Hebert Logerie Poems

Nobody can impress
This poet, this genius,
Who hates being under stress.
This thinker wants to rest
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L'amour parfois s'enrage comme un lion.
C'est un triste caméléon,
Qui change à n'importe quel moment,
Comme les vagues de la mer et celles de l'ouragan.
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The children see colors
Appreciate all types
And draw rainbows
The adults see colors
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L'oubli est un mauvais mot
L'oubli est assaisonné de maux
Je n'oublierai jamais les crimes
Perpétrés par les sbires des cimes
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Le cœur est maussade
Et les fleurs malades.
Les harengs comme des enfants
Nagent lentement dans l'étang.
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It exists, without a doubt, a slew of violence in our society.
The cops, who are supposed to enforce the laws,
Are committing countless abuses and atrocities. What a pity!
It is apparent that we are embedded in deep flaws,
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Death brings sadness and sorrow;
A shaky and an unpredictable tomorrow.
It is a fact of life that we were born to die,
But death still brings surprises and shocks like a lie
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I was a toddler,
When these morons
Invaded our cities and towns,
To spread death, fear and terror,
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At least, we all have one story to tell.
We, without a doubt, can share one tale.
My father was an unpublished poet.
Poetry was his love, his friendly pet.
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Happy birthday to the great Men and Women,
Who are now residing in a better place.
Happy birthday to the Heroes, without a face,
Who have carved and shaped my brain.
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