The Full Moon behind the Curtain

The Full Moon behind the Curtain

After half a decade in absentia,
One night we met again
By luck, a few miles from Florentia,
Where the moon was beaming behind the curtain,
Observing and spying
On us. Destiny has a way of showing
Its sparkling teeth and its dazzling face.
We stared at each other and embraced
Amicably. We smiled at each other
And behaved like it has been an hour
Since we last chatted.

To my amaze, you were not convoluted;
You were simply admirable,
Courteous and affable.
We were untying the knot of our past
And everything was moving like a blast.
In the garden of our hearts, it was spring

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poem by Hebert Logerie (October 2011)
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A few Words to Malala of Pakistan

The world needs more young boys and girls like you.
I pray God to protect you, under his divine shield,
And to grant you a long life. You are among a few,
Who are not afraid to tell the truth. The field
Is in dire need of serious drops of rain.
Education is the key for a better life for all God's children.
Malala, you are the angel of hope,
That our world yearns for. You are brave,
And with the help of God, the brainless slave,
Who shot you, will not succeed. The Pope,
The silent majority, and many world leaders support you.
The world needs more young and fresh minds like you.
You are an inspiration to all people with common sense.
The force of darkness and evil cannot silence
Such a wonderful inspiring angel like you.
You are right, all young people need to be educated, not a very few.
The world needs more young boys and girls like you.

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Nos Premiers Baisers

Toi et moi étions jeunes et forts,
C'était un joli après-midi après l'école;
Le ciel se dressait d'un bleu d'azur, rien n'était drôle,
Et les loriquets fredonnaient sans efforts.

Par hasard, nous nous sommes croisés au carrefour,
Quand les rayons de nos yeux s'attiraient.
Nous nous pressions pour dialoguer; sans avis,
Toi et moi échangions nos premiers mimis,
Les premiers baisers qui ont changé nos vies et notre paix.

Ton cœur était froid et mon corps brûlait dans un four.
Toi et moi étions touchés par les flèches de l'amour,
Qui ont changé nos sourires, nos rires et nos humours.

Nous parlions une langue que nous deux seuls comprenions.
Tout était beau, joli, ravissant, tendre, charmant, mignon,
Etcetera, etcetera. Nos premiers baisers venaient du ciel;
Ils étaient plus doux que les cerises trempées dans le miel.

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L’Ombre De l’Aube

L’Ombre De l’Aube

J’avais brièvement ton chéri cœur en main,
Mais il a disparu dès l’aube, dans l’ombre,
Quand la rosée aspergeait les lauriers du chemin.

Ton visage gentiment maquillé et serein
S’entremêlait avec le voile des pénombres.
Quel puéril sommeil aux yeux clairs et sains!

Quel étrange songe! Quel beau rêve! Ton souffle
M’a saoulé dans l’ambiance du brouillard crémeux.
Le papillon, qui observait ce phénomène merveilleux,
A gémi et pleuré comme un jeune amoureux.

L’ombre, plongée dans un silence harmonieux,
Est montée splendidement jusqu’au ciel brumeux.
L’ange nocturne est venu comme le dernier bienheureux.
De très loin, on entendait le Te Deum des pantoufles.

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The New Generation

Betrayed and backstabbed
By our African brothers.
Insulted, humiliated and robbed
By Our European brothers.
We are the descendants
Of defeated Kings and Queens.
We are the infants
Of two distressed twins.
Sold like cattles,
Winners of many battles:
We are the new generation,
We are the fine products
Of a new creation.
We walk proud like ducks
Of the newly man-made lakes,
We helped and we chased away the fakes:
We are the dreams of our forefathers.
We are, at last, speaking in unison,
Like cousins, like brothers and sisters;
Every day, we are forging new union.

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Delayed Justice...

(This poem is dedicated to Hollister #22.)

Delayed justice is better than no justice.
The world will always be round.
Facts cannot be altered; prejudice
Is a major impediment to reach sound
Justice. Justice is all we want,
Fairness is what we fight for,
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.

All lives are special.
All God's children are beautiful.
All colors are essential,
To make the rainbow normal.

Justice, Justice is what we want,
Fairness is what we fight for.

Equality under the law is critical.

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A Painful Departure

You packed two suitcases
And you left without uttering a word.
This is worse than plunging a sword
Deep in my aorta. You left the premises,
For no apparent reasons. 'On what basis? '
I ask myself: ' Why behave like a beast? '

I have been at the windows,
For innumerable hours.
I am like a sick puppy,
A homeless cat lost a sea.
I am perturbed and confused.
I am incarcerated and abused.

I am searching everywhere,
And praying that a gush of fresh air
Will enter your brain, so you'll return home,
Where you are happy, under the foam
Of our Jacuzzi, with your sweetheart.

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Another Sad Anniversary of 911

I remember the day when the terrorists shocked
Our world. I remember that sad and dark day.
Two planes crashed into the Twin Towers, other hijacked
Plane hit the Pentagon and another one landed
In Pennsylvania and exploded; all aboard died.
Thousands innocent people lost their lives.
I vividly remember that infamous day.
Thousands of people could not get away.
Millions of people panicked, millions cried.
I will always remember that day, where countless lives
Were changed forever. Thank God that the number one
Killer is now dead. Thank God that other killers can simply run
And hide; they cannot plan like that anymore,
They do not have the means to hurt us anymore.
The Almighty God is good all the time,
Even after being the victim of an egregious crime.
I will always remember 9/11,
Even when I'll reach ninety seven.
May God bless America!
May God protect America!

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Je Dormirai Seul, Sans Toi

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.

A la campagne, comme dans les mornes, les arbres porteront des bras,
Les palmiers aux jambes désossées et longues se promèneront
Durant toute la soirée, et l'écho se répandra au long des monts:
Chouettes, hiboux et grenouilles patineront sur le verglas.

Tu dois rester où que tu es, comme les femmes de nuit
Sur le pavé, qui se trouvent à huit clos, au fond du puits.
Les anges sont en vacances et le son du tamtam se diminue.

Je suis déjà sous le couvre-lit, il fait très beau dans la chambre.
Je suis vêtu de mon pyjama rouge et bleu; mes pieds sont nus,
Et mes mains resteront dégantées, jusqu'à la fin de novembre.

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Money

Money is the root of all evil,
Money was blessed by the devil,
Money, money can kill,
Money can cheat, steal…
Ask the disbarred lawyer,
What this sad creature
Can do: It can commit suicide,
Money, money can divide,
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease,
On the contrary, you’ll have fewer friends,
And more creatures showing their hands,
Claws, guns and deadly weapons.
Money will not send you to the heavens,
Money, money is dirty and evil;
Money is a sick devil.
Money and women don’t mix,
Just like alcohol and driving.
Having hush money is not a quick fix,
But a dangerous way to go down the ravine.

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