Best Amie Poems
We stroll beneath the Eiffel Tower,
Caught amidst an autumn shower,
Just my petite amie and me,
Snuggled warm and dampness-free.
Bound to hear true romance call,
Close 'neath our crimson parasol -
Her little dog takes shelter, too,
(Chance for a stolen kiss-or-two).
Oh, blessed am I to be your fella,
Your lips, bright as our red umbrella,
Juicy fruits, fresh from the vine -
Succulent when pressed to mine.
So, let the droplets dance and spatter,
Sweet its song, that pitter-patter,
The bubbles in our day's champagne ...
How wondrous, Paris ... in the rain!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Red Umbrella" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
amie, appreciation, autumn, kiss, paris,
Form:
Rhyme
In graveyard dreams
tombstones are etched
with fading memories
Only plastic flowers
are forever—apart from
my undying love…
Farewell, mon amie...
Categories:
amie, allegory, death of a
Form:
Free verse
Was it the Longfellow Bridge? Massachusetts?
One night we crossed a bridge on foot,
Dominique, my travel friend this summer 1989,
And seated we contemplated Boston at night,
Summer was hot, the city friendly and joyful,
We talked two hours about this new country,
The lights of Boston were full of Promises,
There was something soothing about America.
Était-ce le pont de Longfellow ? Massachussetts ?
Une nuit nous avons franchi un pont à pied,
Dominique, mon amie de voyage cet été 1989,
Et assis nous avons contemplé Boston la nuit,
L’été était chaud, la ville amicale et joyeuse,
Nous avons parlé deux heures de ce nouveau pays,
Les lumières de Boston étaient pleines de Promesses,
Il y avait quelque chose d’apaisant en Amérique.
PS, un souvenir qui est resté dans mon coeur,
bisous
Categories:
amie, adventure, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
C’est ton heureux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma copine, ma commère
Il m’est impossible de t’envoyer des fleurs
Et je ne peux pas t’écrire de jolis poèmes
Cependant je peux te souhaiter du bonheur
Avec toute ma force et avec tout mon cœur.
Parfois, on ne peut pas vider tout le contenu
De la vase, comme on ne peut marcher tout nu
Dans les rues essaimées de charmantes femmes
Puisqu’on est limité et on a qu’une pauvre âme
On peut simplement mesurer ses vives émotions
Femme ! Oh ! Mémère, je me noie dans la passion.
C’est ton joyeux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma flamme, ma commère
Je te souhaite de tout mon cœur
Santé et des arcs-en-ciel de bonheur
Que la Providence te bénisse avec abondance
Et que la vie te soit des jours et nuits de vacances.
P.S. Translation ' It's Your Happy Birthday, Gorgeous Old Lady'.
Copyright © Mars 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.
Categories:
amie, anniversary, birthday, emotions, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Rappelez-Vous
(English translation below original French)
Rappelez-vous les petits fils
Qui ecoutaient leurs grand-peres
Raconter des histoires d’ infanteries
Et de battailles de la premiere guerre.
Rappelez-vous des braves garcons
Qui s’imaginaient etre des soldats,
Qui plus tard servaient le drapeau American
En tant que veritables soldats.
Rappelez-vous des pauvres parents
Qui ont recu des telegrammes et des lettres,
Et qui apres ont place indefiniment
Des etoiles d’ors aux fenetres.
Rappelez-vous de chaque petite amie
Qui esperait un jour se marier
Avec son beau voisin-ami
Qui ne va jamais plus rentrer.
Rappelez-vous des nouvelles jeunes veuves,
Avec ses petits orphelins des peres,
Qui devaient subir les enormes epreuves
D’elever leurs enfants sans l’aide des peres.
N’oubliez pas les anciens jeunes garcons—
Les chanceux qui ont survecu
Et regardent souvent les horizons lointains
Cherchant leures ami-fantomes qui ne sont jamais revenues.
