Anna's boyfriend comes from France
Stars in her eyes from French romance.
Now our boyfriends are all homegrown
We want a French kiss the seeds are sown.
Alain is compliant and does oblige
One by one we're starry-eyed
Anna's furious, kiss classified
Give up Alain! not possible we cried.
Young man's exhausted his lips are swollen
From the French kisses we have stolen..
Anna and the French Kiss
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“Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year
probably isn't learning enough.” — Alain de Botton
convinced me to roll curlers
let them hang loose
roam the village
grocery store
bobbing along
latent style
and jeans
wouldn’t mind the stares
if but i
could restore my youth
shake my booty
oh so fine
to the chagrin
of my grandmother’s eyes
to the surprise
of the guy in aisle nine
who thought me shy
3/23/2020
I can hear my suit breathing in the night
hanging on the closet door
it likes to be called Alain Villain
and while I eat salad from the bowl
it devours umbrellas in a bathtub
and gets stronger every time
but scissors under my pillow
make me feel safer
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*loosely based on my dream*
The Virgin Maid of Orleans, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s La Pucelle
To Robert Caze*
Even as the blaze crackled around the stake’s pyre,
Joan was deafened by the clergy’s brutal chanting,
Harsh eyes with hate from all the windows demeaning,
She felt her flesh quiver and her soul budge on fire.
And like lambs that resold to the butcher expire
The shepherd roamed with country airs whistling
She reflected in earnest on things and being
And met her lord who ungrateful did conspire.
« It’s wrong, gentle Bastard, sweet Charles*, good Xaintrailles,
To let the English take charge of her funeral
She who forced them to abandon the siege of Orleans. »
And as for Lorraine, the very thought of that injury,
While death clasped in its arms the non-believers,
Weary ! She cried out just as another creature formerly.
• Acc. to Yves-Alain Favre, a journalist (1853-1886), slain in a duel.
• Charles the VII, crowned King at Rheims on July 17, 1429, with the help of Joan of Arc who was then aged 15. It was thought Charles VII may not have been the son of his father, Charles VI, owing to an extra-marital affaire with a Bavarian monarch.
• © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013