Best La Poems

Note:  In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a pianist to record a gentle piano ballad. Paul had composed this ballad as a tribute to his newborn second daughter...

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The very first time I saw you, you became a part of me. It was a priceless moment that I will never forget. A little Kitten that was everything that I wanted in my life. I remember taking you home and setting up your area,...

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What a lovely
goddess is
La Luna.
With the wiles 
of a woman,
she changes
again and again,
yet she continues
to rule the nights
steadfastly.
Like oceans' tides.
we beneath night skies
feel pulled by her
mysteriously.
You beguile us,
La Luna.
How many artists
have you inspired?
How many lovers
have been seduced
beneath your gaze?
Poets evermore
will praise 
your glowing grace.
...

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VIDEO DESCRIPTION

The ballad of a French artist who longs to paint the indescribable—the beautiful delicate, elusive hues of his sightless Lover’s eyes as he endeavours to describe them to her. Haunted by her eyes in the many hues of nature, he’s exasperated that his every...

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Die Scherben des Lebens lassen sich nicht kitten.  (German)

The shards of the life cannot be cemented.  (English)

Los fragmentos de la vida no se puede enmasillar.  (Spanish)

Les éclats de vie ne peu pas être à nouveau ensemble.  (French)

I frammenti di vita non...

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She sits perched, like a gorgeous gargoyle, upon the boulder
splotched with spots of mint chocolate ice cream moss - the wind tasting
her lovely locks as if it were spicy cinnamon straight off the tree.
It excites the senses (to put it frankly) watching her gaze
pierce the...

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The waves of the wake will shower
when daughters of the sea, shall arise
they meet the storm with important delivery
- the mermaid's egg

This birth is unique
The mermaids daughters of the Millennium
Soft under white foam and seaweed
among the many occurrences of the place
In melted silver and sparkling...

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Auf dunklem Wasser
Das Säuseln des Abendwinds
Mit kleinen Wellen

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On dark water
Murmur of evening winds
With tiny waves

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Sobre agua oscura
El susurro del viento 
Con pequeñas olas 



Note: To follow Haiku-rules, the Spanish version is different...

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C’est la vie, Billy!

   His cheeks a deep scarlet, 
     His jaw tightened in an eerie grin,
        He stands, rooted to the spot
         ...

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Là breith sona dhuit

My best kilt I wear so very proud
Me pipes are flowing of music loud
The glens and thistle I bring them to you
For tiss a special day, and lassie they few

W’ll turn ya foe into festive haggis
Burning witches with Scottish matches
W’ll sing and...

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Then, he knew why he must hew
old memories from marble- 
emotions quarried from heart's slew- 
Oblique fight with his faith's garble

Cut block unfolds Christ, enthroned
on mother's lap- death sleep supine...
Sculptor's concepts cast in stone,
art wrestles with thoughts divine.

And sorrow, stilled in her young face,
speaks truth...

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My France, My France
How I weep for you
these tears are not of joy,
for you have let the enemy in,
they brought disaster to your shores.

My France, My France
How I weep for you
The pain you must endure.
For all those dead have,
come to you under burdening
skies.

My France, My...

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VIVA LA ELVIS

In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born,
To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on.
They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts so full of pain,
And then came Elvis Aaron, a breath of sweet refrain.

One heart beating for the two, their spirits...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Constance La France, using some of her poem titles. This is, again,  inspired by the "Title Wave" contest that was sponsored by our Soup member Richard Lamoureux last year. Thank you Richard Lamoureux for...

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I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden windowsill of my topmost room at the rundown pension overlooking the harbour. Next to it, I place my well-thumbed copy...

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