Best Dominique Poems
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
do do do dominique
my sister always here for me
as my hair flying the wind
IMF's Dominique Strauss Kahn
Wanted a hotel suite bon-bon
This forceful hard sell
In New York's Sofitel
Is what all his borrowers chew on
Tensing, and about to move,
Clouds hover twisting with hoof,
Lingo parapentes this flush body:
Hurling shavings’ stop the prove.
A whale, psycho or streetlight:
Moss convenes the hefty truss,
Armoured spears fling to the bat,
Frozen in time to lure the buzz.
Naked! Bereft of pen and paper -
Paparazzi’s might slithers in dipole:
Collision kills this vapour, tribe, vibe;
The soul fraps, flapping a gold taper.
Whence is thy labour parapet -
Where are your stations and grain?
Why are solid requests paraphernalia?
When adjustments are fisture gain.
How you loath me - the self, soul:
Incanting verse and troth to fight;
Whilst proxy, spread, call, sound,
Legitimise oozing, sore canons - tight.
Butterflies come from caterpillars,
The human comes from trait, said dead,
Poesy loves grammatical technology,
And diversity clothes in personal thread.
O self, worldwide! How do you drift?
The miniature scoops cleaving the spirit:
Fine detail creates the abstract flint beside,
And structure charts float the pixel’s sift.
Dominique Webb
There's a little girl who loves to fly
Who became the youngest U.S. champion ever
By winning her first major competition
At only the age of thirteen
And then a year later
She won her second major title
Her name is Dominique Moceanu!
The first time I saw her perform
And do every jump, twist, or other moves that she does
My heart opened up and let her become my second sweetheart.
She's had an awesome career in gymnastics
That got started on December 18, 1991
And she's still young in the sport
So there's no telling how many medals she will win
If she can stay healthy and free of injury.
Just six weeks before the start of the Olympics
She suffered the worst injury of her young career
When she suffered a four-inch stress fracture
But that didn't keep her from competing
She helped lead Team USA to the gold medal.
I HATE A B WHO FRIENDLY IN YO FACE.
BUT WHEN YOU NOT AROUND THEY WANNA TALK DOWN & HATE
.
THEY MAD CAUSE THEY CANT TAKE YOUR PLACE.
CAUSE THERE'S ONE AND ONE REAL MRS. WILLIAMS THATS NOT FAKE.
DOMINIQUE IS THE B THIS DEDICATED TO.
AND IF SHE WANT SHE CAN GET OUT THERE AND DO WHAT SHE HAVE TO
DO.
SHE IS A TRUE HATING HOE THAT ALWAYS INTO SOMEBODYS MAN.
AND THE FAT DIRTY TRICK I CANT STAND.
DAVID IS MINE I THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW THE TRUTH.
HE CHOOSE KEISHA TO BE THE REAL MRS.WILLIAMS AND NOT YOU.
YOU MIGHT AS WELL MOVE ON WITH YO LIFE
.
CAUSE HE ALREADY HAS A WIFE.
YOU NEED TO WAKE UP OUT OF THIS DREAM.
CAUSE I WANT LET YOU MESS UP THIS GOOD COFEE AND CREAM.
IF YOU WANT DAVID LET'S MAKE A DEAL.
GET YO A BEAT AND YOU MIGHT HAVE HIM FOR REAL..
SIKE YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOINGTO GIVE UP SOMETHING SO GOOD .
B YOU WISH I WOULD .
JUST DO US BOTH A FAVOR HERE'S THA PLAN.
STAY THE F AWAY YOU DIRTY TRASH CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t believe Donald Trump should be impeached,
He’s brought light to the Presidency, a dynasty,
Of a long line of ‘born again’ believers, screeched,
Wiling government into a god-inspired fallacy.
Burocracy is not an heuristic term or value judgement -
It’s a rational roll of reasonable deliberations, business,
Mirroring the typical American citizen as sediment,
Which Mr Trump places, to his credit and best guess.
He’s not a force for power without love and freedom,
Stealing smiles from unlikely Democrats, Pub’s alike,
He gives the lesser the right to arbitrate and custom,
When climbing the hierarchy an eager workers’ hike.
He’s not killed five people, an individual’s sadness,
Another quinquennial would see America great again,
With Covid faced squarely and firmly by flatness,
Joe Biden will take it as efficient, practical and fain.
Let the people speak from the Representative’s House,
Not one view, but proffering all view’s to regulate,
Bold with speech, he’s turned the stiff upper clouse,
Into commerce’s flutter, so please give a vulgate.
