repose-toi, chassons tes ennuis
mon amour, laisse-moi te fredonner une berceuse
oublie tout ce qui te pèse, ferme les yeux
mon oreille doucement collée à ton coeur
je désire me glisser dans tes bras, être bercée
doucement par les vagues de ta poitrine
nous voici naufragés, la tempête apaisée
tentons de laisser derrière nous les débris puisque
dans la sérénité du présent, tout est calme et sublime
Translated from my poem SLEEP, MY LOVE
Posted on October 10, 2021
Categories:
berceuse, longing, love, peace, sleep,
Form: Free verse
UXTAPOSITION 2
Berceuse for a Deceased Loved One
So many walk,
eyes cast downward,
Draped in black,
Bruised and battered
By the sting of death.
Their loved one placed
Among the community
Of the non-living, who
Will now attend
To their future needs.
Waltz for a Newlywed Couple
Across the town,
Faces lift skyward,
Adorned in white,
Young love’s promises
Dreams to be fulfilled,
And new life generated.
They take their place
In the community
Of the living, who
Will now attend
To their future needs.
Categories:
berceuse, death, grief, love, wedding,
Form: Free verse
Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and Footle Foxtrots
Galavanting to Ghazal Gavottes
Humming harmonies to a Haiku Hip Hop
Inhaling Italian sonnet Instrumentals
Jiving to a Jueje Jig
Keeping time to a Kyrielle Khaliji*
Lolling to a Limerick Lullaby
Marching to a Monorhyme Minuet
Napping to a Narrative Nocturne
Ovations for an Ottava Rima Overture and Ode Opera
Praising a Pantoum Polonaise
Quieting my quarters with a Quatrain Quadrille
Rollicking to Rondeau Rondos and Rhyme Royal Rhapsodies
Singing to Sonnet Sonatas and Sapphic Stanza Symphonies
Tapping toes to a Triolet Trio and a Tanka Tango
Unwinding to an Urban Sonnet Unison
Vocalizing a Villanelle Villanella
Whistling with a Waltz Wave Waltz
eXulting in Yaltos and Zikets
// Lines consist of a verb, a poetry form, and a musical form //
*Khaliji = modern contemporary music of Central and Eastern Arabia
Categories:
berceuse, music, poetry,
Form: Abecedarian
His eyes cannot perceive the smiles and tears
On faces touched by artistry of voice,
Yet when he bares his soul in ardent song,
The rolling hills of Tuscany rejoice.
Exotic passion shatters static space,
To sing or not to sing was never aired.
Romantic, operatic or berceuse,
Bocelli's voice was gifted to be shared.
07/01/19
Sing it poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Categories:
berceuse, song,
Form: Rhyme
a blossom of a roadside cosmos seems rather sad because colorless,
raises the eyes to find the tomorrow at the moment when wind stops
and roams, through the rifts the wind cunningly manipulates,
to look back the trying passage
the cosmos lady tall and slender, a lonely and pathetic woman,
“why are you humming berceuse Jocelyne, while rocking
an empty cradle? whom do you wait for in this chilling night,
under the moonbeam scatter the fallen leaves?”
for she is not able to conceive a baby,
plucks a star from the sky beyond the morning glow
the other side of daybreak; she wraps a star in the blanket
instead of a baby the woman never had,
and tightly holds it in her bosom pressing her cheek
against the folded blanket, and walks on the cold morning dews
for another day yet to come. nevertheless, each time she takes
a step forward the west wind hastily returns to retrace
its own footmarks which it has left in a bygone day,
and compels her reminisce unpleasant memories,
the memories of whole of bad fruits once the west wind
has had carried away
Categories:
berceuse, baby, flower, metaphor, night,
Form: Free verse
Sweet dreams, to you, my precious child,
May you frolic in the meadow of a fairyland.—
Let angels keep your sleep beguiled,
As o'er your cradle doth the sandman softly stand.
Sweet dreams of golden elfin glades
Where the babble of a brook will sing a sleepy song, —
As round your bed float winged shades
To lullaby each slumbered hour the darkness long.
Sweet dreams, until the dawning break
Steals the night away with rosy gleams of beaming sun.—
Then you, my baby, will awake
To gladden days of treasured pleasures every one.
So soon a mourning dove will coo—
There I'll be with loving arms to hold you.
Sweet dreams, and never need you fear,
Blessed babe, for you shall always find me near.
Though happiness may come and go,
For tomorrow joy or sorrow in our fate could lie,
Just dream and grow, my child, to know
Always your mother everlastingly I will be biding by.
– Harley White
[Song lyrics to music of 'Trämerei' – by Robert Schumann, (1810–1856) ]
Categories:
berceuse, angel, child, dream, emotions,
Form: Ballad
Little baby, lying in mama's arms
Tell us how diff'rent her affection is
(Especially to those made deaf
In the arms of insolence)
Tell us that every word from her tongue
Is a berceuse, making you sleep
On the cradle of boon
Not on the hammock of bane
Tell us that every touch made by her hand
Is a panacea, making your withering hope
Prolong its life
Making your dim future a golden sunrise
Tell us that her every kiss
Wipes your tears away
And her every hug
Brings you warmth and joy every day
Categories:
berceuse, mother,
Form: Free verse
Berceuse was of the hummings I did hear
next to the breast of a matriarch so fair.
Born was a maternal love beyond sheer;
tainted,never to be,endless for our share.
Thus,incessant is your wisdom of life
that I continue to apply with my days.
Those were the filial times of my life:
neonate-joie de vivre to present phase.
And so we remain in such felicity,
never to be aberrant from our hearts.
Trial of me in my own iniquity
never diminished the love that mother imparts.
Harsh changes in time have only found us
with timely endeavors,and we prevailed!
My mother,who can deny and discuss
(as dare one baring zucchetto or veil)
that you are not a saint within the eyes
of hearts you showed kindness to throughout your life?
Yes it is true of this poem's imply
that you'll forbear the worst of pangs and strife.
There is not enough words,nor stanzas to
express all the love that keeps teeming within.
With paramount sincerity,"I dearly love you."
Circle the 1st letter of the 1st line,circle the 2nd letter of the 2nd line,the 3rd letter of the
3rd line,4th letter of the 4th line and so on until it spells out the name of a wonderful mom.
Categories:
berceuse, dedicationlove,
Form: Rhyme
Berceuse lulling amidst
A warm, dusky night,
As eyelids slowly slide with ease
Like a blanket on weary pupils…
Floating upon the nonchalant soul,
A body smeared with
The euphoria of sleep…
Categories:
berceuse, imagination, life, peace,
Form: Free verse