Best Coeur Poems
Rendered faceless by the artist, she appeals to the masses. This angel takes up the canvas. Her identity of she is given by the poet. Bold with chromatic colors. Only Gabriel and archangel Michael are mentioned by name in the holy bible.
Hosts of angels appear when human eyes are open to the invisible. Some artists have reduced angels to chubby-cheeked toddlers. Likely the appearance of one angel in his/her shining glory would knock you to the ground with the force of lightning.
After losing one job, I had a strange encounter with a woman. I don’t remember what she said but it spoke to my heart. We saw each other for a split second. I immediately felt that she was an angel in human form.
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,
for by so doing some people
have entertained angels without knowing it
HEBREWS 13:2
SACRE COEUR WINGS
bauble-head with a 3-d halo,
she’s full-pink-bubblegum faceless.
strong stripes of her skirt lend
themselves to upper body strength.
extension of shoulders, the arch
of see-through wings outlined
in white, blue, pink, bright yellow.
xanthous flowers like birds
cling to the angel-sleeves
whilst the cerulean sky
seeps through sacre coeur wings.
centerfold heart
open in her chest, big and bold
with sunlike rays.
she’s a flotation device over the deep blue lake.
she’s Eden’s garden in flight.
she’s light…she beams.
8/7/2021
Emile Pinet’s Imagism
"Cœur de Lion"
what makes a hero?
the hero heart
doesn’t beat
it roars,
calling in all
the shrouds
ears and eyes open
eventually,
they all hear
the call
what makes a hero?
today, you may be,
but maybe not, tomorrow
what of tomorrow?
the child inside
queries adult quandary
fear faced front on
more than words
read and spoken
the voice of the inner
child speaks,
the adult listens
12 seconds to midnight
the body confronted
the soul lifted
the reconciliation
with self, now wafer thin
a lifetime’s token handed in
“no more pain,”
Cœur de Lion instructs,
“Love turns it back on war,
Love turns its back,
Love turns away,
come child
eyes on me,
always,
this way”
trauma confounded
embraced, Love wins
Truth, this way
no winners
in wars
all discover this
in the end
of their days;
what makes a hero?
Resolution
letting loose of
all that time took away
“no more pain,”
Coeur de Lion instructs,
“Love turns away
from what shrouds
preach best,
no one better, nor best,
there is no victory
in wars, the games
men like gods play,
spitting bullets and bombs
like verbose vitriol
their blood as ink, seered
into pages burning
turning over
like sleeping white flags,
dissolving to lucid dreams,
far too late;
all discover this
in their own time, all
semicolons marked as
unsung heroes
far too late, the music
arrives, by the heard
in the end
of their
story book days
heroes
unseen,
and seen
to be sung
and
to be heard
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Words Whispered to a Child Under Siege"/Joseph Fasano
herd.
heard.
the empty chambers
of a heart buried deep,
low beneath a vibrant earth,
darkly fed by brackish storms
washed into catchbasins
wetly percolate through broken clay
through caverns delved by mineral roots
building languid waves
silent currents pushed upon
borders of an unseen shore
burbled by eyeless minnows
flushed by distant moons
as the weight of earth above
expands the slurried ache
of a lighter place
of a softer face
a notion gentle bumps along
carried on iron platelets
deep past rasping ventricles
contracted
expanded
contracted
through derelict cataracts
rising above to clean artesian
spent in marble fountains
and walking by in swelted heat
startled by the cool curtain
she smiles.
It Pitter-Patters Down My Heart
(Another possible translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Il pleure dans mon cœur » by T. Wignesan)
It pitter-patters down my heart
Just as it does over the town.
What’s this languorous thought
Which creeps into my heart ?
Oh ! the gentle tred of the rain
On the ground and on roof-tops !
For a heart which is in chagrin
Oh ! the music that is rain !
It rains without rhyme or cause
In this heart which constricts.
What ! No treacherous force ?
Plunges me in mourning’s remorse.
Well, the worst possible sentence
Is to leave me with not even a clue,
Bereft of love and hate - whence
My heart founders under sentence.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Coeur d'Alene, Heart of the Awl,
gem of the north,
you tamed my hatred of this desert state
and gave me sunlight sparkling on
blue lakes under scented pines.
Mon cœur est pur
Comme la nature
Je te voie dans mes rêves
Pour moi tu vaux cher
Est-ce que tu le vois est-ce que tu l’sens
Que je t’aime énormément
S.V.P fais-moi signe
Tu es ma feuille de vigne
Je regarde souvent
Je pense à toi tout le temps
Je suis en amour
Avec toi et ton sens d’humour
Je pense que le sais
Que je t’aime pour qui tu es
Je t’ai écrit ce poème
Parce que je t’aime
Est-ce que tu le vois est-ce que tu l’sens
Que je t’aime énormément
Fais-moi signe maintenant
Je t’attend depuis longtemps
Haya He He He He
Haya He He He He
Haya He He He He
Haya He He He He
Est-ce que tu le vois est-ce que tu l’sens
Que je t’aime énormément
S.V.P fais-moi signe
Tu es ma feuille de vigne
One thing that I know,
That I know nothing.
