Hebert Logerie Poems

Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane.
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Your fragrance
Your silence
Your way of gazing at me
Your kisses sting me
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Money is the root of all evil,
Money was blessed by the devil,
Money, money can kill,
Money can cheat, steal…
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The end of anything comes rather easy,
Time is not like a clock, time is freaky.
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It's a phenomenon
It's an oxymoron
She takes us wherever she wants
Whenever she wants.
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Failing is hurtful,
Falling is painful,
But getting up or climbing back up,
To the mountains, is wonderful.
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The Last Winter Storm

Every year, at the scheduled arrival of March,
Mother Nature became seasonally enraged,
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Maman, Maman, tu étais la première femme
A me combler de baisers le jour de mon enfance.
La première amoureuse qui a décoré mon âme
De tendresse, de sincérité et de bienfaisance.
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There is total silence
No offense, no defense
Everything stops
There are no mops
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Wall Street stock prices have plummeted next to nothing,
Our 401k,403b and 457 plans have lost more that half of their values.
The wars have exhausted our resources; no more fancy menus.
Downtown is like a ghost town, everybody is scared; nobody is shopping.
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