Remember
Remember the grandsons
Who listened to their grandfathers
Tell stories of infantries
And battles of the first war.
Remember brave boys
Who pretended to be soldiers
Who later served the American flag
As real soldiers
Remember the poor parents
Who received telegrams and letters
And who afterward indefinitely placed
Gold stars in their windows.
Remember each girlfriend
Who hoped to marry someday
Her handsome neighbor/friend
Who will never come back again.
Remember the new young widows,
With their little fatherless children
Who had to undergo the enormous ordeals
Of raising children without a father’s help.
Don’t forget the former young boys-
The lucky ones who survived,
And often look at the far horizons
For their phantom-friends that never returned.
Categories:
amie, death, father, friend, loss,
Form:
Quatrain
A petrified conjunction(?)
what a strange day...
for a martyr of missing time
born in the urn grove
among the burning embers
born on the wrong side of the tracks
what a strange day...
for an unknown hero
living in his restless chamber
his head like an ice-breaker
his uniform of ivory tears
what a strange day...
for a night in a boiler room
mais la nuit est mon amie
so let's talk about the lousy
plane crash avalanche
what a strange day...
for this nightmare paradise
la princesse est très curieuse
and her calculated motifs
like a transcription factor
what a strange day...
for this residue of a pattern
rarely essential by your knowledge
beyond the nucleotide sacrifice
of all the negated literals
there's nothing to think about
– let's eliminate the principle!
inside an empty hillside manor
of the cosmos Demiurge
in the name of all rhetoric solutions
Categories:
amie, nonsense, surreal, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
i can tell you only one thing,
my sight searches for you,
like the dawn searching for the
orange hue of the waking sun.
i love you,
not just because you are the portrait
the muses dote on;
the brightest stars may,
shed their infinite radiance to you, my dear
but you, to me, are my endless light,
a light that refreshes my ageing soul.
and you, my beloved, are seared into my heart;
like an oxbrand that tames a maverick.
if you do not love me,
do not befriend me.
for every moment that you stay on,
my love for you will,
like a flame on a candle that
continues to light on til i am no more,
and i will go on being drawn to you as a moth, being
drawn to its demise; the fiery light that proved false.
instead, my dear,
toss me into the deepest chasm
where the roaring tempests will wash away,
all my lingering thoughts of you.
until little by little, i shall stop remembering
that you were once, my yearning.
and once i forgot you my darling,
you will no longer be my haunt.
but before my impalpable longing,
for you, my sweet, turns to ashes,
let me tell you this;
yet, you were the hope, that led me to
nowhere, you were still, the hope that kept me on.
and after that, mon amie, i shall have stopped
loving you.
Categories:
amie, lonely, love,
Form:
Free verse
You know, mon amie
She can be vicious
In her gentle attack
And right now, see
She is feverish
I don’t know
Where to
Hide!
Categories:
amie, fear,
Form:
La Fête foraine de Scarborough
For the anonymous medieval poet
and Simon & Garfunkel - in admiration
************
Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ?
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Parlez de moi à une fille d'antan
Elle fut jadis mon amie intime
Dites-lui de me coudre un Cambric chemise
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Sans bordure ni de la finesse
Et sûr elle restera mon amie intime
Dites : faites-le dans une ruelle de sycomore
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Et le recueillir dans un panier des fleurs
Ainsi elle restera mon amie intime
Dites : lavez-le dans ce puit sec
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Où l'eau ne monte pas ni pluie tombe raide
Ainsi elle restera mon amie intime
Dites : trouvez-lui un acre de terre
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym
Entre les flots et sur le rivage sableux
Ainsi soit-elle mon amie intime
Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine
Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine
© Translation : T. Wignesan - Paris, April 12, 2019
Categories:
amie, lost love, love, remember,
Form:
Quatrain
Happy New Year, it’s time to fly,
Get together with others, chime,
Collect yourself and inwards cry,
Scream n’ shout at New Year’s time,
Pull down the old if need be,
Flare and dance, temper the won;
Mime, hold to ransom gaunt and Lei,
Astound the self, the gut n’ tonne.
