Best Remy Poems
A restaurant on a beautiful island for kids
Remy from ratatouille is the chef of my restaurant
An expert in making boundless perfect blends
Cute kids can urge him anything they want
Seven dwarfs from snow white are the servers
Spider man and bat man will join them in occasions
They organise games to entertain the customers
I also hired some of the Disney princesses
Cindrella,Rapunzel,Snow white,Jasmine,
Aurora,Belle,Milan,Ariel and her sisters
Sing,dance and eat with the children.
Kids can also swing in Rapunzel's hair
Menu contains the healthy food of all nations
Since it is only for kids,I named it as Angels Inn
The best part is,I don't charge any fees
But I certainly need hugs and kisses
Categories:
remy, child, imagery, kid, ,
Form:
Rhyme
LET'S CHARTER A YACHT AND GO WHERE IT'S HOT
AND PEOPLE ARE NOT IN THE WAY
WE'LL START OFF IN GREECE WITH CHAMPAGNE AND CASIS
THEN SAIL UP TO NICE, ST. TROPEZ
AND IF MISTRAL SHOULD BLOW WE'LL JUST GO BELOW
AND DO WHAT'S APPROPOS BELOW DECK
THEN DINGHY ASHORE OR WINDSURF SOME MORE
MAYBE SCUBA TILL FOUR ON A WRECK
WE'LL SINK WITH THE SUN INTO AFT CABIN FUN
HAVE DINNER AT ONE NEATH THE STARS
THE HAMMOCK IS NICE WITH BAILEYS ON ICE
WILL A REMY SUFFICE? IS THAT MARS?
HIT THE DISCOS AT TWO WITH THE CAPTAIN AND CREW
AND DO SHOTS, LOCAL BREW, THEN WE'LL DANCE
AND SWEAT CHEEK TO CHEEK TILL THE SUN TAKES A PEAK
AND SLEEP LAYS US DOWN IN IT'S TRANCE
MALTA, IBIZA, MAJORCA, MINORCA
CUETA, CUBRERA, FORMENTERA
LET'S RISE ABOUT NOON IF THAT'S NOT TOO SOON
SOMETHING SOFT, CLAIRE DE LUNE, THEN A BATH
WE'LL GET SKIN TO SKIN, BUBBLES UP TO OUR CHIN
WITH A PERMANENT GRIN, WHAT A LAUGH
THEN AFTER WE'RE FED WITH MIMOSAS IN BED
AND A TOAST TO THE MED UDERWAY
IT'S TIME I BELIEVE TO HAVE YOU CONCIEVE
ON AN ISLAND THAT ENDS IN AN A
MALTA, IBIZA, MAJORCA, MINORCA
CUETA, CUBRERA, FORMENTERA
SHOULD IT BE A BORE, A MEDITERREAN SHORE
AND WE DON'T FEEL LIKE MORE OF THE SAME
WE'LL HAVE TO TAKE HEART AND FLY TO ST. BARTS
AND PLAY THE CARIBBEAN GAME
BARBUDA, ANTIGUA, SABA, ANGUILLA
ST. LUCIA, CULEBRA, DOMINICA
GRENADA, TORTOLLA, ESPANIOLA
CUBA CULEBRA ANGUILLA
LETS CHARTER A YACHT AND GO WHERE IT'S HOT
AND PEOPLE ARE NOT IN THE WAY
CAUSE IT'S TIME I BELIEVE TO HAVE YOU CONCIEVE
ON AN ISLAND THAT ENDS IN AN A
Categories:
remy, beach, fun, love, romantic,
Form:
Lyric
Bottles
Pass me another bottle to pour down my sorrow,
My love I wrote you poem of me being drunk in morning tomorrow,
I love the poison poisoning my mind to come up with slick rhymes,
So pass a blunt I'll roll one tonight,
Getting fading as I puff puff pass here the lighter might,
Lose myself in the time I have,
Not at a club more like backyard with a bonfire,
As my lungs fill in exhale as we get higher,
Please let the Remy Scotch Bacardi kick in,
You'll see how inspire I be,
For my words curse you out at sea,
A sea of grief of a thief stealing my heart would be,
A hole in the chest am I a mess?
Dealing with stress so blast the music to the police come arrive,
Wait they cant private property as you probably will see,
A Jello shot is the best.
My love I'll have a swimming pools of liquor like Kendrick stated,
As you hated the way I dive in,
Born sinner you brought to your family dinner,
As I see you in a faded vision I can barely be.
So pass me an other bottle to the point I have bottles on bottles to where the European models,
I drink my sorrow,
Wait.... I forgot what I was saying---
Until the arrow that hit my heart burn,
To the ashes that our bridge is apparently appear apart,
You try to find me well turn in the darkest forests of Alice in wonderland,
Where I'll be where the wild things are,
As you stare at my life in a spiral,
LSD for I forgot about theses so pass me vodka,
Ten shot to you ten shots to me.
Written: 10/14/15
Categories:
remy, addiction, drink, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
I was born from infernal hell
I'm the Cajun King
I was born from infernal hell
A land full of life and festivity
Bring me to your Mississippi Queen
She holds justice in the palm of her hands
Wielding her attomica taking no ****
Her blue eyes vicious and cold, never dull
Courtship in the swamp, drinking white lightning
Fireflies light up the night
Nature sings their song with brewin' moonshine
Dancing from dusk till dawn
The heat of lovers flailing in amatory
Just like Remy and Rogue
For this moment she lets herself delicate, fragile, and equal
She sets me on fire, feeling the summer breeze
Dressed in sumptuous charm
I feel her in my arms
Have a taste from the kiss of spice
Feeling like I'm in her tune of limbo
Burning Mon Cheri
It hard to resist my Chere
Inferna pyromantic ways ignite what's inside
Saying the words I longed to hear
So once again I pinch, bite, suck, lick, and sear her love
Swirling quickly to the offering of jollity
A moment of serene
Cajun King and Mississippi Queen
Categories:
remy, desire, lust, romance, sweet
Form:
Free verse
Partisanship
Is a towering ship
Complete with a hoisted flag,
Not a flying, dying rag
Her height chasing Heaven,
Her crew certain that she is a haven;
The Civil Service only
To not on her embark,
To keep acting the Lonely
And it keep avoiding like a starving shark…
For civil servants could hundreds of things spoil
And as Partisans, free elections foil;
By this vessel robbed of Impartiality
And by it drained of Neutrality!
Partisanship
Is further a contemptible illness:
A crazy political worship
Of one with your own very weakness;
On the presiding seat
To sometimes ignite a worse heat!
And I reckon, Partisanship
Is a determined focusing flea:
To oppressors signaling their invisible hanging tree
And therefore every breakfast should include a nervous tea!
A conquering army
Easily making barmy,
When detect it couldn’t the Rebelling Enemy
And had to reschedule a victory’s celebration with St. Remy;
Now and then stomaching invisible bullets
Faultlessly dropping their men like pullets.
Categories:
remy, devotion, emotions, political, power,
Form:
Rhyme
In the brackish water of a tideland flat
A delicious creature grows up and gets fat
Louisiana Brown shrimp is its name
Their excellent flavor has brought them fame
They call them Brownies and they’re caught by net
My first time shrimping, I’ll never forget
My friend Remy was of Cajun decent
And he was my mentor for this event
Sportsman’s Shrimping License, you need to get
That allows using a sixteen foot net
Took Remy’s fourteen foot flat bottomed boat
And his shrimping gear, nothing else of note
We checked out the net as we headed south
Exactly sixteen foot wide at the mouth
Where spreader boards attach to keep it wide
The purse at the bottom is neatly tied
Shrimping in the tide water flats that day
About one half hour we dragged that sleigh
Remy said, “Now be time to check da purse”
No shrimp, no crabs, just junk; couldn’t be worse
“Don’t worry Ami”, Remy said to me
“Things be good when da tide changes, you’ll see”
“ I gonna show to you my secret spot”
“You gonna see shrimping when it be hot”
Remy motored around till I was lost
He’ll get us back out, had my fingers crossed
He made sure I couldn’t find my way back
He should have just put my head in a sack
Then I said, “Remy, stop running around!”
I’ll never find you secret shrimping ground"
With a big Cajun grin from ear to ear
“Be no more running Ami, we be here”
The tide was just starting to go out fast
Spots that were water were becoming grass
With the boat in the mouth of the deepest cut
“Get da net out now, don’t sit on da butt”
The motor was set so we stayed in place
Then easy to see what was Remy’s ace
The shrimp that were carried out by the tide
Went in the net, there was no way to hide
Looked back at Remy and he smiled at me
“This be da shrimping, what you come to see”
We just sat and talked as shrimp filled the purse
The net was so full it would almost burst
We kept catching shrimp till the tide slowed down
Then stowed all the gear and headed to town
Never saw shrimping that could equal that
Too my friend Remy, I take off my hat!
Categories:
remy, adventure, water, friend, time,
Form:
Quintain (English)
If it was not for¡¦
Beyonce Irreplaceable, I would not have put his bags out and told him he must
not know about me! Because if it was not¡¯t for Destiny¡¯s Child, I would not be
asking him was She the reason he start acting funny
He was telling me I was tripping and like Gucci Gucci I told him B.... I Might Be¡¦
Therefore, like Keyshia Cole I had to Let Him Go!
Every since I let him go¡¦like my inspiration You Couldn¡¯t Tell Me Nothing and I
was hitting the clubs Bottle Poppin¡¦Sh!t I was Remy Ma cuz I was FRESH 2
Death¡¦
Therefore, for him and my haters I told yal I was gon 2 bump like this¡¦
If you ever felt like this in the words of my Idol Keyshia, I¡¯m Just Like YOU¡¦.
Part 2
I am so glad that I found my Angel listening to Bobby V¡¦. I felt like Lil Wayne when
you told me I can be you judge¡¦So Nasty wit it!
Sometimes I feel like Alicia, I wish that we could be together more to cherish our
time and you can hug me as if You will never see me again...
In the words of Mary J, we will be Just fine, because you taught me you are just
like Mario and you are Crying out for me while listening to my heart
I am so glad that you CC all those other girls around town and You choose me 3
stacks¡¦.
So now, we can make love in the Mirror like Neyo¡¦If anything goes wrong we can
Make it like is was like Pretty Ricky.
In the end like Avant and Keke theirs nothing in the world I would not do for you
boy¡¦Good thing I listened to Lloyd and opened up my eyes and seen that you are
they One for me. Therefore, I am going to take Ciara¡¯s advice and Promise that
I will never ever hurt you¡¦because you are My Boo.
So I will flash my Promise Ring everywhere I go¡¦Damn I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU!
Part 3
Can you really Put it Down like T-Pain, and get it Poppin with our Nasty Grind¡¦
Just Say It! You are Addicted to Sex like Neyo¡¦
Just because you are such a Seduction¡¦.I Can¡¯t Leave you Alone¡¦
Like Plies I am happy to be yo Shawty¡¦even tho you told me once you put it down
I was gone be stuck¡¦
I am Sorry, so therefore you can put the Blame On Me...
As, Pretty Ricky would say I want you to Stay a little bit longer
Because I am going to Suffocate without you¡¦cuz, you know exactly How I like it
So go back and tell yo friends that you chick said hello cuz I know THEY KNOW¡¦.
¢¾ Mz.Liscious
12/18/2007
Categories:
remy, art, happiness, life, love,
Form:
Van Gogh
1893- 1890
a Dutch artist
painted Iris (in oils) in 1890
during his self-imposed stay at the asylum
of Saint-Remy
he would venture into the overgrown garden
seeking equilibrium and solace
and this is where he found the wild Iris growing
he carefully drew the sword like leaves
around the shaft and stem
using a soft green color
then, he outlined them with a fluid brush
flowers were painted with a delicate purple touch
the Iris seems to be swaying in a light breeze
he used different hues of greens for the grasses
and placed yellow dots to represent
wildflowers in a calculated way
yet, the entire canvas is full of vibrancy
his desire to paint "a single blade of grass" well
stems from his lifelong appreciation
and love of nature ...
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June 02, 2022
Poetry/Ekphrasis/Vincent Van Gogh's Iris
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1461-179- 02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/04/2022
Categories:
remy, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Thick swirls of paint coat the blue night sky,
Luminescent stars ablaze: yellow white orbs, large in size.
Whirling white clouds under the crescent moon,
Above the asylum’s window the night sky blooms.
Below the rolling hills rests a sleepy little town,
A peaceful essence flows, cool dark colors unwound.
Reigning over the small buildings is the steeple of the church,
Beauty’s released from the bristles as he’s sitting at his perch.
With memories of Theo and thoughts of Paul Gauguin,
He attacks the canvas with broad strokes from his hand.
A single silhouette of a cypress on the left side,
Hides an early mistake as his broken heart cries.
1889, a typical night in Saint-Remy, Vincent’s puffing his pipe,
A committed genius from the asylum’s window painted the starry night.
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For Brian’s Contest PICTURE POEMS
The Starry Night
Vincent van Gogh,
1889 Oil on canvas
73 cm × 92 cm (28¾ in × 36¼ in)
Museum of Modern Art, New York City
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Starry_Night
Categories:
remy, art, historynight, night,
Form:
Couplet
my love im a drunk
it's two a.m.
here i am writing
you my last love
letter again
just can't get you
off my mind i been
writing endlessly
forget it ill make it
illegible for you
this time ill show a side
you never see before
more i write i write
to express my anger
to you
show you the comet
that crash the earth
made the Tsunamis flood my world
how mess up can you
be girl
na dont play the subjugate
game
usurp my ways make me
feel the blame
arduous my way figured it
anyway
sit on the yellow hill watch
the fiery flame take my
will
having fun figuring out girl
im having a thrill fifth bottle
of remy
man you just became
my emy laugh the chill
written: 3/26/2015
Categories:
remy, anger, lost love, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
If you can talk without ever making a noise
and you can listen without ever needing to hear a sound
And you can see without ever opening your eyes
You can be anything that you dare to dream
You see my son
Once you can look inside yourself you will have sight
And once you can listen to your heart you will truly hear
And your life will speak to others without you ever having to say a word….
Now open your eyes and live that dream....
Categories:
remy, life
Form:
REMY de GOURMONT PHRASIS 11
Innocence has its instincts,its needs
its physiological dues, but Grace from
on high so opportunely purifies the
petty human passions,brings character
to a perfect unity.Faithfulness only begins
at the moment of discovering one’s real
vocation.To keep this treasure,one must
have found it first.Beware though,mental
sermons can spoil such delicious moments.
From A Virgin Heart (trans by Huxley) 1922
Listen to me read this de Gourmont phrasis and phrasis 1 on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Categories:
remy, poems, writing,
Form:
Verse
I meditate as a gentle sentinel,
Protecting and cultivating my peoples mental,
Journeying into man's pineal gland,
To overstand,
And take a message like Remy shand,
I hear a celestial voice from my Heavenly past,
So I prostrate on green grass,
And watched the overcast gloom and the storm clouds pass,
How I asked did this tremendous task come to pass?
There was a deep sigh,
Follow by a silent but manifest reply,
"Look toward the sky trough your third eye,
Spin like kingly hair,
Like blood in the vein,
And the atoms that forms the air,
Bringing rains
Enabling you to travel the astral plane,
Are you prepared?
Your heart is the fountain of truth for you
To quench the thirst of the earth's youth,"
The temple is shaking,
The vision is fading,
The voice starts stating it's time to awaken
I'm channel emotions sailing a endless ocean to bring the vision of this mission into fruition
annilating into the annilated annilation,
I begin to awaking from this meditation with the revelation,
And a message for my nation…
Categories:
remy, devotion, education, introspection, philosophyvoice,
Form:
Free verse
Don’t worry, don’t worry
My fair lady
Oh! Sweet Brenda
The words came dropping like acapella
With cap in hand
He tapped this crying fella
“You’d be a blessed seer
To resist his words and glamour
I know you hope in him to find your Doppelgänger
But life is full of lots and lots of danger
And many live their lives undercover
So never judge a book by its cover
Remember not only gold can glitter”
Fairest of all Beauty,
One more thing
Before I leave,
He sips a glass of Remy martins
“Guard thy heart from Johnson
Cuz’ His sword has many beaten”
Categories:
remy, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Her asylum at Saint-Remy, eighteen-ninety where
Vincent van Gogh with palette as paintbrushes
Cast a vision thus timeless this beauty....
Outside divinities window upon her ledge
In captured their moment yet, no one knew
His love so true ? Henceforth was sought a way
These heart's what light should stay and back..
Unto the future red, ruby shoes; there, which want not wait.
Categories:
remy, angel, art, autumn,
Form: