Parle-moi…

Parle-moi de jolies fleurs,
Puisque le printemps est au coin du boulevard.
Parle-moi du bonheur,
Parce que les bambins utilisent leurs buvards.

Parle-moi des seins ravissants,
Des chemises féminines et des mains veloutées,
Et tu verras des sourires printaniers,
Qui rendront ton cœur agréable et plaisant.

J'en ai marre de tes jalousies,
De tes mauvaises humeurs et de tes folies.

Parle-moi des choses,
Qui puissent me divertir.
Apporte-moi des roses,
Et parle-moi de l'avenir,
Ou d'un futur certain.

Apporte-moi un pot de vin,

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Happy Birthday, My Love

Darling, today is your birthday
I cannot afford to donate
You ostentatious gifts,
However, I want to paint your cheeks
With kisses of happiness,
In your tiny nest.
I want to bury my heart
Graciously in your hands,
So we can never be apart.
I want to offer you
Everything that I have on my route:
The prairies so we can get lost,
The mountains full of frost,
The sky so you can see your beauty,
The sun to keep you warm and cozy,
The rain to bless your heart,
The moon to light up your nights,
The sea to cool off your best parts,
My poems, my prose, my rhymes, my smile,
My strength, my joy, my sense of style,

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…in The Mirror…

Look deep in the mirror
Do you see color?
What do you see?
Can you see the sins of the humanity,
And the hypocrisy creeping at the doorsteps?
Blinded by the murky and muddy
Glaucoma of jealousy,
You can neither see the footsteps
Of your consciousness,
Nor the smears of your unconsciousness.

Look deep, way beyond the third heaven.
Tell the world candidly about your exploration
And your obvious observation.
Look deep, dig beyond the grimaces of the pen.
Come clean and you shall see that no one is perfect.
There is an ever-present secret skeleton in the closet.
You simply have to cross the deck,
Take a few steps beyond and let
The reality blows whistle and ring bells.

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poem by Hebert Logerie (12 December 2011)
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Heavenly Bonny

Oh! Miss. B.
You look dandy
When you smile
And I frankly love your style.

You can dance like a ballerina
Like a prima Donna
And better than Lady Gaga.

Oh! Miss B.
You sing like a pristine bee
The beautiful one that has charisma
Oh! You are a sweet Mama.

You can mimic countless exotic birds
Most men fear you because you keep your words
And you are not afraid to chase the cowards.

You are heavenly beauteous
I keep my silence

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The Black Swan

The frequent traveler, with the silky black plumage,
Chronically strolls on the lake, like a luxurious boat.
Highly sure of himself, he extrudes a beautiful image.
He wears his tuxedo like a Count; he's is always afloat.

My Golly, he cuts and splits the waves with his sword;
What a majestically gorgeous creature!
A sea of neighbors won't stop staring at his posture,
As he smiles slyly like the glows of the blue candle.

It is often reechoed that: 'The common people
Are highly fascinated by his black and brown mandible."
Oh! His exotic appearance is a gift from the Lord.

Characteristics and organs can be synonymous;
Talking about his nobility would probably be blasphemous.
Like the peacock, he is neither modest nor presumptuous.

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Girls Have Rights Too

Girls must have the undeniable rights to speak,
And the God-given rights to choose and pick.
Girls must have the rights to be educated,
To be respected and to be protected.
Girls are human beings too;
Girls must have all the rights too.

Girls must have the rights to fight
For respect, comfort and decency.
Girls like boys are bright,
Girls must be able to taste the fruit of equality.
Girls are people too,
Girls are wonderful too.

Education is the light at the end of the tunnel,
And ignorance is the moon at the bottom of the funnel.
Education is the hope that triggers better opportunities,
It is also the antidote that defeats all sorts of disease.
Therefore, girls must have the rights to be educated,
To be protected and to be respected.

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Laissons Couler L'Eau de la Rivière

Laissons couler l'eau de la rivière;
C'est le temps qui passe parallèlement.

La tempête, c'est quand s'empresse le temps;
C'est l'ouragan qui imite les tigres des forêts étrangères.

Laissons souffler le doux vent du printemps;
C'est la moisson, la saison des jolies fleurs.

Le temps passe sans gêne au plein cœur
De l'humanité qui s'amuse comme un enfant.

Laissons siffler les oiseaux et les criquets des champs;
Ce sont les enfants et les canards qui jouent dans l'étang.

Nous passons comme les colibris du jardin,
Laissons couler l'eau du grand torrent,
Qui désinfecte et purifie l'air du matin,
Et qui plus tard rafraîchit la beauté de nos champs.

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Let’s Fix the Broken Hearts

Let’s Fix the Broken Hearts

I know
That I made your days unbearable
I know that
I made your nights impossible
Because you broke my heart
Because I was hurt.

The total disregard of my feelings
The obvious humiliation, the stings
Of your sarcastic looks
Your surprising hooks
And your mental jabs and uppercuts
You unjustly classified me among the worst of the nuts.

Vengeance will not solve our problems
However, when I see you weep
Those tears wash away the blames
That you bestowed on me. I am not the sheep

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poem by Hebert Logerie (November 2010)
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Marriage, A Ceremonious Celebration

Marriage is the ceremonious celebration
Of two hearts becoming one, in a serious fashion.
Marriage is the ultimate feast of love, where two lover birds
Pledge that they will be together forever, amidst the roaring thunders:
When the sea is calm and inviting, when the sky
Is disturbed by unfriendly clouds, when the air is dry
And suffocating, when the flowers are blooming in springtime,
And when the children are screaming at the darkest hours of time.

Marriage is the final test of love, where two lovers swear that they will never be apart,
Two amorous hearts become one, two unselfish beings turn into one giant part
Of the mystery surrounded by imaginary swans and singing parrots.
Marriage is about sharing, loving, and enjoying life like two twin mascots.

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Some Fortunate Dead

Those, who are gone, left in the memory,
An incredulous effect. No one can believe that these folks,
Then and there, are no more. They are gone in the sea,
Without saying goodbye, they are living in the black space.

The dead are never gone, they are missing, buried
In an inexplicable void. They are somewhere; nowhere.
They neither live nor breathe. They are scattered
In the hearts, in the erroneous minds of the street, somewhere.

It was yesterday that the new dead were laughing and dreaming,
It was this morning that I saw them live, live, in flesh.
I thought they were all the close friends of Methos.

Those, who are hardly living, abruptly found peace,
The rest they sought since the first leap of the heart;
They are now away from fear, sorrow and pain.

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