Best Est Poems

(Inspired by the genius of Ms. Norey Bailey. Please check her out )

Soulful sista
Strolling in her full spirited stride
Just couldn't hide
From my heart's searching eye's
that I swore I
wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more
Until that particular half second
I wanted...

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Post coitum omne animal triste est, 

             sive gallus et mulier*

 

Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost

   Will stomach slander from Latin master;

But who will stand aside and let...

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A little piece of France has passed
	away
The heavens for sure now have some gall
	with smiles and all
If you no longer exist, then neither do I
	longing for times long ago
Your smile captured hearts and souls
	when life was more simple
Now I drink le beau dommage
	c'est la vie
Her...

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Mon raison d'être
Your face is more beautiful than the Eiffel Tower at sunrise
Our amour seemed real, n’est-ce pas?

When I first saw you, I sensed déjà vu
Your Mona Lisa smile made me wonder
Is she a femme fatale?

But when you kicked my shins, 
I knew that I...

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His eyes full of love,
Embraces the man asking him:
Quod Est Veritas?...

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c'est comme ça qu'il m'a dit

écris exactement 
comme je te conseille
haut et fort
clairement
que même le vent le comprenne
souffleur fou
qui dit la parole
quand il la dit
et laisse la terre livrée à elle-même
qu’elle tremble
en entendant tes paroles
c’est bon signe
que tu t’es fait obéir 



traducere de: Angela Mamier...

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"Just take this chalk," (so went his talk, 
to servants sent before): 
"And do not balk. When you uncork 
good liquor, mark the door." 

This way, the churchman planned to pass, 
when pausing for a rest, 
fun nights in vino veritas, 
partaking of the best....

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Veil of snow impeding my desire,
I trudge in spite of you;
I trudge because of you,
my legs knee deep in ice.

Frigid wind conspiring to obstruct my path,
I trudge despite you,
I travel through you
and my body heat will survive you.

Hopelessly wandering the barren ice,
seeking a reprise.
I am...

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For most, 'foremost' 
is an nth degree.

But at most, I'm me.

But me?  I'm for '-est.'
I am forest....

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Ce n’est rien

Le jour que commence avec la pluie
Ce n’est rien

La nuit qui commence avec bougies
Ce n’est rien

La pluie tue tous les espoirs de la bougie, mais
Ce n’est rien

Mon amour aussi
Ce n’est rien

L'amour n'existe pas ici
La vie existe seulement comme un cadeau pour le mort

La...

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Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been making his quiet ways around the provinces in Pas-de-Calais and...

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You will not often find me 
In amongst the fold
Being chased from the pen
Wherein your treasure lies 
I will not clothe myself in sheep
I cannot be but that which I am

lone 
I am wolf

If we are inclined to meat
I will grant what is yours
But choose...

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(The Italian wine "Est! Est! Est!" got its
curious name because 900 years ago a
German bishop liked it so much, he
drank himself to death.)

Those bishop guys in days gone by 
were deep and subtle thinkers. 
They knew their scripture -- and no lie - 
were quite...

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It’s like all the sudden something said "OK Ingrid, now it is time to write again"
So here we are… we two 
….you and I swimming amongst these circles and squares...these dashes,darts and dots
jumps...stoppings and startings...periods and lack there of  
...of course
So...It begins now
but then...

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Jacta Alea Est

By Gary L Thomas 



A box with six sides 
And pips on each 
Taunts me to action 
Don't want to crap-out now. 
\But it's way too late for ponderance. 
The bottle's been uncorked 
The brew lies in my belly beaming: 
Gotcha' again....

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