Hebert Logerie Poems

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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These are all lies.
These are dead flies
That can no longer move.
Change your groove,
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Hell in Haiti; Hell in Santo Domingo.
Our brothers and sisters have nowhere to go,
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Tell me what color you see
When you close your eyes at night.
Do you see the blue and clear waves of the sea?
The answer is negative. Do you see, in flight,
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Me encanta. Te quiero no por su apariencia exterior,
Sin embargo, para los tesoros herméticamente ocultos en ti,
Por su bondad, su estilo único y su inteligencia,
Y para la aspersión de una alegría eterna en mi corazón y mi alma.
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Oh! My God
We’ve seen too many great Poets
A jillion of them who have been so sad
For years. Great parrots, great Patriots
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Je suis le bon loup-garou qui change de peau
Le soir, et qui joue avec les expressions des mots.
J’aime protéger les enfants, les pauvres et les écrivains.
Le matin, je ne bois pas de sang mais du bon vin.
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