Best Edith Piaf Poems

POTD 27 Sept 2023

~LOVE SAID ~
"Go find her, set her free."

In my search, I found an array of colourful petals,
An abundance of aromatic aromas.

Each one, I hydrated with my blood and tears,
But each one pricked me with their thorns.

Fatigued ~ pondering an end to my...

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Forty three years of marriage and still you make my heart beat strong 
I never wanted to be anything else but your wife and loving song 
Together we walked, jogged and trotted but most of all we danced,  
to the rhythm of our first...

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(INSPIRED IN PART BY A SONG BY THE GREAT FRENCH 'SOUL SINGER', EDITH PIAF)


Should we praise the chanteuse
who sang "I regret nothing"?
Was she a saint or a sociopath? 
Did she forget the peccadilloes,
the slights, the insults and harsh 
words we are so prone to?

I regret...

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Autumn Leaves/Les feuilles mortes de Jacques PREVERT (1900-77) 
Translated by T. Wignesan 

(Note: As far as I can make out, this poem is at the heart of all versions of « The Autumn Leaves " - 
Sung by Edith Piaf, Juliette Gréco, Yves Montand, Nat...

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Un peu piaf, rien de rien.
One makes memories, what do they mean?
Our small sparrow shall not fly again
when those notes fall on persons unseen.

Nothing for nothing, the time they spend
taking these steps, we can climb too tall.
In searching this earth to find one friend
much does...

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BRIDGES

There are those problematically  structured:
Garth Brooks had burning bridges “one by one”,
London’s was always falling down, ruptured,
Paul Simon over troubled water would “lay him down”.

But there are also excellent bridges in no peril:
Like those of  Madison County
Peopled tenderly by Eastwood Clint and Streep...

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For 'music to my pen' contest - (Poem about Edith Piaf with reference to the song ''no
regrets'' and her autobiography)

Sat up,
Listening to sparrow. 
Her every single word.
Loosing my memories.
Each night hoping, 
That I might,
One day remember. 
Rested head,
Did you hear her?
Each breathe a diamond. 
Roughly...

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i see your soul from another room
im trying to be with you but now its ruined
and now i cant acquire love 
since my sense is growing
im way to proud to show the slightest emotion

out at night calling
you cut off my oxygen
and ever since then i...

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Edith Piaf was a sparrow
Who ignored the "straight and narrow"
No pure white dove
She sang for love
Just as wild as Cupid's arrow...

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It was so long ago, the camera in my heart, 
had almost forgotten it and so~
Let this be a tribute to Roget and his gracious 
mother, the owners.....
A French bar, Le Montmartre,filled with well 
dressed and well mannered Europeans, mostly 
French, to which it was...

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Another summer
Summer is over the night arrives hastily 
it was a delicious season spent indoors
his cancer didn´t like to sun.
To sit there and dream of summer wine and dance
reading brochure of adventures in Thailand.
Once he travelled to Paris, walked the street
trying to get a whiff...

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Charles Aznavour and I

Once in Southgate, I bumped into him
I apologised, so did he, and we continued on our way.
Further down the street, I said to myself 
you touched a famous man, thought of running after
him telling I knew who he was, but since he...

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Edith Lived here 

Black & white photo
A house where
Edith Piaf lived
Casting a long shadow
On a summer street.
Blank windows
The house is unpainted
As always
Edith has gone
Her voice lives on 
She had no regrets....

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Sex Appeal

How do we know it ends?
Or....did we end it?
We declare ourselves no longer
pretty or handsome!
Think...Edith Piaf.
{ her bio is online}
Edith married a way younger
man.

She was a French chanteuse.
Hardly ugly nor her face the
color of chartreuse.
I think tis we who make our
sex appeal end.
No matter...

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The voice of Emilien

(A lone voice whispers)

I once met the King of all Darkness 
In France 

As we played poker for my soul 
In a burnt out house

While Edith Piaf sang 
La vie en rose 

On a tattered radio
With no power
He carried in his pocket...

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