Best Le Poems

“dans le heure bleue"



My skin feels alive
when you are 
next to me
blood pulsing
from the core
of me
Root Chakra Red
My throat exposed
the Wolf now
lies next to me
in my warm bed
savage and smiling 
he is seen, he
smells of 
fresh crushed green
pine leaves 
lemon 
basil 
bergamot 
a heart blooming
with...

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you can't resist my skin
      let me fall into my
                              ...

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       ***Le Minuit Avec Vous***
           The Midnight With You


To have a sensual repast with thee,
Upon a midnight, beneath our beloved
Oakwood tree!
Whenst the world, not a sound doth make.
Just lovers lips heard, smacking of
heavenly, baked earthen cakes.

Goblets,...

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Ted was a professional farter
and at his windy recitals he’d boast
that could even toot Moonlight Sonata
If his wife fed him baked beans on toast!

There was an annual farting competition
Held in downtown Chicago, (the ‘Windy City’)
Ted had pre-loaded his guts for the mission
To lose his title...

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Grand silence of snow
Some say they can feel it in their big toe

Cold and raw northern wind blow
Every house and every fence will be white tomorrow

The winter Queen does everything so serene and quiet glow
This is my landscape here and now

A winter world of valuable...

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I cannot stress enough how much this stress is stressing me out 
Stresssssssssssss
Extra stress on the last S
Because it just became unbearable
Bearing depression and anxiety in his arms, shirt tucked and hair combed to the T
Mr. Education System waltzed into my life and
Introducing himself as...

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le château indésirable
(The undesirable Chateau )

I have no body
I am asleep
My head lies in a an old wooden box
My eyes are closed
The world is too cruel
A single tear rolls down my face
I am sad and I can fathom no reason why
Do all the dead babies...

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all movements sweep
              perpetual motion
   the moon swims towards me, then away
    we orbit this moment, nearer collision

         ...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No fancy gadgets,
just a jar of pencils newly cut.
The clatter
of a typewriter
haunts...

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stand where you want to
you'll be drawn in
picture yourself
choose a spot
the joy of life is to 
       undulate with freedom with others to 
              form poetic...

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Le Jardin De Ma Mere.


      A frayed straw hat protecting silvery grey,
      my mother got outside today!

      Yellow, green, and white, her garden daisies smiled happy and bright.
  ...

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I hear the whispers of past souls
That guide me through life’s
Wondrous garden of flowers.
Each flower has a unique 
And beautiful bloom.
I see how the fragile and 
Delicate injure easily and
Wither and die without protection.
I am amazed at the strength 
And endurance of the sturdy.
But most...

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--  Just a bit of silliness --

"Baissez le rideau, la farce est jouee..."
                          ---- Daumier

39 & 1/2 days had...

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Old Santa Claus is in the know now
he's changing with the times;
now, he speaks out against the GMO's 
saying toying with foods a crime.

Santa hungers for organic kale
turns his nose up at cookies.
He's tired, he said, of being a whale
and loves the extra nookie!

See, Mrs....

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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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