Hebert Logerie Poems

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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Haïti, au gala de ce soir,
Tu seras ma jolie Valentine,
Me petite amie, ma copine,
La Négresse aux beaux yeux noirs.
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It is wonderful to see multiracial boys and girls
Accompanying the football or soccer players
On the field. Let's applaud them, ring the bells,
And say no to racism; this is a clear defeat for the haters,
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J'étais un bambin,
Quand ces criminels crétins
Ont envahi bourgs et villes,
Notamment, celle de Jérémie.
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Babies bite not all the time
Because their teeth are coming up
In this World Cup
It should be a crime
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"What can't they get along? "
Said, a famous tortured Black man.
Why can't they sing the same song?
What a shame! What an omen!
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Today is blessed; the sun is shining for your birthday.
The sky appears bright, blue, white and very happy.
This is spectacular! The birds are enjoying this heavenly day.
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Le soleil brille ce matin béni par Dieu pour ta fête.
Le ciel apparaît clair, bleu, blanc et très content.
C'est spectaculaire! Les oiseaux font leurs pirouettes.
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Suicide is not a panacea.
It is a seriously deadly faux pas.
Love yourself and others.
Kiss yourself and the flowers.
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