I asked the blackbird at morning,
two plus two?
He began to sing,
Then I asked the robin
Three times three?
He began to sing,
I asked the cuckoo,
conjugate the verb "Love" to me in the future,
He began to sing,
to the chickadee,
write me “Mom”
She started to sing,
What is school for?
If she doesn’t teach us to listen to the birds?
j’ai demandé au merle ce matin,
deux plus deux ?
Il s’est mis à chanter,
J’ai ensuite demandé au rouge gorge
Trois fois trois ?
Il s’est mis à chanter,
J’ai demandé au coucou,
conjugue moi le verbe « Aimer » au futur,
Il s’est mis à chanter,
à la mésange,
épelle moi « Maman »
Elle s’est mise à chanter,
à quoi sert l’école ?
Si elle ne nous apprend pas à écouter les oiseaux ?
Categories:
aimer, bird, poetry, school,
Form: Free verse
I wouldn’t say that life is fair, but sometimes the wind blows in our favour. We do sense tension in the air, every time life issues a disclaimer. In life you may be coerced, in to becoming a self blamer.
What bitterness and grief has life in store for me? If only my good deeds redeem me from being a shamer. You may mock me for what I am today, but tomorrow to your deeds you will be a claimer.
Whatever good you do along the way, will come back to save you when you need acclaimer. On earth you have no time to spare, on your target you should be the aimer. Life can be shocking sometimes, but no need to be the exclaimer.
It’s little things that do count in life, if to your soul you want to be a tamer. A friendly smile or a nod of the head, to your self-esteem you will be a reclaimer. Or a kind word that might earn you respect, or for which you could enter the hall of famer.
Honour your word and gain peoples hearts, to your reputation it won’t be a restrainer. Seek wisdom in the womb of life, to your dignity it will be a maintainer. Don’t sell your soul for what it’s worth, unless you want humiliation to be your enslaver.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Categories:
aimer, care, courage, deep, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
Since everything makes sense, I think,
What are the stars for?
It’s up to us to observe them,
To imagine why they shine,
Are they there, to make us dream?
To make us think, or write
For us to measure distances
Which separates us from galaxies?
What are the stars for?
Their light does not come from the sun,
So there are other Christmas trees
Far from our beloved planet,
What are the stars for?
They shine on the American flag,
They shine in the eyes of young girls,
So we must love all these stars
Like our loved sisters.
Puisque tout a un sens, je crois,
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
À nous, de les observer,
D’imaginer pourquoi elles brillent,
Sont-elles là, pour nous faire rêver,
Pour nous faire réfléchir, ou écrire
Pour que nous mesurions les distances
Qui nous séparent des galaxies ?
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
Leur lumière ne vient pas du soleil,
Il y a donc d’autres sapins de Noël
Loin de notre terre chérie,
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
Elles brillent sur le drapeau américain,
Elles brillent dans les yeux des jeunes filles,
Nous devons donc aimer toutes ces étoiles
Comme nos sœurs.
Categories:
aimer, creation, hope, stars,
Form: Free verse
Of the people we hated,
We end up loving them,
I’m talking about movie actors
That I wouldn’t quote,
By Jacky Berroyer too,
I certainly don’t speak
Murderers, rapists,
I certainly don’t talk about it,
Thieves, dictators,
Bad guys, pedophiles,
No one likes them.
Of the people we loved,
We end up hating them,
I’m talking about some friends,
I’m talking about some actresses
Like Alice Taglioni,
May God forgive me!
PS Alice Taglioni and Jacky Berroyer are minor French actors
Des gens qu’on a haïs,
On finit par les aimer,
Je parle des acteurs de cinéma
Que je ne citerais pas,
De Jacky Berroyer aussi,
Je ne parle pas certes
Des assassins, des violeurs,
Je n’en parle pas certes,
Des voleurs, des dictateurs,
Des malfrats, des pédophiles,
Nul ne les aime..
Des gens qu’on a aimés,
On finit par les haïr,
Je parle de certains amis,
Je parle de certaines actrices
Comme Alice Taglioni,
Que Dieu me pardonne !
