#tone
Learning ignored rules, mad rantings
divine furies capturing pythia
tickling the fancy answering inquisitor
Saturnian meter
perhaps practiced marching
Delphic oracular utterings, perhaps
once could have been dancing feet,
if ever mere haps determined winning
some factor manufactured *********
fashioned from centuries assisting
future tellers of the muses uses
fruiting for our entertainment
as we think at our core, so we
become, come and see, how
come we to make believe.
Take breath and podium or stage away,
we breathe deeply and feel unrefined joy,
from briefly readjusting the look on your face.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 2:28 PM UTC
As his uniform
So his mother's hearts
Locked along the chains
Her burdens he will not save
Her morsels beneath our famine
He lays above his father's
Foreign doors weeping
No edge is given
All remain scared
For the lonely owner
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC
Startled Dandelion
question as interrupted,
Holding grief
spread as beach,
Waning tidal push
become my wrapping,
Ease in parted storms,
failing to hail my cab
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
While Spending, Amount To Time
On the mend, a rumor burns a memory,
Disguising strings,
Fearfully playing key
And tabled, a part, cold,
the return, jagged as any injury
Weakness on the run,
Lean like a tunnel, every chance
Gone
Returning resentments
in Unmarried April's
A blue cat loose
innovating trust as the weather
pitches in & slides, Grand Ole slides
according to who?
Second Face, Center Stage, An Empty Canvas
There are hides in the arrive, staying still
Lost subway hushes a city duet
Buying time, taking the out of place horn home,
For later
-
End the nights lighting,
On the city street
Exhausted cosmic confine supplies devotion
Retreat once,
Believe in another's dulled lust running after you
Succumbing buildings scraping by, behind on payments
So loose is news
Wars shelling, A city ruins, and there.
Your private thoughts.
-
With your relief, I've returned
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:55 PM UTC
Literature is a compliment
Extending outwards
Into a muted feigning of remorse
A removal of the fat slurred tongue
And buying a drink from a bartender
Just to spend time melting cubism
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
In his cowardice
He grew her heart
Unbound, she smiles
In tending he nourished her wounds,
Lovers documents etched and left,
Requests of complacency,
He revived innocence,
Asked little,
Failed continually, confusing her
Unbinding the tissues
Seldom hurt,
She learned his language anew
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 2:21 AM UTC
Vile creatures hobbling in the mind,
Runts of epiphany,
Retort in applause,
Winded canvases, worried not
Beside fortunes gavels we burn
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 10:31 PM UTC
"Seeing reasons clash with outlooks, crash into the city exterior and stir the whole pot?."
"A downplaying theater hiccups amusing that hip on her, and still wanders off land?.". Hot jellied hams on a holiday cloth. "What's next?"
Flammable alcohols and oriental surprise.
Appointments with confrontations on scale after having caught, this is being measured in advance, I'm weeks ahead of today, scooped! Men and women, editor types, beyond justice! Magnanimous rolls portraying the very end of civilization. The loud speaker cries over the city. Meanwhile names signed on and publications out the foreign doors, heywire! Supplied demands or else's. Phone calls became extraordinary privileged wars in words I wasn't up to.
Setting Sail
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
An upstart reporter haggles with radio hour all year long
A career in debt, controversy from the uniformed output.
Misleading the credentialed arrivals, sold on less front row utility. Public men and women involved, fundamentally, and responsible as expert for article. Seems of the pennies stitched interest.
Capital postings hit the state and level discussion?
Directing tones as buildings scrape by in finishing the promise
that searches to reach news. Faceting in response, public servants quarters open to the "passerby". Open hours policy to manage the times. Stops of stairs, which are available and meant for you and yours also.
Persuasives Law Doctrines building ink bubbles!
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
Where does the constitutional
loss of freedom become clear?
Vocally, as in an admission of
dissuasive measures in and under
time?
A racing argument to the hide away,
observable by the pre-tense?
"Speaking for the poor from?
From question, one begins
speaking poorly, in attempts
to create audience as well as
meaning well on behalf of a
simplified yet costly topic."
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
Loud and crisp
True in forms
Admired orator
Beguile me more
We have the plethora
And many inklings
One day our scriptures
One day our lands
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC
We have one
Startled in drum
As three begins four
Two handle the doors
But only one is a Congressman
Over a step sits a man
A justice of the peace in robes
Knowing further and rather
My name is without hands
Cordial assessments
Risque undering
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, witless, helpless and useless
Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf
In the darkest, hottest part of the crater
And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber
Where too much light
Blinds the retinas and this is never right
Death makes everybody lifeless, powerless and useless
Death, death! Nobody can get used to you
Death, death! You are a fool too
For stealing life which is vitally precious
Death, death! You are backward and too ambitious
Nobody can get used to your ways
Because you make us part ways
Old death! You never show compassion and pity
You are wicked, greedy, sick and crazy
Old death, will you leave us alone?