Dominique Webb
The spine of a hedgehog,
The horn of a stag,
The teeth of an eel,
The dearth of a seal.
Inside us all, the killer whale,
Searching, fishing its bale;
Settling, cradling the loser,
In a bold, deluded red blazer.
Packing the great white,
Into cheeks’ thatched might,
Squid freezes the past time,
For one more near rhyme.
Avoiding the fiery apex,
Large seals call and flex,
Because our first thought,
Is the other I bought.
Dominique Webb
It’s amazing what a chat can do,
Pen, email, blog or video;
When relationality exists,
The problem does not persist.
You say here, I say there,
The ear saturates care;
With honour we dare on,
For care and share patreon.
Dominique Webb
Daisy, Dominique, and Juan
set out one morning for fun
They would run, jump and play
That's how they filled their day
Someone decided to grill out
Daisy had a powerful snout
They quickly ran over to the smell
Luckily, they spotted some food that fell
The day was winding down
They found some mud on the ground
They made it back to the pen just in time
Dinner was waiting of leftovers and slime
Today was prosperous and it was a blast
This is the life, they said with wit
There is no greater time to be a pig
On Christmas Day the meal sings,
The music lies wide open to call,
Sparks fly out from the fire place,
And Santa is here, present for all.
Too much is not enough or false,
The binge effaces the nativity,
Combine bacon with sausage tall,
Add cranberry to bread - clarity.
Up at 6.30am is not too early,
The holiday flies summer as twin,
Grins of greeting gesture the red,
With gifts appropriate to hotly fin.
Believing in happiness upon burl,
Exchanges stick through the year,
And what you’ve done is told,
As the heads round off in cheer.
Then outside the greenery greets,
As contrasted with snow or pave,
You say goodbye to the pleats,
By waving, already the inner flave.
Whether you want to know, story,
About religion, or not - is up to you:
Flick channels on the tele ancient,
Offering hymns or Santa Clause 2.
Dominique Webb
It’s sunny now,
It seems so cheery.
But, oh, inside
Is so so dreary.
The bell tower rings,
At quarter past one.
The bell ringers job
Is not done.
It rings for death,
It rings for disease,
It rings for time.
It rings for escapees.
The officials exclaim,
“Nothing’s wrong! Why do you ask?!”
His words are slurred.
He takes a swig from his flask.
Once you’re in,
You get swallowed.
You feel unsafe.
You’re being followed.
Please, please help.
I'm living in hell.
I hear a ring.
It’s from the bell!
My friends are dying,
I can barely speak.
These doctors don't care.
Dominique, Dominique.
Kindness-by Dominique Smith
Kindness thats what we have until we learn to speak, Kindness isnt a plan, its something we seek. The kindness we harness can be seen as weak but if you think that the kindness you have isnt a relief, Then you dont know the kindness I the world needs. Kindness shouldnt be something that needs to be threatened or held under siege. Kindness shouldn't be a reward for those who have been kind for those intrigued.
Kindness can paint a picture in the light that comes through a window that's has rain water on it. Kindness shouldn't be a shield for those afraid of being hit, Kindness shouldn't be a weapon for those who are lacking morals and values, kindness should be for those who dont need a halo, Kindness is something that can both be taught and natural, kindness can be stomped on and told its irrational, kindness isnt a grand gesture, kindness can be humble unknown without pressure. Kindness isnt financial or bribery, kindness is something irreparable. Kindness can be a liability, kindness can break and make family. Kindness can rewind the soul and kindness can make the shy bold. Kindness can't bring back the dead l, kindness cant just live in your head. Your kindness isnt just in your heart or in your eyes, Kindness can be written in the actions world wide.
Kindness cant be on this earth because greed and manipulation is the way to servive to some. But anyone who tells you kindness doesn't win in the end, well they are just plain wrong.
Happy New Year,
It’s time for cheer!
In with the new,
Out with the few.
Upon the steps,
Keep the schleps.
Do as you do,
Ask if you mu.
Select the quip,
To care equip.
Since us two,
I have a cue.
Thank you so,
NHS are beau.
Believe n’ mu,
Be the sew.
Science too,
Now we true.
Share the love,
Wear the shove.
Happy New Year,
No need to fear.
Dominique Webb
The Bells
The bells,
The gels.
All’s well,
I tell.
The swell,
Can fell.
Golden,
Bolden.
Mega,
Sound rah.
Jingling,
Jangling.
Hear joy,
Ahoy!
Ding dong,
Belong.
Fire warmth,
By stealth.
Dominique Webb