Categories:
aimer, betrayal, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Let’s not make this so little mistake,
We don’t have to agree with Marie or Catherine,
To love a girl, she has other assets,
Her tantalizing lipstick, I think so much of her,
We don’t have to agree with him,
To keep a friend, Martin, or Gilda’s
Just watch ice hockey, or football
Just send your car to the next garage
Let’s agree, we don’t need to agree,
With everyone, or the lonely poet
Just look at the stars at five o'clock,
Just fish for large trouts in Idaho,
To becoming friendlier. Or listen to the warm wind.
Ne faisons pas cette petite erreur,
On n’a pas besoin d’être d’accord avec Marie ou Catherine,
Pour aimer une fille, Elle a d’autres atouts,
Son brillant rouge à lèvres, je pense tant à elle,
On n’a pas besoin d’être d’accord avec lui,
Pour garder un ami, Martin, ou Gildas,
Il suffit de regarder du hockey sur glace,
Il suffit d’envoyer sa voiture au garage
Soyons d’accord, on n’a pas besoin d’être d’accord,
Avec tout le monde,
Il suffit de regarder les étoiles à cinq heures,
Il suffit de pêcher la truite dans l’Idaho,
Pour devenir plus sympathique. Ou d’écouter le vent.
Categories:
aimer, appreciation, friendship, identity,
Form: Free verse
The verb “ to love”
The verb «to love» is a special verb, I believe,
It is combined with only one time,
In the present of the indicative,
"I love you," you know,
Other times are made for literature
Or the songs.
Le verbe “aimer”
Le verbe « aimer » est un verbe spécial, je crois,
Il ne se conjugue qu’à un seul temps,
Au présent de l’indicatif,
« Je t’aime », tu le sais,
Les autres temps sont faits pour la littérature,
Ou les chansons.
Categories:
aimer, language, literature, love,
Form: Free verse
Brandywine, so warm and tender,
lends me a touch of pleasure.
veins like ivy, beautiful and green—
love an elixir of tranquility.
Vin de cognac, si chaud et tendre,
me donne une touche de plaisir.
des veines comme le lierre, belles et vertes—
aimer un élixir de tranquillité.
9/21/2021
Categories:
aimer, love,
Form: Verse
Self doubt and self confidence
are a result of your environment
so is happiness so is depression
undoubtedly the influence
of everyday events
subjective oppression or pressure
those days which are intense
they build or make you lesser
yet both leave their indents
be it humiliated failure
or success beyond your sense
will add or chip at layers
become what one expects
but you can change the flavour
the same way light deflects
make yourself the stranger
rid of your defects
the change is but a drainer
but not of intellect
on spirit put this strainer
don't give in to stress
the scope stays as your aimer
walk on nonetheless
and you will be the victor
who made yourself your best
Categories:
aimer, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Oh words, open your gates and relish my thoughts
Without your shoulder, my walks are crippled
You are the might and the sight of the mind
Without you, we are just vacant glitters.
Every phantasm of emotions I create
Without you are vanity utters
Adamantine walls shatter at your grace
Touching hearts in soothing pace.
Oh words, fill my mind with the water of holy lakes
To cool those with blazing wrath
And to revile and extol those fantastic souls
And with my foolish wrangle let me amuse.
But I will control the natural urge to misuse
The patrimony of eminence of your creator
I perceive you as a two edged sword
Killing the aim and the aimer with no mercy.
So come and transform my trumpery pen
To a magic wand of flowing emotions.
Categories:
aimer, words,
Form: Free verse
I dream of the wolf I met in a darkened forest room.
I dream of the flames and your soul, bright
I was scared for your persecution.
You were wrapped in God, and light,
But He never caught me like you.
I watched you with a hunter's eye,
But with no defence I was the prey
My heart, falling, felled, on the floor.
I know you will step over it when you leave, or try,
as stepping on it might see it stick.
Oh! My ribs ache from this!
My breath belongs to you!
I will keep you if I catch you, but
your casing keeps you from me,
your God is not one we can share.
I don't know the colour of your eyes,
But mine are mirrors that reflect every colour of you.
Categories:
aimer, angst,
Form: I do not know?