Hebert Logerie Poems

Too much violence in our schools
Too much violence in our streets
Too many bullies, too many fools
Own machine guns, deadly Uzis
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It is wonderful to see so many joyful faces,
To hear and experience the exchange of well wishes,
Among so many strangers and acquaintances.
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From Toussaint L'Ouverture to Martin,
From Rosa Louise McCauley Parks to Obama,
Despite some gains, we have a long road ahead,
To reach a comfortable resting spot; alive or dead,
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I love women for countless reasons:
They are the flowers of all seasons,
They bring happiness,
When and where things look grim and hopeless,
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Il y a un poème qui vit dans mon cœur, c’est pour toi,
C’est de toi, Mignonne. Ce poème te ressemble.
Je l‘ai écrit pour toi, ce matin, avant l’arrivée de l’ombre.
Ses mots me hantaient depuis des temps, depuis des mois.
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I am dying to find out what’s hidden behind that frown.
I am ready to kneel, to beg, and to really get down,
Like the departed soul’s brother Mr. James Brown.
If only you could sporadically or overtly smile,
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O Mignonne, ce soir, je ne t'attendrai pas aussi tard,
A l'heure où les cigales et les criquets ne chanteront plus.
Je dormirai cinq minutes avant le passage des corbillards,
Quand Les canards effrayés se réfugieront derrière les fûts.
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A deranged person with a machine gun
Is a disaster waiting to happen.
A machine gun is a mass killing instrument.
No one should have one in an apartment.
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Let's, at least, attempt to go back,
Where nothing is white, nothing is black,
Where all things look different under the sun,
And all seem to enjoy the brightness of the moon.
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Like the rose of a special spring,
I find you very fascinating and exceptional.
You're very pretty, charming and beautiful.
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