Best Mon Poems

He rides laughter like he owns it
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Mon chevalier galant
who uses music for shield
pen for glaive

Who writes warmth
through cold white days
and sometimes silence

He'll walk...

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now ...

dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx pierce
me like the keen edge of a scalpel,
deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and...

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There is a poem in my heart,
that beats in different dialects.

Da ist ein Gedicht in meinem Herzen,
which flows freely through my veins.

Il y à un...

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Starbright

As I gaze into indigo skies,
Stars are brighter tonight,
Twinkling in the darkness 
Of a new moon.
Orion's belt enchants 
My impassioned heart
As my thoughts of you...

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Translation below (in progress)


Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace


J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon...

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Under a blue moon

He becomes my dream

A secret uncloaked

Emotion unveiled

A mystery revealed

Existence of warmth

between my subconscious

and implicit knowledge

..And it is there

`Neath the soft spot 

of...

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Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of...

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Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of...

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I gaze at those fireflies in
your butter-sweet eyes that shine,
succulent with white lush pulp
of love's purity,

you hue my wildflower heart
with hyacinth, as we twirl
like spring-shaded...

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Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?

Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex,...

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There is a wind ,  which sketched,
Without my knowledge,  the message;

Autumn had lying words,
On my page.

It was by way of red leaves,
The bird...

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Dieu, dieu, preterite mon esperer;
Dieu, dieu, preterite mon esperer;
My God gives me hope;
When all things seem to fail;
My God, my God today…

Out to the wiles...

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Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to...

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Falling riffs like spangled gold,
And sounding drums seem to explode
A surge of tapping, dancing feet,
The piano’s notes, mon coeur entreat.
Cherie amour the air is ''sweet'',...

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With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby 
in my arms asleep.
Your Father,...

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