Best Passant Poems
"The Tudor Rose, The Lion and The Sceptre of Light"
God bless
The Queen
Shield of Tudor Rose
and Lion rampant
the 3 of Lionheart,
guardant passant
Unicorn and azure harp
rose and thistle stand
with shamrock, connected
wars and battles
conflicted, a home
not seamless,
stands firm, apart
sanctuary is never easy
when grief is the price
we pay for love
duty bound
for Love,
of Her dominion
and Her people
Lion and Lamb
above all others,
at all cost, to self
constant Her
selfless shield of duty,
brave royal heart
arms never folding
outstretched
open wide apart
dieu et mon droit
"God and my right"
before Life, it starts
God bless
The Queen,
a life long lived
walking towards
Her sovereign,
now in sight
calls to Her
as if She
were a child,
halo crown
sceptre of Light
The Lion passant
her mighty Sovereign,
King and Lord,
now in her sight
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Queen Elizabeth II
(b. 21.4.26 - d. 8.9.22, 96Yrs)
Categories:
passant, light, mother, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Hind the Red Deer
Along the river bank
on a sweltering day
there she was, shining in radiant beauty
lariviere quenched her thirst
her timid smile, gentle touch
personified kindness in tranquility
the desire of many men over time
for she was not one woman
she was a piece of history
re-incarnated many times over
you may have known her as Hind Al-Husseini
who cared for the children of the Nakba
passionate for the plight of all women
her history and roots she proudly expressed
with a museum of folklore, all impressed
Then there was Hind Shoufani
who learnt love from burnt villages
we are all tired, always though in the hearts
love falasteen
re-incarnated yet again
as Hind Rajab
an innocent child
like Jesus feared by evil
and those with power
shot this child over 300 times
sixty bullets for every year of her life
a gentle life stolen by the star of David
of course there was Rostom of the Nile
whose sensual moves so captured the eye
she remained a mystery to most
the humble and shy often do
passant hind at the rivers edge
red hair blowing in the breeze
sadness of the world, a suffocating heat
on the other side of the river
was it my imagination?
or did I see a small smile?
Categories:
passant, child, hate,
Form:
Free verse
Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 5 Homage to Humphrey Jennings by T. Wignesan
for Elaine Randell
à quoi sert le talent
si l’aire la mer et la terre
pollués les eaux coulent passant un peuple
qui n’a pas
l’intention de vivre
la-bas où la pelouse
est enlevée afin de libérer d’espace
pour un homme pour qu’il augmente
son espace pendant la période
de la guerre Les feus furent allumés
un travail par un homme dans une génération livrée
au loisir sans ressentir la culpabilité:
la façon qu’ils menèrent leur vie
c'est comme ça que la revolution
commence: la pollution alors
n'aviez pas d’origine
dans leur têtes:
ils se livraient à la peinture à la rame aux chansons
réalisaient des films pour le bureau central de la Poste:
une personne parmi eux entreprit une direction
en s’observant le geste
arrêté en mouvance arrêté
en se tournant sur lui même lequel devient un talent
des hommes et des femmes dans
l'aire la mer et la terre devenus
un gros danger pour la vie à cause des armes
l'exactitude contre l’exactitude
pour la survie voulue:
l’insanité arrive
avec la marée haute et basse
les ruisseaux qui coulent
loins à l’intérieur resistant
l'exploitation de cette grotesque
minérale conquise
la lune comme un homme
autrefois plongée dans des eaux
pour le choral blanc
dans des sables dorés
nageait dans une trance
le long d’un lit de la mer:
puis les hommes du parage
m'avait dit que cet endroit de la mer
fut choisi par les requins pour reproduire
venus d’autres lointaines mers
aux eaux peu profondes
où ils circulaient autour d’eux-même en amoureux:
à quoi bon
d'expérimenter ce frémissement
Involontaire
pendant qu’on fixe les yeux sur l’eau limpide:
ne pas penser
de soi-même
sans un besoin exigeant
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
passant, ocean, pollution, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Wayfarers meet
Timeshare briefly;
Agendas halt here
~~~~~~~~~
By this corner
Newspaper vendor laughs;
Service with a smile
~~~~~~~~~
By this pathway
A chance meeting;
Discourse en passant
~~~~~~~~~
Watch that madman
In easy sway;
So much to say
~~~~~~~~~
Sunday sums
Fifty years young;
Singapore's birthday
~~~~~~~~~
We think of you
With profound pride;
This awesome journey
~~~~~~~~~~
Today, the Padang
Pomp and fest colours;
Our Golden Jubilee
~~~~~~~~~~
Here for a while
Let us wear smiles;
Fling joy worthwhile
~~~~~~~~~
We learn
Bit by bit;
Fit each take
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 August 2015
Singapore
Categories:
passant, change,
Form:
Haiku
Singapore tryst
Old times bordering;
Restored trade regime
Old Chinatown alleys
Winding streets await;
Takeaway souvenirs
Buzzing bazaars
Colourful wares shout;
Attractions ply
Smith Street
Chinatown circuit;
Oriental stuff
Strange name
Telok Ayer Street?
