Best Renee Poems
Each night when I go to bed
I think of all the words I've said
And ponder on the things I've done
How your love I had once won
Many tears I've made you shed
Too many sleepless nights in your bed
When all along I owned the key
To keep your love for only me
Now its me that sheds the tears
My life now full of empty fears
You say uncertainty prevailing
Caught up in all my mistakes and failings
My love for you has never faded
Lack of commitment, your feelings jaded
Baby steps, I moved too slow
I did that because I love you so
I wanted for us the best of life,
Messy details, cleaned before you became my wife
Now lost you are, trying to find you way
My mind consumed, what to do, what to say
Now is the time to use our voice
Together or separated, its your choice
I am beside you, can you see
You are the only one for me
The love we shared, captured all my desires
Burned hotter than the devils fires
So my Angel we both must try
To grow our love, not let it die.
“Nous nous sommes assises” (“We Sat Down”)
by Renee Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
Darling, we were like two exiles
bearing our desolate souls within us.
Dawn broke more revolting than any illness...
Neither of us knew the native language
As we wandered the streets like strangers.
The morning’s stench, so oppressive!
Yet you shone like the sunrise of hope...
2.
As night fell, we sat down,
Your drab dress grey as any evening,
To feel the friendly freshness of kisses.
No longer alone in the universe,
We exchanged lovely verses with languor.
Darling, we dallied, without quite daring to believe,
And I told you: “The evening is far more beautiful than the dawn.”
You nudged me with your forehead, then gave me your hands,
And I no longer feared uncertain tomorrows.
The sunset sashayed off with its splendid insolence,
But no voice dared disturb our silence...
I forgot the houses and their inhospitality...
The sunset dyed my mourning attire purple.
Then I told you, kissing your half-closed eyelids:
“Violets are more beautiful than roses.”
Darkness overwhelmed the horizon...
Harmonious sobs surrounded us...
A strange languor subdued the strident city.
Thus we savored the enigmatic hour.
Slowly death erased all light and noise,
Then I knew the august face of the night.
You let the last veils slip to your nude feet...
Then your body appeared even nobler to me, dimly lit by the stars.
Finally came the appeasement of rest, of returning to ourselves...
And I told you: “Here is the height of love…”
We who had come carrying our desolate souls within us,
like two exiles, like complete strangers.
Renee Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (1877-1909), was a British poet and high-profile lesbian of the Belle Époque who wrote French poems in the style of the Symbolistes and Parnassiens. Keywords/Tags: Renee Vivien, French, translation, England, English, France, lesbian, soul, souls, soulmate, dawn, language, love, kiss, kisses, night, exile, exiles, strangers, misfits
Erika Renee, my little child,
you are growing too fast,
seems like yesterday I held
you in my arms, as I rocked
you to sleep.
I remember when you called
me papa in such a cute little way
and the enchanting smile you
gave me and still do.
I remember cute little things
you used to say, like when
I would say, let's go get
some fast food to eat,
you said, why not some
slow food.
I remember when you pretend
to be a doctor, then you
would say, oh, oh, I see some
cat hair.
I remember the day
you were born and
the first time I held you,
how proud I was to
be your grandfather.
Yes Erika Renee,
you are growing up
way too fast, one
thing is certain, I'm
still proud of you.
Loving you more
each day my
little sweet granddaughter,
please don't ever
change.
wrote 2-19-10
for my granddaughter
Erika Renee Foulk
Born March 31, 1999
and will turn 11
on March 31, 2010
Who would have thought?
This early morning would unearth raw gem
I would see history, mystery, and strength
An Ebony statuette so adorned,
The Queen of Sheba would seem nude,
But you were captured in simplicity,
Conservative for sure.
Who would have thought?
My adventure would stretch, and
Swell beyond the beach, beyond the hills -
You showed my curious hurting self, flowers, not arrows.
Who would have thought?
I'd have you accompanying me
My mind in revere, looking
Stretched beyond darkness I'd once seen
The weight of earthy raw gems, as
Lovely as eager hands of worth.
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Amid burgeoning buds on many rose bushes,
Bridal Pink floribunda just filled early season blooming wishes.
On wide low bush, tiny shell pink buds spiral open,
A blanket of blooms soon rewarding my devotion.
Edges pale and centers darken as they age,
Compelling view at any stage.
Three inch blooms of thirty petals blushing,
This 1967 rose resurges, all season flushing.
With a fragrance sweet, spicy and light,
Truly an early season delight.
Pale pink bearded iris vie for attention too
A living room window spray in full view.
Protected by overhang from weather strain,
They’ll soon pass while sturdy roses reign.
M. Renee Taylor
5-24-18
With a smile
that stabs at your heart
this elegant starling
floats on the breeze,
flitting here and there
warming the souls
of those
that she graces
with her presence.
Watching her
chew on her lip
pulls at my soul
to know
what's on her mind,
but I'll sit back
and enjoy
this angelic sight
while I gnaw on my pen.
POEM TO RENEE, MASTER HEALER
Perfectly proportioned Greek goddess
except her philosophies were
somewhat eastern
or eternal
Gold locks alight
magical medicine woman
aflame with Sakara heat
feeds us walnuts
wrapped in dates
Blond lashes thick as a
witches broom
crown holding
vine veins entwined
Serpent spirited
she blows crimson notes
into our stretched out
poignant palms
Dissolve untenable
unfathomable fears !
dissipate sorrows of souls…
silver wing tips of nightingales
come, come, pierce skin
fly far with Masters and
angels into Olympus
of open oracles
Remember Power, balance
peace, ChristLight
Mother Mary, ease
Michael and Chamuel
clapped clanging away
sores sliced ignorance
opened organs
spun wheels
Too urgent, so urgent
forgetting Love is
patient
I did not know
her time was
very near
I am mourning
My Beloved Master
©ghairodanielspoetry&song2000
shall i love a maiden fair
whose favor i'll not see
or will she grant within her heart
a special place for me
i take no lead in this affair
but follow her desires
quiet patience tames my beating heart
engulfed in passioned fire
love, reciprocated love
it cries from deep inside
not guaranteed for one like me
brings tears i cannot hide
she is worth the chance i take
i feel she is the one
with arms outstretched my offered heart
for her to take and own
she and time shall both decide
the future of our lives
be separate or two as one
bears fear and hope to thrive
must this love be muted as
a silent castaway
until the time when she'll confess
her love for me one day
i can only hope and dream
until that day is come
i pray the Lord to give me strength
when all is said and done
Light, Bright,
Your Sight, .... I Say!
Starlight Branches Brighten Up, Might's Wake!
Just Soon In Praise, Renee, .... With All The Words That We Say!
This Song's A Lead To Finish, ..... Brown, Has, ... Made!