Best Piers Poems
Used to live in
Strasbourg:
9, Quai de Paris.
The piers in that
city
Were on canals.
Window flower boxes
On Alsatian cafes,
Choucroute garnie
entres
With onion tartes.
Venders sell hot
chestnuts
In Orangerie park.
I'd sight-see after
dark
La Petite France.
Notes: Choucroute
garnie is sauerkraut
slow cooked with
Riesling white wine,
potatoes, ham,
sausages, and
cloves. Tarte a
l’oignon is also an
Alsatian specialty.
La Petite France is
the canal district
that had many
tanneries which now
are tourist shops
and high-end
restaurants
May sunshine and scattered showers
Countdown days and sleepless hours
Village maidens creep from their bowers
Meet amongst the meadow flowers
In a circle they skip and dance
Whilst chanting their love one's name
Enticing as moths to a flame
Each to another and all the same
Jethro, Saul, Piers and Lance.
As storm clouds darkened the blue sky
Each maiden emitted a sigh
Happily with vocals on high
hurried home, to wait bye and bye
Fair Suzette wished to be Piers wife
He waited for the day's sunset
to spread it's golden riverlet
For Piers was in love with Suzette
Dame Fortune had smiled on his life
Piers was due an inheritance
Came by way of a recompense
Family feuds were once intense
Thankfully all now make good sense
The moon lightened his way ahead
He walked then rested for awhile
Reading her note he did smile
Then hurried on over the style
Spurred on by love he quickly tread
Bleating sheep barring his way along
Moved aside as he sang love song
Twas her his heart did belong
He hoped her heart was just as strong
Thoughts of meeting made his heart thud
To rendevous she had agreed
The marshy fen and the tall green reed
Bogged down his progress to impede
He soldiered on caked in the mud
As overhead storm clouds passed
Sinking, helpless, he stared aghast
ankles, then knees he was stuck fast
Frantic, his eyes about him cast
Wind caught words blown far away
Then came a glowing lantern flame
Wending a pathway to her swain
For her his fear he overcame
He lowered his head and then did pray
He heard wild ponies stampeding
Then towards Piers they then did swing
He searched his pockets for some string
Lassoing one did upwards spring
Oh joy he thought my lucky day.
He gained control with frantic haste
Then across the fen he did race
To lift Suzette to his embrace.
They married and named their child May
Heaven send your showmanship,
Brave steps creaking along this pier,
Rotting and unwieldly,
Get to the edge with the sun above your dreams
And throw your sword into the sea.
Inhale with angel steadiness the peace of loss.
Retreat or sit-down.
Crash through the fishy wood,
Or find the widest intersection.
Allow your pain the power to change street lights.
Shun brownies, burgers, and benevolence,
Or embrace all three in the soul's inner twilight;
Your haloed love of the fight.
Your shading shifting energy is indomitable.
You, the ordinary, setting the scene for your world,
Smoldering with fiery sentiments,
Taking names, and burning them into your heart.
seagulls looked for garbled shreds,
scouring up after stray throngs
signs creak to swing of ocean
conducting to the depressed pranksters.
Written: March 6, 2022
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