Hebert Logerie Poems

Ne pleure pas, ne pleure pas, mon amour
Si tu pleures tes larmes vont m'étrangler
Si ti pleures tes sanglots vont me noyer
Dans l'abime des émotions. Au secours
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La esclavitud es el infierno
Es cuando un ser vivo es golpeado con palos de hierro
Es cuando un ser vivo es torturado por colonos malvados
Por tontos y verdugos de Lucifer.
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Our mother was once a girl,
It is our duty to protect and defend
All women against the quick sand
Of the sick snakes that can steal, curl,
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I am lost, lost somewhere out in space,
With tears in my eyes, and sweats on my face.
I am lost, my mind is constantly wondering;
I am like an unconscious boxer in the ring.
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There are sentences that are inaudible
And words that are passively silent
Oh! Words, verbs, innuendoes and pirouettes
We instantly ask incredulous questions.
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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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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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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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