Best Cyrano Poems
Let me speak of great love:
"Love!" no consonant can procure--
No vowel can lyrically form
Into lips and eyes so fair,
Dare I use the word divine
When proclaiming mine?
Yes! My love is all of these--
And adjectives numerous more
Than leaves,
And flakes it takes to white
The vast countryside,
And stars one counts when ribbons
Of stars unfold and
The dazzle of the heart cries
Out: "No other will do, no beat
Of life will pursue unless
There is you!"
I breathe a whisper love
Then shout,
My love exploding out--
Comes forth, such amorous rage--
Beyond poems,
A heart poured out
Running off page:
Not as buds--slowly, eloquently define,
Or as grapes aromatically refine,
But as stormy sea
Rushes to shore
My love thrust is this
And more…
No--my love has no face--
For this is not her grace--
A body such as she
Yet have I to find
For all are in my mind--
For all reveal some special way
What alone a throbbing heart
Can say--
What alone heaven
Has yet to share,
What alone
Mortal hearts have yet to bare--
For such love as this
If for others I would deem
One must never have
But always dream….
Categories:
cyrano, allegory, allusion, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
“Reverse Cyrano”
Reverse Cyrano
new wave poetry
straddles the ruins
milked
with two sugars
dark Tea dreams
red leaves laquer
the vain roadmaps
that stain the ingrained
with pommegranate poetry
the bejewelled heart
sweet and tart
and thick
skinned
sliced and skewered
each granate
a sparkling
hidden gem
within the ruby
words written
riding astride those worlds
like wolves
in those comforting
dicomforting whispering woods
for Cyrano reversed
so easily contracted
a hidden god and a poet
that lost lovers
may find submerged
in disoriented time adrift,
eyes open-wide undestracted,
the ravenous misunderstood unmissed.
Candide Diderot ‘25
Categories:
cyrano, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Pinocchio politicians
got long nose ambitions
Pirate patch parrot thoughts
in the bosom
keel dereliction decisions
Gender gypsy tramps bought,
paid horizontal submission
Whore whispers being said
Global security is premature burial
on a bald eagle spread bed ...
squirting liquid lies: moo white noise emission
Face paste looks like a Cyrano rinse condition
Gator tears shaking
from a dirty tongue megaphone
Broken spit vows
gutter belly creeping back home
One less bell to answer:
no hearing mo’ tales of wives wronged
Lewd lute lips playing lover musical chairs,
one less sitter —
drunk odious woman fallen down the stairs
Fake profit fiddlers
are mannequin pocket piddling
and double-talk diddling ,
Nero nay palms are starting grease fires
in the negotiating kitchen
Nuclear smoke alarm
on a chirping tweet oral fixation
Fat kick-back Russian roulette fumes ...
it smells like a Cyrano situation
Where’s the ladder and the fire hose,
why ain’t the rubber moving on the road?
Guess you gotta trust the crafty Fahrenheit ones,
with the shortest mercury brown nose
Categories:
cyrano, allegory, parody, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Burlesque
"So Cyrano", I asked, so many years ago.
"Do you miss your love on these darkest nights?"
We were passing time during a battle's lull.
I, had long known his most secret thoughts,
although in the dark I could not see his face
I could feel the pain that I knew was there.
Pain twin to mine, but longer in time and space.
Asking only because I too missed a loved one here.
The answer came as from a roiling cauldron.
"I know who I am and how I am seen by others.
I know this world's values and on me it would frown
to see my ugly visage next to one who gathers
the world's virtues around her. I work, I battle, great things I plan
in vain hope to change the man I am." We all have our Roxanne.
Categories:
cyrano, allegory, introspection, love, time,
Form:
Sonnet
Oh c*nt, you dick
It is so nice to talk like Cyrano and be polite
Towards the goals of love. To fight
No more. To write quite lovesick
On the topic in a way most delicate, refined
And win a heart not by title nor by cash
Instead by art, to be quite dignified about the flesh
A master of the body and the mind
If we are prostitutes, then let it be, of a most Godly Muse
"You whore", you may accuse:
"Of the divine, of the less earthly matters"
When I kiss in love letters
It goes to show
By sublimation, the reality of Love I know
Categories:
cyrano, art, love, muse,
Form:
Sonnet
Oh Cyrano, dear Cyrano
Monsieur, de Bergerac
Your nose was big, yes really big
Immense, “la tabernac”
You stuck it in, a love affair
And wrote, Roxanne some prose
She fell for it, to the extent
That then, she Christian chose
All those years, you pined for her
And wrote Christian, some more
But in the end, it wasn’t him
But the letters, she’d adore
So you were left, without her love
As if, it was to be
And it’s your prose, which did you in
How stupid, could you be
Before Roxanne, realized you lied
A log, did hit your head
You sadly came, to your demise
And your love, remained unsaid
And so, the moral of your story
Now, comes sadly to its close
Remember to be careful
Where you stick, your big fat nose
BOEMS by JA 74
Categories:
cyrano, heartbreak, humor, lost love,
Form:
Narrative
Cyrano de Bergerac
entered a race
not fleet of foot
but hoping to place
tho' quick off the mark
the competition so tough
kept him on his toes
when the going got rough
yet setting the pace
he won by a nose...
the schnozz on his face
With apologies to Edmond Rostand (1868 – 1918)
Categories:
cyrano, fun, humorous, race, silly,
Form:
Rhyme