#troubles
Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, ****** despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
Brown drowns out everything
Or in this case black
Because that's all they'll ever see you as
How pathetic is it?
That they'll never know what it's like to grow up, everyone hating you
That the whites hate you, hispanics hate you, asians hate you
Even your own **** people can't stand you
Every single race on this pathetic earth hates you
black drowns out everything
When your parents created you, they mixed in too much
And the black overtook the brown
It's in your hair
It's in your lips
It's in you.
It will never matter how light you are
How perfect your skin matches against theirs
It doesn't matter if you constantly avoid he sun to maintain your "real tone"
It doesn't matter if you get a hundred relaxers
It doesn't matter if you're the same color or have the same accent
You don't know their language. It doesn't belong to you anymore.
It never did
All that matters is your hair
your nose
your lips
are they of a Hispanic?
Forget that.
Are they of a Europeans?
It's obvious. what the world wants you to be
It's on the tickets when you're testing
On the paperwork you sign
It's everywhere
You're black
You don't even get the privilege of claiming your other half
Half isn't real.
It would be so easy just to blame your mother
to say, "if you had taught me Spanish, they wouldn't treat me like trash"
But that wouldn't fix anything
Because black drowns out the brown
They will never get it
How it feels to have them throw the n word at you like it's nothing
To hear, "I have the pass because I'm Hispanic" over and over again
To be compared to a ******* animal
They won't ever know what it's like, growing out of touch with a friend because their family is racist
They'll never know
Because we live in Florida
And Hispanic is the new white
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 8:55 PM UTC
To me life is a river that each one of us must cross
From sleepy little eddies to a mass of heaving froth.
At times it may be beautiful, a gentle flowing stream
When times are good, and all is well it’s everything you dream.
The day is warm, the waters cool sent swirling through your toes
So quietly does it trickle past then its journey onward goes.
Not bringing any burdens only happy joyful times
When birds all sing and in the sky the golden sun still shines.
But at times it is a torrent, a raging flowing surge
Not helped by mixing waters when other’s rivers merge
When others bring you troubles, put problems in your way
You feel the water rising, your hopes being washed away.
No bridge to cross for many, too simple that would be
Some stepping-stones are all there are, they’re all that you can see.
So take a step upon those stones, some slimy wet and green
Waiting to upend you into hazards yet unseen.
Be sure your foot is planted, and the stone secure below
Take the hand of someone who’s love you trust and know.
Use your strength together to beat the rivers’ rath
Lean on one another and take the safest path.
Cross the flowing water whether it be calm or rough
When times are good and easy or when the goings tough.
And when the sun of life has set, and we reach that far of shore
Where all our pains and worries will trouble us no more
Look back across the river and the path your life had set.
And know that you were lucky as you did not get too wet.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC
We might not always get along
Never agree on who's right or wrong
Are you proud of person I've become?
Or disappointed how short of a distance I've come?
Born to be loved
Can tell by my name
After all these years hope you view me the same
To see frown knowing I'm the reason why
Makes me want to remove the coldness from your eye
Die a little inside every time you call to yell
Pressure applied to my surface will not help me excel
And I realize you only want what is best for me
Can't fill shoes of the person you expect me to be
We snap back and forth sharing words sparked by spite
Too stubborn to surrender the fight
All I desire is faith put into my hands
By the one human who above all else I would think understands
Tomorrow never promised
Only have today
Which is reason I'm making this card to say
I'm grateful to the father who has always been there
Regardless of differences I'll forever care
Life is difficult now but troubles will eventually pass by
Nothing will change closeness between you and I
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 12:38 AM UTC
home is a cage
slide out the window
find a different way
run with the wolves
chase the child
it won't always be like this
ceramic heart
cosmic bruise
lovesick in a hotel wildfire
chemistry begins with
orbiting the moon
he calls her a river
swallowing down mistakes
she cares a little less about everything now
blood on the mattress
young blood
breaks in the sun
mean pure dark is yet to come
--nightly things
as long as she gets by
despite the crushing weight of gravity
she will take swan feathers
and wedding days to bed
but never take the blame
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
toxicity is just a human thing; cause of all the fumes we
all love to breathe – do our young men have much chose,
we can all live like men, but need to be trained like boys
if the roof over our troubled fires fell down, would the
smoke clear, or would we be forced to breath it all in?
but that’s how we live because we’re troubled, have dreams
inspired by the ideas of others, treat women less, as men
with no father’s, live in our own shadows because we all
hate our true colours –
_we just all want to breath._
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC
Let's go for a WALK, and
have us a LITTLE TALK
Please tell me WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND,
How are things in YOUR LIFE??
I hope their DOING GOOD,
PEACE and LOVE is what you SHALL FIND!!
I know things have BEEN ROUGH, but
I know that YOU'RE TOUGH
Don't ever let it BRING YOU DOWN,
Have GOOD CHEER and BE STRONG,
Your TRIALS WON'T LAST LONG,
Your TROUBLES will soon be GONE!!
LOVE and LIGHT is on your SIDE
Let The LORD BE YOUR GUIDE
For, the LORD will see you THROUGH
Just TRUST IN HIM and
HE WILL MAKE A WAY
For, the LORD WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO!!
We have had a NICE TALK on this MARVELOUSLY DAY
So, LIFT YOUR CHIN UP and CONTINUE TO PRAY
The LORD is a WAY MAKER,
PLEASE DON'T HAVE ANY DOUBTS
Put it ALL in HIS HANDS and
LET THE LORD WORK IT OUT!!!
B.R.
Date 9/13/2024
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
The light in your eyes sputters out
Your heart no long beating
Your lungs no longer breathing
"Wake up!" I scream and shout
But you're already dying in my hands
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 2:07 PM UTC
Day in day out many are suffering
Many are struggling with things the mouth cannot utter
There are a lot that only their actions can say
Only to those who care to listen
Some say theirs with frequent anger at things which seem not annoying at all
Others say it through solitude and silence
The rest say theirs by hate on other people
Whatever way it maybe said
The truth is that...
A lot of people have their demons they are fighting
If you can't help fight, don't add more
Let them be
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 9:07 AM UTC
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?
𝘉𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴?
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦?
𝘖𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴?
𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC
He was there
Had a cute smile,
a house, a car,
And time or two to spare
Told her she was perfect
Kind of showed he cared
Friends told them they looked happy together
Texted her now and then
Passion happened once in a while in bed
The kind of romance she thought she wanted
Believing she could shape him into a wonderful man
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 10:41 PM UTC
What is life?
Could somebody be kind enough to explain,
What is living?
Could anyone be kind enough to show me?
I really need to know, I've lost myself in the process of trying to find myself,
I am dead in the process of trying to live,
The troubles of life has somewhat restricted my airflow,
I choke at every given second, I'm a wandering spirit on the earth with no goal as to where I'm headed,
I have lost all, friends, family and all I could ever boast of
Am I better of dead?
Would I be good if only I do not open this eyes anymore?
Is anyone out here, kind enough to show me what life is?
Is anyone here to explain life to me?
I'm drowning!!!!
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
Do feelings spike up like pressure in a gas tank
Do they become a bomb and sometimes explode
Or someone is always there to detonate them before they do
Are they that harsh to take my life to a grave
And leave me cursing forever
Are they meant to hurt in the first place when expectations go blind
Or they are just another episode of illusions we we can't escape
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
In times like these,
When troubles surround us.
and death hangs in the breeze,
ready to plunge with sudden chaos....
In lull, I say this psalm of trouble.
"Oh Jah, to you alone I look,
Help me to swim this sea of struggle,
Save me from this tidal hook".
Troubles may come on the double,
and pop me like a bubble.
They may Knock Me down,
Push me out of town,
Nudge me to the brim,
or prompt my glow to go dim...
still in Yahweh, I believe,
like a fig tree, I will survive.
In troubled times
My faith in Jah will double.
Though I lack dimes
and my limbs begin to wobble,
to Jah, I look and trust,
In him lies my power.
This, from dawn to dusk I'll boast,
Every day, every minute and hour.
#IvanBrooksportry📖
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
I sit alone
Silent
Weighed down by loneliness
They sit side by side
Not silent for a moment
Bearing the heaviness of the each others troubles
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
You can trust the moon
She is too old to be shocked
And she never gossips
Except to the stars
They shimmer
Because they know
All the juicy details
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
Divine might through hinesight.
Unsure of what I could've done to make it right.
Mistakes, tragedies, my past is a blight.
Struggles, suffering.
I did my best to win the fight.
Hope, happiness, all lost in the dust.
Memories scrambled, diluted with lust.
All of my efforts corrupted with rust.
All in all, my life is a bust.
Looking back now, my faith has been lost.
My hopes and dreams have been trampled and tossed.
What do you do when all lines have been crossed?
Tell me now, where do I stand?
The truth, the answers are what I demand.
I've fallen so far, so where will I land?
Lord, reach out. Let me fall in your hand.
Get it together. Its all in the past.
Your trials and tribulations are not going to last.
Your burdens and heartbreak need to be cast.
Do not dawdle, you need to act fast.
You know your purpose.
You know your role.
Your faith and your power aren't defeated.
They have not become null.
You know, you've seen.
The light that's within.
You know the truth.
You know who will win.
You are the victor
over your sin.
Take action, be strong and take part.
Its not a game, its a demonstration, an art.
Show them your power, you're not foolish, you're smart.
Aim at the bullseye and unleash your dart.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
sometimes, they say
love is blind
and then
you get left behind.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
She has imprisoned the freedom of my love,
No one has right to have me except her,
Many have touched this body of flesh,
No one has touched my soul except her,
I'm in love with the heart she have,
No one has touched mine except her,
I can't sleep without looking at her pictures,
No one gives me that frith except her,
God forbid! I got sufferings in her absence,
No one has right to hold my hands except her,
If someday I need to snug from cold people,
No one has right to hug me except her,
The day I feel troubles in bed,
No one can ****** my hairs except her,
I wish I die with my eyes on her face,
No one can have my head in lap except her,
She is delicate, exquisite and perfect part of my life,
No one will have me except her..
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
What do I have at my disposal?
A knack for always wanting to write
My intuitive messages down.
But it’s got no substance,
It’s got no meat.
I’m all bread and cheese and
Condiment without any meat.
It’s fitting for a vegan, I suppose,
But not for a poet.
The poet has to lead breadcrumbs
For the reader in order to get to the meat
Of the poem, the substance, the protein.
Where is it?
I’m lacking substance where I have all these
Nice little toppings and sauces and vegetables,
I have a dipping sauce for this sandwich,
But no meat!
I have to go to the store,
I have to keep honing my skill.
I have to develop a hunger for meat.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
Clover and moss adornment,
fields of ancient emerald mellow,
with spring lambs innocent,
elderly farmer with a tea stained
smile.
Yet, north of there,
her people warring,
life spills on concrete,
and in the singing wind
is the song of the Troubles.
My maiden, my Eire,
are you ever at rest?
Where are your children?
Sons and daughters,
youth no more to come home,
Scars on a beauty,
she, she, will it go on into eternity?
My beauty, the souls and
shamrocks in the dew,
weep just as much as you.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
Don't look at your scars and be ashamed.
Look at them as a reminder that you are strong,
and that what you're going through will get better.
Don't be ashamed of your scars, as they do not define you;
things are sent to test us, to push us to our limits, but don't give up.
Just remember whatever you're feeling now will soon be gone.
Your worries will be lifted, and you'll be thankful that you got to see the sun rise another day.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
To your alter I go now
At your feet I do bow
I know not why, this, you would allow
And I ask not how
This will glorify you now
I only sing holy, holy, holy
For I know you are worthy
I know you are sovereign
And that you plained my pain
All for your gain
So I worship you now
And all at your feet I lay down
All this trouble is come now
And all of it you did allow
I know not but will glorify you now
For you will work it for good
And later it will be understood
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC