#je
Clarity returned, once a rarity
Engulfed in asperity
Lost in the shuffle
Anything to distance, mind, and feelings
Felt the call
Turn of fortune
Fell into HIS arms
Couldn't live anymore in the distortion
Had to move subtly
Live boldly in HIS path
On me too many count
Leaving doubt in the wasteland
Had to correct my posture
So HIS sight in me HE could foster
A better ME
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:40 PM UTC
Ta maman fut jadis belle et très polie
Dans sa jeunesse
A présent, tu es tout aussi belle et très jolie
Comme des fleurs en liesse
C’est ton printemps
C’est ton beau temps.
Ce soir, tu es ravissante
Comme les roses printanières
Tu es brillante voire étincelante
Comme les étoiles jubilaires
C’est la belle saison
Oh ! Femme, tu as raison.
Tu es en pleine forme
Cela dépasse les normes
Tu me rajeunis et me fais vivre
Quand je te vois, mon cœur vibre
Tu es une belle et tendre femme
D’un clin d’œil, tu caresses mon âme.
Tu es très jolie comme ta maman
C’est ton printemps
C’est ton beau temps
Je suis l’amant au cœur tendre et charmant
Que tu recherches, chère amie
Puisque ton sourire électrise mon âme et ma vie.
Copyright © Février 2026 Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
I am not a creator:
nope.
an amalgamator,
consolidator, a sifter,
a synthesizer, combinator,
employer of words
collect, analyze, repair, modify,
discern the overlapping, intersecting rhythms, the tools,
Drip from my lips, fall from of my grip, from my eyes, salty drip,
and I nail them to my bones,
herein lies my originality....
The millions upon millions of permutations combinations and iterations
That resolved themselves from the madness of my mind, are then attached to my living bones, inseparable, and my living mark of once existence
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
ধর্ম মানে তুমি বৌদ্ধ, আমি খ্রিষ্টান,
ধর্ম মানে তুমি হিন্দু, আমি মুসলমান।
ধর্ম মানে টিকি আর দাড়ির গোঁড়ামি,
ধর্ম মানে তুমি ভুল, ঠিক আমি।
ধর্ম মানে এক নিরাকার নার্সিসিস্টের দাসত্ব,
ধর্ম মানে তুমি মিথ্যে, আমি সত্য
ধর্ম মানে চিন্তার পরাধীনতা,
ধর্ম মানে তোমার ধর্মে আমার অসহিষ্ণুতা।
ধর্ম মানে মানিনে আমি বিজ্ঞানের তত্ত্ব।
ধর্ম মানে হোক না আমার ভাষা অকথ্য।
ধর্ম মানে আমি মানবো না যুক্তি,
ধর্ম মানে শুধুমাত্র আমার ধর্মেই মুক্তি।
ধর্ম মানে আমার ধর্ম শ্রেষ্ঠ,
ধর্ম মানে তোমার ধর্ম নিকৃষ্ট।
ধর্ম মানে ধর্মগুরুর চোখরাঙানি,
ধর্ম মানে তুমি কিছু জানো না, আমি সব জানি।
ধর্ম মানে প্রশ্ন করা পাপ,
ধর্ম মানে চোখ বন্ধ করে অন্ধকূপে ঝাঁপ।
ধর্ম মানে আমি সংখ্যাগুরু, তুমি সংখ্যালঘু,
ধর্ম মানে আমার ফাঁদে তুমি ঘুঘু।
ধর্ম মানে ছবি আঁকা বারন
ধর্ম মানে শিল্পীসত্বার হত্যা অকারন।
ধর্ম মানে যদি করো নবীর অপমান
ধর্ম মানে আমি শয়তান নেবো তোমার প্রাণ।
ধর্ম মানে হতেই পারি আমি অমানবিক
ধর্ম মানে কিন্তু আমিতো ধার্মিক।
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 1:01 PM UTC
Je t' aime kamma
I long for thine sutra,
throbbing Hilton põg.
King of Prussia PA.
O the first time thine
many face moon playing hide and seek showered us with moonlight just to hear us sigh and sigh till song and dance lended our feet shoeless Pon our crib of fragrant blooms tracing on each others back
mo grá Angel
I'm yours, be mine.
aingeal Is mise mise
Te amo.
Thermo King
Westing house
Je t'aime, Je t'aime
mera bano main
tumhaara hoon.
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By: Karijinbba
74-95 -6-21
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 4:46 PM UTC
I think, therefore I am.
(5) the possible poems lurk about, here a title,
there a verse without a home, and, despite
cogitating brings no fusion, no unity or home
heading, where the sigh of conjoining both
brings mental ******** organic relief, worth.