Jig around the Christmas tree,
In the halls and pubs real bright,
Lights will own you, squint or glee,
‘Til surroundings become amie tight.
Happy New Year. Cheers to you all.
Categories:
amie, christmas, community, day, destiny,
Form:
Quatrain
Wonder why I never fell?
Go down but never drown?
Why a smile is always painted
On my beautiful cheeks?
You reason as to why
My hearts sings always
Gracious hymns
And not songs of sorrow.
The secret you seek
Of my ever-lively heart,
The secret I shall tell,
Is this magical being.
An angelic being
That grasps my hand so I stumble not.
The name you ask,
Ayo I say, Ayobami Abiola.
She is the one who like a spell
Has painted a wide cheer
On my once sad cheeks
An eternal change.
Oh! God I thank you,
For this wonderful creature
Which you made me
So unworthily her bestfriend.
Her voice as subtle as a dove
Quenches any fire around me
She is always there, by my side
To guide, every step I take.
Ma meilleure amie
A rare gem.
Forever am I indebted to you
For your love, care, support and friendship.
This friendship
Will I cherish forever,
And I always will be by your side,
My very best friend.
Categories:
amie, friendship,
Form:
Blank verse
Thought it might be time I would reply to you
That I would let you own me is the last thing I would do
You were too wrapped up in you to see
It 'aint about someone else it's that I'm finally free
From your crazy ideas of you and me
You think maybe you could stay
For a while, maybe longer, if you had your way
How could you even ask me what I want to do
The only thing I want's to stay the hell away from you
At least you can admit you don't know wrong from right
But that don't excuse your tryin' to control my life
Don't know why I think it's so hard to believe
That even you would write me something that sounds so naïve
Here it is again in case I've left you any doubt
You might be fallin' in but I'm all the way out
How could you even ask me what I want to do
The only thing I want's to stay the hell away from you
July 16, 2017
Inspired by "Amie" by Pure Prairie League
Contest: "The Poet's Ear"
Categories:
amie, break up, song,
Form:
Lyric
don't go for the call
its like a bad falls
there amie
to cause you pain
get out that rain
its just anuther name
DON'T FALL FOR THE
GAME
Categories:
amie, jealousy, judgement,
Form:
Light Verse
I felt his little wrinkled nose pressing through the snow, just when I thought I was all alone, under this lovely quilt so bright. I’m tougher than I look; I can be broken. Let the cold freeze his selfish schnoz! The psychiatrist did say I have an anger problem, he called me a nut - I told him to leap from this tree and to my amazement he did. His swan dive was amazing, swirling and twirling, but darn, he landed on those lazy leaves.
I prefer to think of myself in poetic words, I am the fruit of the oak. I’m leather-tough and my body’s shaped like a cup. I’m practically perfect.
The bully-birds picked on my brothers and sisters. They came close to me a couple of times, but the kindly wind swept them away, their tail feathers ruffled.
In the Autumn I fell, landed hard - my bum bruised and an impish human threw me into a basket. I was humiliated as I dashed against John Does. He took us up, lined us up like army men - should I salute, I wondered.
His mother called him in; the wind came with a cold shoulder this time, brushed me off. Then this bitter storm of white flakes frightened me. I fought the shiver - over time I became warm under confectionary powder.
My future grim - I see now I shan’t become a tree. I reside inside another living thing - adieu adieu. I close my eyes as I am chewed. I leave this note beside my cocoon. Remember me, mon amie as you look up.
4/29/2020
The Last Acorn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Categories:
amie, animal, nature,
Form:
Personification
he is got a game
don't be his flame
bad news is his amie
thats how he gain his fame
its not silly
to
WATCH SLICK WILLE
Categories:
amie, adventure, depression, education,
Form:
Light Verse