Meaningful glimpses
This Chinese temple
Tourists assemble;
Photo snapshots
Old men playing
Chinese chess;
Stone table forum
Street vendors
Crafts and wares;
Brisk commotion
Somnolent sunset
After light drizzle;
Swamp of human faces
Lost in the crowd
Two tiny specks
Seeking ***** bargains
Tucked in a corner
This awkward shoppe;
Viagra and company
Loud music blasts
Accompany footsteps;
Curiosity in-transit
Sea of faces
Mini United Nations;
Cosmopolitan nuances
Old shop houses
Clusters of modern comforts;
Brisk eateries
Chinese medical tonics
Healthy equilibrium;
Discerning aphrodisiacs
Feel the pulse
Crowd en passant;
Curious eyes feast
Bumpy movement
Feet gravitate;
Looking and searching
So much to see
Discover again;
That long-lost find!
Leon Enriquez
15 Apr 2014
Singapore
Categories:
passant, heart,
Form:
Free verse
DELLA FRANCESCA
meticulous mystery
so picturesque
en passant
Categories:
passant, art, people,
Form:
Haiku
a Gaudier Brezeka tribute
momentary
fits of enthusiasm
great in promise
visible on the horizon
sanguine features
objects of stimulation
in a fine beautiful spirit
gentleness
with humour
in delicate movements
statues
sketches& a few
page on art
en passant
such shafts of light
faculty of sythesis
with a
faculty of comprehension
sculptured energy
life in the absolute
such intensity
of existence
in a petrified
semblance
such opulent maturity
yet
a fragmented
potential
into
a stasis
of defiance
free of influence
a sense of stone
in stylised shapes
in opulent curves
as assembled digest
unyielding in scope
a consumable scope
for restless inquisitions
now vaguely forgotten
shortened
by the strain of war
but
with
accomplished
ease
in a vortex forseen
Categories:
passant, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Their climate reigns
This is a land of fires
And more fires of late
Too late?
The heating earth is fuelled by gases
We keep on producing
And by we I mean them
The owners of oil
Force us to toil
For their gain
We do it again, and again
And consume their products
To get to work
And feed our families
And pay the rent
We cannot sleep in a tent
Yet their offerings leave us little
Other than crumbs from their table
And a bucket full of their spittle
The summer heat is coming quick
An anomaly says a government prick
And smiles that beam of dishonesty
While we protest
They begin to suppress us
And strap their vests
To flee
But they cannot escape their change
Only their climate reigns
John Passant 6 November 2019
Categories:
passant, family, fire, food, summer,
Form:
Blank verse
en passant {French} Meaning there-passer-by
your words float on water
of voyages
endless, ageless depth
cosmic rider
weaving a spell of words
dispels the wealth
of hidden jewels and
unleashes the maverick
of my mind drums the
beat mimic my heart
beats
cosmic slayer you are
the one that
traveled in time
upon my eyelashes
your meteor metered
words begin to rhyme
like well aged sage
and potpourri of garden
of Eden
endless galactic passion
swells in my lungs
as i breathe in
your syllables
my heart is chastised
for longing for more
of your shining depth
i am mesmerized as
words rip from your
heart and run across
my heart
the flame within your
soul is cool and
ember bright
bringing conjuring
warmth and visual
insight
i run through your
veins in search
of my memories
face
shadowed in
your nuance
and soulful
verses
bring me to
the heavens
to the feast
of
Orion...