Please use a different style and tone
Death, death, Oh! Old, Old Death
Old death, you make everybody weak and mad
Old death, you make us worthless, lifeless and sad
Death, death, old death, please go away
Go, go away, please go, go find your way.
Copyright © April 25, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC
Death is a quick and subtle shock
An event that no one can mock
Death always comes as a surprise
Like an unwanted or undesired prize.
Death is a forced trip
That no one wants to take
The subject is drowned in the lake
An accident than no one can fake.
With eyes shut and sealed lips
The victim is mute, blind, deaf
And immobile. An unhumorous theft
Has taken place in the valley of death.
Death is a sad and serious matter
It is everywhere, standing at the corner
Like a quick electrical shock
That no one can avoid and mock.
Copyright © July 31,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry:
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 12:31 AM UTC
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless
Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf
In the darkest, hottest part of the crater
And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber
Where too much light
Blinds the retinas and this is never right
Death makes everybody lifeless, powerless and useless
Death, death! Nobody can get used to you
Death, death! You are a fool too
For stealing life which is vitally precious
Death, death! You are backward and too ambitious
Nobody can get used to your ways
Because you make us part ways
Old death! You never show compassion and pity
You are wicked, greedy, sick and crazy
Old death, will you leave us alone?
Please use a different style and tone
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death, you make everybody weak and mad
Old death, you make us worthless, lifeless and sad
Death, death, old death, please go away
Go, go away, please go, go find your way.
Copyright © April 25, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
Arrived as a shadow,
a breath in waiting rooms,
voices flickering like moths.
No gods stitched footprints,
prayers dissolved like ink in rain.
Paper thickened,
names erased.
Then, a hand—
a lantern through the dusk.
Pulled from refusal,
names spoken,
ribs stitched with letters.
No temple, no prophecy—
just a voice breaking machinery,
until gears cracked beneath it.
In the hum of verdicts,
a voice that did not break.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 8:00 PM UTC
There are rooms I do not enter, doors I welded shut with bone and sinew, memories pressed between the walls like dried insects, fragile, rotting, never quite dead.
The past does not sleep.
It moves beneath my skin, a rhythm of hands that never let go, voices that coil around my throat, laughter that sounds like breaking glass.
I walk through mirrors and find someone else staring back, eyes that don't belong to me, a mouth that speaks in riddles, a face I've tried to carve away.
But the past grows back like ivy, crawling, strangling, consuming.
There were nights that never ended, silent wars fought in locked rooms, secrets swallowed like shards of ice, cold, cutting, sinking deep.
I have learned to live as a whisper, to step lightly through the wreckage, to fold myself into the smallest spaces, as if disappearing could make me safe.
But echoes do not die. They linger, they gnaw, they fester. And in the quiet, when the world goes still, they find their way back home.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC
We could wait but the sun may never come
so now is the time to focus your mind, sweet butterfly vibes will flow from inside.
Buzzed about by merriment, towards the frolics of future fun.
Chained together through strengths of friendship, inclined to speak with peace of mind, no bribes.
These smiles and grins fuel ambitions within that create the modes of self control.
We play, to learn and communicate as those bright days will pass soon so set your tone.
Yearn to motivate each one which comes, sustain the road to growth as its for them, to make sense of their future roles.
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 4:33 AM UTC
Sometimes one doesn't emit any shade or tone.We actually see the reflection radiated by the prevailing situation upon one's own aura.
© Spriha Kant
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
I can’t leave
the fatigue
that i keep
in my brain
hidden
from the pain
that i breathe
that i bleed
as I plead
to be free
I am chained
to this bed
all the dread
that i feel
that i fear
is the sound
that i hear
as i scream
in my dreams
in my head
I am dead
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
Queen Fathima—the Queen of Heaven—
tones down her rose-red color,
lending nature a cool spark.
Boom—it fires up the Big Bang!
So she shades her hue,
puts on her black niqab,
so that in her shadow, nature may flower.
Now the full-blown Scientia—nature itself—
is beyond every hand’s touch,
every eye's full grasp,
yet forever searching
for their Queen—everywhere.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC