#wars
We all lose when we fight
We're all wasted when we **** each other
And when we unnecessarily destroy nature
We become our own enemies
For nothing, we waste our energies
Our youth and our vital resources
For nonsense, we destroy the right
To live, to love, and to enjoy life
It's an error, a mistake, a major gaffe
To want to destroy our fellow human beings
It's serene and divine when the rooster sings
When the remaining feline family follows suit
It is wonderful when one of us wears a nice suit
Instead of wearing the fatigues and carrying heavy guns
Like ants who are shopping for the coming winter season
My brothers and sisters of the world, common sense and reason
Will always prevail. We **** ourselves, every time we fight
Let's carry the torch of peace. In the dark, let's shine the light.
Let's stop acting like sick sore losers
Let's stop this negative trend at once
Let's behave like true and real winners
By loving each other. Let's not lose an ounce
Of our precious blood over stupid wars
We are civilized. We are all humans with powers
Our blood is red, not black, and not white
We all lose when we fight.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:32 AM UTC
“wars are often determined by chance and misperception,
and do not follow a linear decision-making process.”
Robert Pape, Poltical Scientist
which is an excellent reason
*not
to entrust
AI
because they make decisions
make all decisions,
with linear precision
and are unable to draw
a circular
0
or accept the rationality
of a
stalemate until
they figure out first
how first to
fall in love
seriously,
absolutely the most
non linear thing you will ever do
nat. fini
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 1:55 AM UTC
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
A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a ruler
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
The Negotiator, they once called general, A wise old soul, with so much knowledge gained. No longer a warrior, nor even a knight but now a hermit who watches.
Faith within him,steadfast and true, even as life unraveled , his devotion remains. He believes in peace, in the quiet of knowledge,
facing chaos with a steady grace.
Finding harmony in a heart that endured.
A long time ago, the light shattered beneath heavy, darkened shadows, obscured by a politician’s sly smile.
Strings were being pulled from every direction but there was nothing but lies and deception.
He watched it all turn to dust.
As liberty died to the sound of hollow cheers. There was no time for grieving, he only saw shadows gathering of an empire rising.
His heart seized at the sight of the fallen youth, and in that silence, the message became clear:
to endure, and persevere.
He fought one final battle, flames tugging at his heart, heavy smoke choking the ground.
His courage and wisdom waned as he struggled for higher ground. His strength slipped as he turned his back on the brother he once held close, leaving the boy alone.
He had nothing left to lose, and he watched over an angel who could no longer hold on,and had to let go dying of a broken heart.
Yet even in the deepening night,a new hope began to rise.
A chance to stand against evil begins to form slowly, steadily growing, yet in need of protection. It feels like an impossible task, if not for the lingering force of good that still remains. The hermit, now hidden, keeps watch over what he must protect. His loyalty remains unmatched, as purpose once again gives him a mission.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
Oubliez l'argent et le pouvoir
La vie est, en vérité, un don divin
Elle émane du Dieu Tout-Puissant de chaque heure
De l'Esprit Éternel capable de soulever, d'un seul doigt
L'Univers tout entier
Un don divin se doit d'être respecté en tout temps
Cessez ces guerres et ces crimes stupides et inutiles
Contre l'Humanité, la civilité, la décence et la compassion
« Tu ne tueras point ». Recherchez le salut et la bénédiction
Plutôt que les malédictions et les anathèmes du Tout-Puissant
Si vous ne payez pas, vos petits-enfants paieront, sans merci
L'amour est une véritable panacée, et la vie, un trésor divin
Le Karma n'oublie rien. Quoi qu'il en soit, un avenir existera
La roue est en marche et, sans aucun doute, elle s'arrêtera quelque part
L'argent et le pouvoir, quant à eux, ne vous mèneront nulle part.
P.-S. Ce poème est dédié à ma mère, à l'occasion de son anniversaire.
Merci à Dieu, à Maman et à Papa pour le don de la vie. Merci pour cette longévité.
Joyeux anniversaire à tous ceux qui sont nés au mois d'avril.
Traduction de ‘Indeed A Divine Gift ‘ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © Avril 2026, Hébert Logerie. Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
Forget about money and power
Life is indeed a divine gift
From the Almighty God of every hour
From the Eternal Spirit which can lift
The entire Universe with one finger
A divine gift must be respected at all times
Cease all stupid and useless wars and crimes
Against Humanity, civility, decency and compassion
“Thou Shall Not **** Seek salvation and benediction
Rather than the curses and anathemas of the Almighty
If you don’t pay, your grandchildren will pay – without mercy
Love is a true panacea and life, a divine treasure
Karma forgets nothing. Regardless, there will be a future
The wheel is turning, and, without a doubt, it will come to a stop somewhere.
Money and power, for their part, will lead you nowhere.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my mother on the occasion of her birthday.
Thank you to God, Mom and Dad for the Gift of Life. Thank you for this longevity.
Happy Birthday to all those born in the month of April.
Copyright © April 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
It is unnatural to start a war or a fight
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I am right
Violence solves nothing, on the contrary
Chaos or violence makes things worse and eerily.
Soldiers are people too: they are our brothers
Sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts, grandfathers
Grandmothers, relatives, friends and visitors
They need to be protected all the time and at all hours.
If you want to fight, go fight your own stupid wars
Humans must behave better than wild and mulish tigers
If you want war, go ahead to get killed like dumb boars.
Only idiots, bullies and zombies behave like vampires
Let the babies and toddlers enjoy absolute normal lives
The world needs peace, love, harmony and fresh flowers.
Copyright © March 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 3:12 PM UTC
All I want is peace and peace
In the west, in the east
In the north and the south
To close your mouth
When you're happy
To stop the misery
During the passage
We only need one page
To express our feelings and pain
All we need is PEACE. We die in vain
Every single day
Yes, we need to pray
More and more often
So we can go to heaven
When we die
This is no lie
We can smell a new year
Let's start a new prayer
All we want is to have PEACE
On top of the list
All we need is Universal World Peace
And to leave this earth in one piece
While having a glitzy feast
No drones, no bullets, no wars, no lies, no tragedies
No guns, no deadly bombs, no cannons, and no bullies.
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
Fed Up
Every country has it , it can not be denied and this is something we cannot hide .
Hunger, sickness , poverty and hate - it won't be fixed it's much too late .
Our rights have been given up to politicians of old and how to conduct ourselves we are told .
They cater to the rich and not the poor , and they've closed every door.
To have a good education through the nose we must pay as we struggle to live from day to day .
Our constitution has been trampled to the ground and no honest judges to be found .
Lawyers are being bought off through fear and intimidation and is destroying our glorious nation .
Bankers and investors are making it harder to live and a helping hand they refuse to give.
This country is being divided like the civil war and is spreading from shore to shore .
When we open up our eyes it will be much too late - how much more can the public take !
Our economy has gotten out of hand and is spreading throughout our land .
The middle class no longer exists and are now on the poverty list .
ITS TIME FOR CHANGE
( c) poetlou 022526
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
there is a man
for everyone to see
who suffers
all the bluff and bluster
the world can muster
but behind those eyes
there is a child
scared and alone
fighting battles
waging wars
without the weapons
to win the cause
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 5:51 PM UTC
There was a star wars fan from Dakota
He liked Frank Oz, burgers and soda
His weight it did climb
To four seventy mine
He looked more like Jabba than Yoda
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 12:55 PM UTC
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
******* the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
And the worst of the sickest bombs
Of all: obvious racism at the borders
Life is never, never, never fair
Even in war, for many brothers and sisters
The shelling will not stop
Too many explosives are being popped
Innocent and young people are dying
And the hypocrites, the racists
The murderers, the war-mongers
The cowards, the propagandists
The shenanigans, the monsters
The fakers, the sinners and the liars
Are on the very top of their games
What a shame! They shoot all blames
Toward the victims and the innocents
Remember the shameful wars
Remember the shattered lives
Remember the blaring sirens
Remember the supersonic sounds
Remember the deafening cries
Remember the stealth bombers
Remember the fears and the horrors
Remember the powerful roars
The constant shelling makes no sense
Because children are being killed
That's a lethal and deceptive ploy
Real humans should build
Not bomb, not destroy
I am ******
For Peace
It's shameful and despicable that no one wants
To live by the rules. Where is the common sense?
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
This is war
Babies just got killed
No justice
For the innocents
Deadly bombs
Blood throughout the streets
Criminals
Are ubiquitous
Poor babies
Are executed
What a shame
The truth is handcuffed
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
North and South
No justice
West and East
There's no peace
And yes, no justice
****** streets
Civilians are killed
No cease fire
Stop the injustice
The devils
Are roaming the streets
Bombardments
Are ubiquitous
Where is God
In this brouhaha
Stop fooling
The whole universe
Stop the lies
No democracy
It doesn't rhyme
With evil
But hypocrisy
Does not rhyme
Either with Hell
Stolen land
Is not an award
A reward
Is complicated
We want
Everlasting peace
By no means
And at last, poor soldiers
Die unnecessarily
Let the youngsters live happily
We don't want stupid wars
We want peace
We want our brave youngsters
Return healthy in one piece
Unbroken or on wheelchairs.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to PEACE.
Copyright© January, 2024, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 11:32 PM UTC
Slavery is hell. Hell is back. Slavery is worse than hell
No freedom of speech! And democracy is neither cheap nor for sale
Hell is here again. Please listen to the first resounding bell
Hell is as terrible as slavery, a source of shame, pain, suffering and misery
For poor hardworking migrants who have crossed under infernal sunny
Days, hot and thunderous rainy nights, and dark cloudy sky
Many uninvited borders in order to reach potholes full of ice
And snow, where the weather is hostile, racist and deadly
God did not create our world to be so sinister and unfriendly.
Slavery is here again, where children are summarily killed
Where gentlemen are sissified and humiliated, where unskilled
Goons and henchmen are trained to be worse than wild animals
Where women are beaten and trampled like rags in shopping malls
Where rumors of inhuman atrocities are widely spread
To sow fear, fear which is as bad as living in real hell
And where young men and women’s futures are for sale
To the harshest and meanest detention centers or gallows
This sorry world has no future for people with so many lows.
Exploitation is hell. Hell is back, again. Corruption is hell for the masses in the crasse
For the victims of countless wars and for the desperate migrants who hide en masse
Rich countries wage major wars and let their proxies drop heavy bombs and cans
To destroy the fragile homes of the impoverished, unarmed and starved citizens
One wonders why some countries have a military budget so high and wasteful
Maybe only Satan knows why human beings cannot be too cordial or fraternal
And why factual rumors and actual animosities are so widely spread
Telling the truth always hurts bullies, tyrants, executioners and hideous perpetrators
While the uneducated victims behave like hiding zombies in the wicked corridors.
Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 6:27 AM UTC
I am going to scream
Until you can hear my voice
Coming out of the slick screen.
Stop the odious violence!
There is too much violence and injustice,
In our lives and in our streets.
The authorities and the Police,
These days, are not there for Justice,
For all citizens in our counties and cities.
I am going to scream
That there is too much mayhem on the screen,
Too much unbearable pain for the spleen,
And too much chaos and violence in our dreams.
Stop the killings,
Stop the bombings,
Stop the evil drones,
Stop destroying the zones.
I can hear the cries of the young babies,
I can feel the pain of the innocent children,
I can see the tears of the poor women,
I can understand the weakness of strong men,
I can fully comprehend the fear of the elderlies.
Yes, I sympathize with them and their tragedies.
Yes, I can feel their emotions and maladies.
I can hear the screams
Coming from the streets.
I can hear the cries of our sisters,
I can see the blood of our brothers
All over the streets.
I can smell, feel the pain,
This is insane.
Look at the video tape,
There is a white cloth, a drape,
On a dying body.
This is sad, awful and crazy.
I can hear our people saying:
Hands up, don't shoot!
I can see other victims lying
In the streets, crying
And yelling: Do not shoot!
Nowadays, violence is everywhere.
We are soaked in a ****** terror.
This is hell on earth. It is hard to figure
Out this nonsense. There is too much violence,
And that makes no sense.
The cries of hell can pierce the eardrums.
The Police now have military stuff, bombs
Sub-machine guns, drones, tents
And they can drop atomic crumbs.
There is too much bloodshed in the neighborhood.
Stop the killings, hand out books and food,
To the people, instead of tear gas, and injustice.
Our people's lives matter.
We all had a father and a mother.
We all want to live happily in one piece,
In Peace.
Copyright© July, 2015, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
They call them the Kings of Bones,
torching the villages and the homes.
Saying they’re done with the ******* and moans
they’re expected to hear when upon their thrones.
So tell me is a battlefield even real
if it isn’t littered in blood, limbs and steel?
The bone kings only receive their end of the deal
if they offer up those who support them for the next meal.
So with scraped and ****** knees,
how are they to pray or please?
If our heads are always bent,
does worship even hold any sentiment?
So tell me is it really a done deal,
just like in guns, germs and steel?
The bone kings take what they want, act as they feel.
They tear all apart and neglect to place a seal.
They’re all too busy reading out of date scripture
that they’re all missing the blatantly clear picture;
Hell is empty as the devils walk the earth.
Everyone wants to rule the world,
trade gold for diamond and diamond for pearl;
doesn’t realize the reverse of worth.
Now they’re wearing collarbones around their neck,
and accessorizing every vertebrae as a ring.
Assuming this cruelty grants them respect,
really at best it’s just straight vulgarity.
But each King stands alone,
forever isolated and on their own.
So they polish a fresh bone
just to add to their skeletal throne.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
The massacres of our beautiful people must STOP.
It is unconscionable and unfair to destroy so many lives
For selfish, greedy and hatred reasons. God, in his archives,
Have recorded everything, which occurred, from top
To bottom, from sunset to sunrise, from the start
To the end. God knows what’s going on in every one’s heart.
God knows what took place in Cleveland, in Charleston,
In Santo Domingo, in Staten Island, in Sparta, in North Charleston
In Buffalo, in Texas, in New York, in Ferguson.
The Lord is fully aware of what has been going on.
The massacres of our beautiful siblings cannot go on.
The brutal and deadly violence against the innocents must cease.
Too many of our people are weeping, too many are deceased
From unnecessary gun violence. Too many have been unjustly executed.
Too many egregious mistakes have been made. We need to see a STOP
Put into this nightmare, this quagmire. We need an end to this flip-flop.
Human beings are suffering and dying. Let’s not apply a band-aid
On this humongous wound. Let’s do our best to provide appropriate aid
To our serious and minor problems. Real people are being killed,
School children, churchgoers and shoppers are being killed,
We are not fantasizing; we are obviously not at the movies.
Our People are real, with human flesh; they are not dummies,
They are not actors; they are not all guilty by association.
The massacre of our innocent people must stop in this nation,
In this state, in this borough, in this city, in this town, in this school,
In this cathedral, in this church and in this community pool.
The mental and physical slayings of our people must END.
All potential perpetrators must look in the sand
To find themselves, reverse the role, think of being
A potential victim of racism, bigotry, indiscriminate shooting,
Senseless firing, ignorance and all sorts of sins under the sun.
We need to defeat the negative feelings that are eroding the fun
That God had put in our soul, and are destroying our natural gift,
Which is to love our fellow men and women. Let the Spirit lift
Us to a higher ground, to a more sane and comfortable pasture.
Let’s be human again, and be stronger, kinder and more mature.
The slayings of our beautiful must be something in the past,
Some crazy events in history, some horrible times that must not last.
Let’s free ourselves from negative emotions, let’s be free at last.
Let’s not be silent, let’s speak, and let’s tell it like it is at last. Alas!
Copyright © July 21,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
You people deserve not, any support
You do not even possess a heart
Your aim? destroy the world
My blood runs cold
On hearing about your actions
You'll ensure there's no peace!
You people deserve not, any support
Your actions mirror many a terrorist
No understatement, to call you evil
And you've the gall
To dictate terms to us
Is there any end to your avarice?
You people deserve not, any support
Those whom you claim to support
Are better off without your interference
You've wrecked so many nations
Killed millions of innocents
In you, lies not an iota of goodness!!
You people deserve not, any support
Destroyed have you, all trust
Have you any remorse
For your dastardly crimes
Or is it too much to expect?
You people deserve not, any support
In fact, you'll face our boycott
We play not, by your rules
And will put an end to this
So, back off and lay down your weapons
Resolve issues through dialogues
In check, must be your tempers
We DO NOT WANT WAR
We want NOBODY to SUFFER
So, please please STOP this MADNESS
For the sake of the ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:04 AM UTC
The hill I will die on,
Is that most battlefields aren’t worth dying on.
Some people see a mob,
And grab their pitchforks and their torches,
Without even understanding,
What they’re fighting for.
Perhaps they love the bloodshed,
Perhaps they love the gore,
Perhaps they feel righteous indignation,
And are adamant to settle the score.
It could be some primal need to fight,
Or some could be sure that they’re right.
Either way, I don’t see the point,
I understand that sometimes a war is just,
Most times, it feels like a bust.
A waste of money,
A waste of time,
A waste of precious human lives.
All for what? Some measly land?
How greed corrupts the righteous hands.
So the hill I will die on,
Is that some battles aren’t worth fighting,
That they aren’t worth the pain.
The lives they ruin,
The families they break,
The friendships covered in contusions,
The human souls that are broken and bruised.
All for what?
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
I know you are impartial,
You do not take sides
Not with the oppressed,
Not with the oppressors.
You are a good human,
You do not interfere in the acts of others,
Even if they are murders
In the brightness of the day.
You are a good human being,
You do not speak of wars,
Of blood, of wounds,
Of cries, of deaths.
You wish only to spread love,
To cover your eyes,
To shield your ears,
To silence your tongue
Against the roar of evil.
But tonight, before you sleep,
Close your doors,
Shut your windows tight,
And whisper only to yourself.
Ask your heart, the one you hide,
Ask as the human you had promised to be
Everything happening around you,
Before your open eyes
The screams that break into your house,
The cries that stain your walls,
The blood that runs through your streets
Is it good, or is it bad?
If it is good,
Then sleep peacefully,
And know you are right.
If it is bad,
Then know —
You have been wrong.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 4:32 AM UTC
American war ship
In the red sea and
The cannon's roar
And the clash of steel
In waters so deep the stories we keep
Of the battles fought beneath the sky
And USS Carl Vinson damaged badly
Tonight and its a terrible sight
Yemeni army are brave tonight and
Eclipsed by fate USS Carl Vinson
Sleeps tonight daring dreams
Where lost souls go.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
Il Pleut
Et on tire
Ce n’est pas un jeu
On se retire
Tout le monde a peur
Les bébés et les enfants pleurent
Hommes et femmes s’écœurent
Où tout le monde meurt
Dans les rues infestées d’idiots et de bandits
Ils sont nos ennemis
Ils ne sont pas nos amis
Ils tirent comme des fous
Les balles tombent comme des grains de pluie
Les gangsters ne sont pas doux
Ils sont des terroristes
Ils sont des mauvais touristes
Ils sont des robots criminels
Ils n’ont ni cœur, ni âme et ni esprit
Ils sont des damnés éternels
En destination des enfers
Leurs organes sont en fer
Ils ne sont pas des humains
Leurs mains sont imbibées de sang
Ils sont des malandrins
Ils sont des scélérats de Satan.
Il pleut
Et on tire
On se retire
Au milieu
De tout ce qui est mauvais
Le monde n’est pas en paix
C’est toute la terre en guerre
Au fond du cimetière
On ne fabrique pas d’armes
Chez nous
On n’a que des larmes
Chez nous
On pleure
Chez nous
On fabrique trop d’armes ailleurs
Trop de gens meurent
Tout le monde a peur
Il y a trop de misère et de malheur.
Copyright © Novembre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 2:12 AM UTC
Being easily agitated
by those on the other teams side.
Is a sure symptom of living a lie.
I can see clearly on everybody’s side and no side at all.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 4:52 PM UTC