in your
dirge of
words that
surge
the universe
that channels
me to your
en passant
voice poet
Categories:
passant, love, passion, words, heart,
Form:
Romanticism
se déplaçant lentement la tête
de la gauche vers la droite
que le ciel s'ouvre à la lumière night-club
avec le globe scintillant
avec les produits chimiques se précipiter dans les veines
elle ferme les yeux pour profiter de chaque seconde
également
elle oublie la journée de travail, elle oublie la capacité de
oublier ---
alors maintenant quelles sont ces fragments de fracturation?
ce sont ces nouvelles lumières dansent derrière le fermé
paupières?
ce qui est de cette étreinte chaleureuse merveilleux?
pourquoi est-ce interdit?
elle coule
plus que ce qu'elle ait jamais connu
elle éprouve de l'expérience et vibre sur son
grandiose, plus grand, plus grand, plus lumineux
qu'elle ait jamais connu et
ne voulant pas ces moments pour mettre fin à
ne voulant pas ces sons pour arrêter
en passant par son être même
les pompes de musique les pompes de musique
et les lumières faibles sauter
et les lumières faibles sauter
et les lumières faibles sauter
l'intérieur de la caverne comme
néon électro-moustiques
avec pas de place particulière à faire.
Categories:
passant, life,
Form:
Free verse
a Gaudier Brezeka tribute
momentary
fits of enthusiasm
great in promise
visible on the horizon
sanguine features
objects of stimulation
in a fine beautiful spirit
gentleness
with humour
in delicate movements
statues
sketches& a few
page on art
en passant
such shafts of light
faculty of sythesis
with a
faculty of comprehension
sculptured energy
life in the absolute
such intensity
of existence
in a petrified
semblance
such opulent maturity
yet
a fragmented
potential
into
a stasis
of defiance
free of influence
a sense of stone
in stylised shapes
in opulent curves
as assembled digest
unyielding in scope
a consumable scope
for restless inquisitions
now vaguely forgotten
shortened
by the strain of war
but
with
accomplished
ease
in a vortex forseen
Categories:
passant, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
a Gaudier Brezeka tribute
momentary
fits of enthusiasm
great in promise
visible on the horizon
sanguine features
objects of stimulation
in a fine beautiful spirit
gentleness
with humour
in delicate movements
statues
sketches& a few
page on art
en passant
such shafts of light
faculty of sythesis
with a
faculty of comprehension
sculptured energy
life in the absolute
such intensity
of existence
in a petrified
semblance
such opulent maturity
yet
a fragmented
potential
into
a stasis
of defiance
free of influence
a sense of stone
in stylised shapes
in opulent curves
as assembled digest
unyielding in scope
a consumable scope
for restless inquisitions
now vaguely forgotten
shortened
by the strain of war
but
with
accomplished
ease
in a vortex forseen
Categories:
passant, art, august,
Form:
Ekphrasis
I lost my queen,
And I just started.
My will to proceed,
Has departed!
I grab my hair,
And look at my knights...
I fear my defence will soon fall,
As my opponents bishops bring fright!
Perhaps some trickery,
And I will survive;
'En Passant!"
My pawn does drive!
Then there was a dance,
Between their king and their rook!
And a vocalized dart, 'checkmate!'...
Where sixty-four squares violently shook!!
3-September-2021
Categories:
passant, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Your mouth addicted my senses ...
I feel addicted to you ...
Your mouth feeds my instincts ...
I feel poisoned by it ...
Your dream mouth, dream ...
I dream of holding you to my delirium,
to further inoculate me desires...
t's insane...
If your mouth were mine alone,
it would be at the same time
and en passant, my perdition
and my cure
Categories:
passant, allegory, allusion, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Knight to Queen’s Bishop three.
Knight to King’s Bishop six.
A long, thoughtful pause
Then a bloody melee
With all the usual pawns
Being slaughtered en passant.
The players consent to chop wood
Till Black strikes with his Rook
And thrusts an Arabian Mate
Past the Pale Queen’s tenderloin
Once her King had abandoned his castle
And found he’d gained no compensation.
Sleepers awake from baroque contemplations
Plucking G strings to a whiter shade
Of whatever fair Caïssa
Chooses to wear the day she weds.
It’s the way the game is played.
Categories:
passant, allegory, war,
Form:
Blank verse