Best Parle Poems

POTD 27 Sept 2023

~LOVE SAID ~
"Go find her, set her free."

In my search, I found an array of colourful petals,
An abundance of aromatic aromas.

Each one, I hydrated with my blood and tears,
But each one pricked me with their thorns.

Fatigued ~ pondering an end to my...

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"Red Door"

love opens not 
like a red rose,
it caresses you
slowly,
entices you in 
holds you 
hard and fast, 
like a scarlet poppy 
opium sweet 
inviting, promising 
till death do us part,
the elusive everlasting



L'amour est enfant de Bohême
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi
Si tu ne m'aimes...

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Note: This is not a poem, just a riddle :)


Pour Juliette Girardot

Si vous me donnez 1000 essaie
Si vous me donnez 1000 valses
La réponse que je donnerai
Ca sera toujours la même
J’ai besoin mais une seule essaie!
Jacques Brel

La chanson "La Valse a mille temps"

Je pense qu'il n'y...

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Doth thou Parle the night's
                   Vastidity?
       Wouldst be thine haver of thy
Uneyed, thought-sickness strewn umoving
      ...

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in all it's utter wonderment
i under imaginary pretence
a nocturnal creature stalking images
of the one my readings have made

but prosperity is her blessing
and princess clothings are her dressings
making her far above poor me

my prayer was for conformanity
but so far it was for naught
constant prayers God forgot
yet...

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A man
Who does not know how to listen
The birds,
is a lost man,

He is not master
Of his thoughts,
He is not master
of his life,

A man
Who does not know how to listen
Birds, 
Does not know how to listen to his wife,

A man so made
who don’t listen to birds,
Does...

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J'apprends le français en ce moment
parce que j'ai l'intention de voyager à Paris.
Je ne parle pas couramment le français.
J'ai découvert Le Lac il y a quelques années.

Par un mariage
Du côté de ma mère,
nous sommes liés à l'écrivain français /
romancier Pascal Lainé.
Dentelle délicate,
une histoire d'Apple.

Je ne...

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I rep who I am cus I am everything 
thats in me 
U wouldnt understand dats y u cant 
understand me in sayin dat come 
correct when u talkin to me or 
expect aucun reponse quand tu 
parle a moi G .. I'm born in...

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« Parlez-vous bien le 
français, Lou ? — Je ne parle pas 
bien le français, Jacques. »


French-to-English translation:
"Do you speak French well, Lou?" "I do not speak French well, James."

Literally:
"Speak-you well (the)
French [language], Lou?" "I not speak not
well (the) French [language], James."

*Notice the added "space"...

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I need her,

Her lips that show up the blossoms,
so much I pinch her bottoms.

Her hair more soft than corn silk,
and her dark nipples leaking milk.

Her happy sport I am proud of,
she flies to score like a raptor.

Her keenness is studious,
I taught her to obliterate struthious.

Her...

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LES PAROLES DE MON
AME!


Il faut que je reste
fidèl à mon âme
Meme si que tu pense
autre chose à l’âme

J’aime
chanter,jouer,danser
avec ta voix !
J’ai besoin de ton
souffle pour
éclairer ma joie !

C’est simple pour
toi,pense à moi ;
Ici,c’est mon âme
qui parle avec toi :

“Il dit que j’adore
cette oiseau blanche
J’arrete a
palpiter,si...

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I once had a friend in College,
who was a young man named Fred.
He had a funny crazy habit,
of making certain utterances in French,
to pretty girls he hoped to conquer.
One day he met his match in a lady,
who disgraced him without intention.
On that day, he walked...

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It was a love that spoke for itself,
as natural as a poem
which grows in a flower
at the end of its rod.
without ever having confessed it,
I have never conjugated the verb to love.

Life goes like this:
we don't know if she goes ahead
or slips through our fingers:

The...

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Translation of the Elegy: On Marceline Desbordes-Valmore - À L'amour - Poem by Marcel Moreau Translated by T. Wignesan

Reprends de ce bouquet les trompeuses couleurs,      (Take back the dubious colours of this bouquet) 
Ces lettres qui font mon supplice, ...

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Au cœur de l’Afrique
Parlent les chutes d’eau
Comme les paroles de nos ancêtres.

Aux rythmes de nos tam-tam
T'els sont  les rythmes du songs,
Qui font chanter et danser la nature,

Aux pas de nos danses,
T'els sont les pas de danse de la nature
Qui font pousser les grains de...

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