Best Mots Poems
Local paper offered good quid
For the best pun penned and sent in
Davey sent in ten
Thinking one would win
Sadly for him, No Pun In Ten Did
I play with words like
Children play with Lego
I use different words as
My bricks. With commas
Dots and exclamation
Marks I put them together.
At my convenience I can
Disassemble and reassemble
them ad infinitum.
My words are like the sword of
The Samurai, the baton of
the conductor.
The words are my barrel of dynamite
Instead of breaking bridges, I break hearts.
Like the seasoned diplomat I know
Each word is a matter of life and death.
To put the words at the appropriate place is
the puzzle of the poet.
Instead of colours my Lego parts are
Languages . They are my Legos of clay
I mould them, bastardize, adopt
And change their meaning.
The words have their own souls
And their own meaning. It’s
On paper the words start to
Transcend- to live a life on their
Own.
The words like all things have
A soul, some words have to be
Handled with care, they have to be
Put in their context other words
Are like chameleons who change,
Transform, adapt with new circumstances.
Le jeux de mots have to be done carefully,
The words will put themselves in their place
If you give them the rhythm and their space.
But be aware to play with words is to play with fire
DES MOTS D’AMOUR ( W0RDS OF LOVE )
Pour mon Mari, (For my husband)
Voues ettes, mon cheri, mon amour
Mon l’homme que Je t’aime et je t’adore!
You are my dear, my love
My man I love you and I adore you
Votre femme" means "your wife" in French
Jennifer
words are not well today; starched
you ate them up like bread
in a box they slowly spoiled; parched
charnel house for the unsavory dead.
they’ve pickled long in quiet brine
meaning chokes; forms bind
brackish style and sly shade of lime
but not the wit once thought entwined
Yesterday, words were silkworms
crawling naked through town
Godiva white - stiff, gluey germs
but now
words have become unsettled and vague
no longer stuck like papier mache
but strewn out in bodies of an undying plague
most beautiful array
The words are not well today.
Powerful as a winter wind gust,
Pretty as a spring lily,
Warm as summer sun,
Fun as a fall leaf pile.
All encompassed in one person.
Flawed but beautiful.
I watch with admiration at the
Strong
Independent
Woman.
And I wonder to myself,
Whether I want to be her or be with her.
I force that tightness in my chest down.
Impossible.
They say to be anything you want,
But not this.
They would never accept this.
This would be inconceivable.
So the thought of inner peace fills my heart,
And I realize I am alone.
Whether I want to be her or with her is irrelevant,
Because neither will happen.
I dream of a day when I am loved.
When I live freely, in the open out of the cloud of despair.
The comfort of the cloud keeps me trapped
Once I leave, I cannot return, and I cannot stuff it back into a box.
But living under the cloud my whole life
Makes me cringe, cry, cower
I think it easier to love no one than to ever fall in love with the wrong one.
We are there walking on a beach,
Together like my grandma and I used to walk all those days ago when I was a little child.
As the sun hits her hair, I think how blessed I am to have found her.
The warm salty breeze blows her hair across her face, and I see her smile.
I feel the squeeze of her hand.
She is next to me. Now and forever. My love.
Fair, not at all.
Slowly torturing yourself. Exactly
Imagining futures that you have no business thinking about.
Imagining being loved while being too cowardly to show the world what you really are.
Putting yourself in the worst positions, for the sake of a stupid organ that has gotten you nowhere.
That stupid heart that skips too many times and more often than not you wish would stop beating altogether.
But when you’re alone and you look at her, you see something you shouldn’t, and you feel a connection that isn’t there.
That can’t be there. She doesn’t care for you. No matter how much you want those looks and stray touches to mean. They don’t. Nothing more than two friends. Guest, not date. Alone, not together.
SENTIR PEU?
SENTIR PEU!
SAY SENTIR PEU, TUPI FAIT?
NO, NO, SI SAY YE SETIR PEU: TUPI FAIT!
SO, SAY YE QUEIT?
NO SAY YE LOUD!
WHY SAY LOUD?
LAISSE MOI TAIMER
PARCE QU'IL N'A
PAS ATTEINT LE TOP DIX
QUELQUE DROI
CES CORNES ET CORDES!
SI FRUSTRE
ESSAYEZ ENCORE
COMBATTRE LE SENTIMENT
CELA POUR DE URAIES
FARNES DE CHANSON DE TRUCS.
SONS DE BASSE
CHANSON D'AMOUR
CONTRACTS FAIRE DE l'ARENT!
JE sAIS QUE
c'EST dROIT!
THEY SPOKE OF THE SONG
"NINETY THOUSAND OF IT!"