(6) the temperature now cool regularity, enough that
a distinctive line crossed, setting from Cool to Heat,
an inflection point of persona, weather, aging,
daytime whispers can no long be avoided,
a choral crescendo, delayed by lazy summer illusions
that permitted us to put off abnormal life as normal.
(7) I think, therefore I am, but I do not feel,
sufficiently, therefore I write a title here,
verse there, but no poem completes because,
as I update my list of people I worry about, I am,
ineffectively yours, lacking answers for you, in all
our present tenses, some of you are on it, even if no notification
sent, selfishly pondering if my name appears on someones list
*ah, these miscarriages of miscellaneous mumbles don’t
qualify as worthwhile, so I pre-apologize for wasting your time
trying, pushing myself to go from thinking, of you, so, therefore
you exist, but if I cannot give you the feelings deserved, then,
what good am I?*
conundrum.
11:26 AM Sat Oct 10
2020
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
What are the odds
Of finding je ne sais quoi
When you're searching for it
In the middle of a dead language
Or in a parallel universe
Like Sputnik Sweetheart
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
Blooming with happiness
The sun stroked and I smiled
The park adventurous and prided
The grass was soaked with dew
The wasp befriended my notepad
My face was pretty for you
Hands in my pockets as I waved a dog
A shy hide away in the open space
A French book on my minds fence
.............je veux la paix...................
A bench with grounded families
Young hobbits playing ball
Young couples indulging thigh on thigh
The romping poodle and German shepherd
The pond with the calm natured ducks
Underage puffs of clouded cigarette fumes
My awakened spirit opened it's legs
It flew to the overwhelmed senses of hope
.............je veux la paix......................
A scoff of falafel parcels and fizzy muscles
The stalker sat on the aligned bench
A season to figure out what life is
A strange woman on the bike in amusement
The Portuguese cafe full of beautiful souls
The world revolved with a cleansed sheen
An Eastern Europe parade of basketball novices
A melodious day that though of you babe
.............je veux la paix......................
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
Like the mysterious ocean
A life without a price
The water a potion,
Like evil, entice
When stripped of emotion
To veins they splice
The mindless devotion
Hearts made of ice
Ingrown commotion
Stuck in their vice
Captain Nemo who thought,
The truth.
And Fontaneda who sought,
The fountain of youth
Like moths to a flame
Envisioned
The same
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
I wanna set the world on fire
Until it's burning bright for You
It's everything that I desire
Can I be the one You use?
I've never felt so satisfied
Your heart is like a candle
Slowly I drip in your love
These butterflies won't stop
Kiss me like my lips are a forest fire.
Breathe are flames
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
In a city full of beauty, in a country full of life and a culture full of art and love - strangers have set foot upon the land - where poetry thrives, artists dream and music is composed.
They are burning the books and bringing the flames of hell upon the people...
They are covering the beauty so no one can see it and be tempted to take it away...
Children are shaking, the windows are breaking and the thunder is being silenced once again.
When will it end?
This hatred that is spreading like a cancer?
When will it end?
These questions which have no answers?
When will it end?
For the artist, the lovers and the romancers?
quand cela se arrêtera?
quand allez adorer revenir à la maison et dépasser la haine ?
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
Forgive the sins of those we would condemn?
Apologise and send them on their way
And in the aftermath of our dismay
Seek not for retribution on these men?
Cast down our stones, cast off our thoughts of when
They stained the walls in vengeance on a day
Now fast enshrined in minds of those who pray,
Pretend the world is just as it was then
Before these wretched shadows had the ken
To shatter glass and unmold living clay,
Think not of how their evil to repay
But offer them a prayer and say "Amen"?
Dear lord, our strength of will is plainly weak
For we can't simply turn the other cheek.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
They pulled out his eyes, because he had seen
too much.
They blew out his brains, he must have
known too much.
Blind and braindead was their thought
now it was reality.
And they cut off his tongue
for he had said too much.
When you think, not know, you act as if
the difference fades, the first will go, let that sink.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Je ne sais quoi
Yeah,
she don't got it no more.
They aborted it from her
when they sold her the
the false perfection elixir
that soul'd her out
Hook, line, and sink her
gut her,
fillet her.
Ctrl-alt-del the fetus,
the sacrifice of the inner-child.
Molested into the machinery of Moloch
He butchered
the absolute heart
of the poem of life
out of her body.
She stands naked
goddess-less
kicked into the prison pit
of existence
Now she's like everybody.
She's nobody.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC