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Best Poems Written by Catherine Labeau

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Mentor Love

thank you thank you to my mentor
she seen in me in me no one could see
write your poetry but use virgule
and diligent I write tons of nonsense
with no virgules as I am a bad student
but you forever in my heart never to be forgotten my mentor.

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A Flower

a flower I am not
a contest I do not enter
I am a free spirit to share the world
of knowledge and a life for a moment
the wrench of eyes dropping tears
a nose to smell the wonder of bloom
as the tree soon to convey the memories of linden and teas  
I walk the streets
the white narcissus of my teens past will bring me to a field long gone in the mountains of Andorra 
an edelweiss to mix with your champagne
a flower wall I do not dance to your rhythms but my own
a voice to tell nothing but ears listening to operas my heart is full
the dandelion a miracle of generosity as the forager need to eat with the season.

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Rainbow

today is not yesterday and for sure not tomorrow
as the weather man tell us snow is coming
shovel asleep but salt at hand
I take a walk in my coat with puppy in tow
our star the sun is bright to be on earth
looking for signs of spring 
my mood bigger than a cloud hiding the moon

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Panda

I want to be the panda protected
nothing to fear the last of my breed
I eat my heart content the bamboo leaves
of the forest preserved for me and my sibling
no agenda gave me a few more years to disappear
and stay a porcelain in your boudoir.

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Rock and Roll

a deck of cards 
a roll of dices
monopoly
you go to jail
an other chance
you hopscotch the streets
or should I say the side walk
as for ever you liked the games
of chance and scrabble
your brain to understand
the meaning of all 
the avenue looks pretty good
from the stoops with your crayons
they come in boxes of your choosing 
and you can melt the wax
making sure your carpet won't catch fire
as you wove it with wool from woolworth
and where are those stores
just a story and a web you are godiva
and ride the horse to amazon
the nile you left behind with papyrus
but trying to find where the roll begins 
to wipe your ass is disconcerting
a smile and a grin for you to figure

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Her

the devil is calling
a cigarette you call it
as the airplane flying the sky
to sit ten is late waiting 

surprise soon to be twenty or more bullshit
flying the sky to reach the tarmac
of evil with a glass of lemon juice in the morning
shame on you my dear you are acid

fancy plates from past century
I drink your wines with crystal glass
and make a madeira of your life
as I pet a cat my dog in need of a pee

no crave here to call your name
shame on you with your botox
to look sublime as I live a life
of desire and glee

as I in a box chose not to fly your plane
but eyes opened for the reveal I count on you 
to make it right my dear devil.

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Polite Robot

so we pass the push one for english
talking to the internet in private as we may be recorded
get your ass here sweet we have a problem
found in a garden three fences away no guilt to me
and you on long island told me I was the best to get things moving
with soft language and asking what you ate for breakfast

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Color

the color of teal 
is it greenish or blue hue
you tell me a duck

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Ode To Sister

do do do dominique
my sister always here for me
as my hair flying the wind

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Down the Drain

I can count my lovers with fingers
not promiscuous none the less
at age sixty two what say you

never used a condom
as it will be condemning
my beliefs

of not procreating
good genes
or the crazy 

never to hold my babies
as fetus they were flushed
for the abuse at age fourteen

not a choice if you tell me
of morning sickness
to hide from my mother 

bringing the wolf in her den
of lush and many tears
well I paid the price

but all is swell and a line or two
a survivor for you to read
the indulge the dreams