Best Gendarmes Poems

I was only twelve back then,
It seems like yesterday.
I suppose these terrifying memories I have,
Will never go away.

Gendarmes after Gendarmes,
Came to our town.
They took my oldest brothers,
And shot them to the ground.

My heart began to sink,
As my Mother screamed and cried.
She sat beside their bleeding...

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Christmas reaches for my very soul
With long and red and green desiring arms,
It cries, in the silent night of my savior’s love,
Before His last gift of fulfilled Psalms.

Christmas music rings down the highways,
Melodic, under a glorious moon,
And I treasure its daily company
Taking its joy from...

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THE RIVER OF NO RETURN
The Rue St. Germain is alone and still   
though cool is the night with a summer chill
the fog from the Seine comes right up the hill
and street lamps dance the whole night through.

Their halos aglow in the night time...

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There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good
Say hello to her mom every day,
Say hello to the nice weather vane,
Listen to the trains in the countryside,

There are things Gaëlle, that are so nice
Photograph the Statue of Liberty,
Caressing the cat on his white armchair,
Give a kiss...

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The birds understand us, it’s true,
They understand us better than men,
Observe the grey heron when it is afraid,
listen to the Robin
Who asks to play with you,
Go for the lint
She doesn’t want any wrong notes,
The birds understand us,
The thief has always known you,
She knows how far...

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Bill Haley sang Rock Around The Clock
In gay abandon back and forth kids did rock
Some lost their composure
Showed too much exposure
Gendarmes made them put on their socks

© Jack Ellison 2013...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - the foggy night
As dark a night that's hidden Paris streets
from prying eyes, fell on the city cold,
there came I to the setting fog, that greets
the cobble stones layed in the days of old.

With naught to fear from Gendarmes in the night,
I wandered...

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June 8, 2015 
five fabulous fun footles



'FOTTIE' RHYME IN TIME  ©

It stands---
Commands
All walls---
A stall

Maned floors---
Plus doors
Large pen---
Closed men

Blank cards---
Locked yards
High stakes---
High takes

Watch out---
About
Alarms--- 
Gendarmes

Lock up---- 
Cards cut
Sentenced---
Plans axed!...

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A young lady from old Bordeaux,
Was drinking wine with great gusto,
She was at a wine fair
When the police stopped her there,
The breathalyzer blew up with one blow.

The gendarmes wouldn't let her walk home,
So she called a soldier friend on the phone,
He arrived in a tank
As...

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Down in the bayou where the mangroves grow
There's talk of black voodoo, like Marie Leveau
The Swamp Witch, is legend, she has magic so black
That those who have seen her, have never come back
There's tales of the noises that come from the dark
Of werewolves and zombies...

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STELLA DIES
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.

The peaceful gloom, enveloped by a mist,
all black and gray and shades of morbid white,
accentuates...

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(Note: it is rare that I make drastic changes to anything I write, but a friend made some suggestions about changing my poem DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT, and I agree with her. Here is the change, I believe it makes a much stronger poem...and very...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - the foggy night
As dark a night that's hidden Paris streets
from prying eyes, fell on the city cold,
there came I to the setting fog, that greets
the cobble stones layed in the days of old.

With naught to fear from gendarmes in the night,
I wandered...

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(continueing the Monsieur L'Vampyre adventure)
   THE DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.

The peaceful gloom, enveloped by...

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DARKSTONE
FortySeven
Statistic
Several missing parts some scars beaten up and left for dead the mighty men 
have used the fists oh GOD when will eye get some rest walking walking looking 
looking searching for my hideaway my endless questing telling portenting 
changing my namme today.
Jesus tells me...

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