We are but cattle,
If we don't look deep.
Know thyself
Or know naught.
Difference in hue
Disguises the divine spark
That we all share.
So you are my neighbour
And I must love you as myself.
Where you suffer,
So must I.
We are bound together,
Though we seem to be apart.
Your poverty
My impoverishment.
To make a better world,
Let us learn to know ourselves
So we will know the other better.
I want you to want me, like
you used too.
When we were still in love
And time and fate were on our
side
When I didn't have those
terrible feelings of wanting to
die;
I want you to want me like you
first did
When I walked into the room
And we knew we loved each
other than.
I always thought Shakespeare
was a liar
Than I met you, and my heart
found true desire
Love at first sight,
Who would believe such a
thing?
But I was proven wrong
When I walked inside and you
were playing that song.
You looked at me, with this
look in your eyes
The look that comes with the
quote
"True love never dies"
I want you to want me, like you
did back in the day
When everything was perfect
And we went on our merry way
I want you to want me, like the
day we first kissed
Never had I ever been so
nervous
I could go on for hours;
About how you made the
flowers seem brighter
And the sky more blue
But that won't help me get over
you,
But I can't even pretend,
Sometimes I think you'll have
my heart until the end
But I know this isn't true
I will be strong, and get over
you
But sometimes is the blackest
of the night
I think of all of our old delights
And I just want you to want me
like you used too;
When love was faithful and still
in bloom;
It would never be the same
this heart, aching in the moment,
growing “a la Grinch”,
seeded with a look, a gaze
gossamer, this veil of lust
this gentle coup of crown and throne
this empty castle - drawbridge down.
©6/21/2018
for Seven lines of romantic heaven Poetry Contest
Vive l’héro
La chanson voisine des louanges
Et toi-
Tu m’as laissé
Au sommet
De leur jeu
Et j’ai pleuré
Tout seul
Sans arrêt, comme une veille chute d’eau
Mais quand
Tu n’es pas retourné, pour retrouver
Ta jeunesse d’antan
Pourquoi
Personne ne vient
Pour me demander?
Comment
Oui, comment j’ai arrêté
De pleurer
Question From A Broken Heart (English)
Long live the hero
The neighbors’ song of praise
And you-
You left me
To the top
Of their game
And I cried
Alone
Nonstop, like an ancient waterfall
But when
You didn’t come back, to rediscover
Your long lost youth
Why
Nobody is coming
To ask me ?
How,
Yes, how I stopped
From weeping
They are the walking dead;
I know their fate and see their dismay.
How they scurry, fury, and grapple to go –
Running in circles to try and save their own.
Ninety-two spheres gone by
As I sit here and watch
Their lives gone awry.
“Put your top-hat and coat on, Sir –
It’s bound to be a very cold night”.
Below I feel the quaking rise
Of water threatening at the bow’s side.
Approaching tides, pending encroach,
Those left behind
Not good enough to be let go.
En la Coeur de la mer:
I see your face
But I can’t help you there.
The rats in the hallway
Will show you the way out.
Keep them down below,
An iron gate holds – their doom is foretold.
“I need your help…wait!...Hello?”
I’m sorry there’s just no more room to behold.
“For God’s sake man -
There are women and children down here!”
En la Coeur de la mer
I look to you
And give forth my fears.
All the strength and wisdom
I had always counted upon in life
Will not save me this night.
And all my wealth will not bring me
To the front of this line.
All the grandeur of my time will be left behind –
The others are mostly gone:
Here…I’ll play you a final tune,
For the dead are walking
And I am amongst you.
Seigneur
Merci de ta croyance
Merci de ta guidance
Confiance en soi
Mon coeur me parle de toi
Ta beauté
Ton coeur de charité
Bien aimé
Tu as contruit le coeur à tes meubles
Nous sommes ton peuple
Approach, slow, steady, a padlock chained gate
Stand still, calm, resolute, you might be let in
Proceed, easy, savor, it was worth the wait
Breathe in, breathe out, fragrant air of the garden
The sacred space of her heart, tended by fate
Light shines, illuminates, bounces off the skin
Dazzled, awe, how long did this take to form
Cultivated by all pain, love, and storm
Look, left, different flowers, each with a name
Closer, see, a rose, pink, gentle and sweet
And then, an aster, pale, wild and untamed
Moreover, a pansy, vibrant, bittersweet
But mixed in with the flowers, see bindweed, bane
Look, right, a plot, seems to have a planted seed
A closer look, your name, it’s just as well
The plant, a mystery, that fate will tell
A blind lion is still dangerous.
A toothless lion still strong.
A declawed lion still magnificent.
An imprisoned heart
by no means caged.
A King dethroned remains royal.
It is ignoble to imagine
a crippled life to be anything other
than the radiant spirit
of freedom.
mon amour
poursuis tes rêves
il n’y a pas de temps à perdre
rejette toute trace d’énergie négative
piètre pluie sur le dos d’un canard
la vie est si courte
Translated from my poem WITH ALL YOUR HEART
AP: Honorable Mention 2021