Best Sur Poems
Big Sur,
oak and redwood
and open chapparel,
fragile groves of bay & laurel-
run wild
knee-deep in flowing verdant grass,
near the creek beside
the hill,
carabao slowly feeds on freedom,
leisurely roams
at will.
on its massive back, white egret,
so delicately
slow-dances,
the feathers of its slender neck
the morning breeze
romances!
A Girl on a Bridge
There she was, staring into the night
Paris lights shimmering in a soft glow
Her mind lost, twirling in tears
Confusion wrapping her in a warmth of fear
She dreams of a knife threw her chest
To stab away the darkness of misery
She smiles with hope, so close
The river flows beneath
Blackness so inviting
The currents of death to take her away
It takes but a leap, of lost hopes and dreams
The depths of the river to take your breath away
And your last wishes become filled with envy
For those who still float above you
Many lovers cross the seine
Hand in hand in the night
Oblivious that all must end
Romantic pains, meet their end
If you are a girl on a bridge
She kissed the river
She caressed the shivering night
She clung to her emptiness
She danced her last fading dance
And wedded death, her last embrace
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Big Sur.
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2015
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~~~~~~~ Bixby Creek Bridge
"Somewhere
between Heaven
and
Earth."
On the Beach, Translation of Etiemble’s poem: Sur la plage by T.
Wignesan
(The end-rhyme scheme of the orignal : abb(b)a, cdcd, efef, ghgh, iijj,
klkl, fmfm, nnhh)
How good-looking he was this spy
all studded with sea-shells,
that the sea disgorged on the beach
(that the waves buried on the beach ?)
at the very moment we departed this world!
Anemones for his eyes,
a clam instead of an ear,
a bouquet of algae for haïr.
Long, hard, white and similar
to those statues of salt,
for every tongue a cuttlefish bone
whose caress rough and dry
awaited only a venomous kiss.
Clothed only in sand whose fever
and the shock of our death
had turned to wood our lips,
we called into question the treasure :
« English ? – French ?- Nazi ?- Who knows ?
But Young, Oh ! yes ! Drowned, that’s for
sure ; doubly drowned : the mouth open
for the ultimate gulp of green water.
How tenderly you leaned forward
to seal the ancient eye-lid,
that a tear, born of your needle-eye,
heavy, colourless like stone
trickled from his mouth : the honey
suave !- « Oh ! the sea anemone flowers,
there, unfolding their double rainbows,
bubbles of rubber easily stained ;
look, I killed him ! » « Fool, I said to him,
admire with me the prodigy,
and the proud perfume of his body
the body of a deceased still faltering. »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
The Triumph of Love over Death
My heart,
my mind,
the two have worked together,
Each of them elemented
and fostered my spirit.
Some day,
a stranger stepped in
seeking decent weather;
The guest waited for
the host to meet
and gain the merit.
Whose turn is this?
Whose undertaking?
Such was the blather;
My heart greeting,
my mind retreating,
such was my spirit.
But then, see
My spirit is elemented
by both and favours
no one to the other;
With brimming eyes,
tempestuous sighs,
the guest was asked out.
'Keep out',
the mind asserted,
'keep always the doors clean'
Next to breaking,
my heart to the balm has waved out;
'Be around, Love, be sound.
Seek neither weather nor wind'
'Come again, Love, come
and feel for them all the blind'
'Wipe out your tears,
shed only more of them, Love, in not out'
'For nothing great,
nothing radiant
without you
will come about'
My spirit,
O spirit,
without this guest
you are then dead.
Reason,
what reason?
Mind,
O mind
till when this nonsense?
"Life will prevail until death prevails"
thus was said;
But Love shall triumph,
crown the beauty of life
and hence
Love shall prevail,
read life again,
over the mind and its death.
Chokri Omri
Tunis, 2009
COLLEVILLE SUR MER
In uneasy rest
He faces west.
They all face west to America -
So far away from this beach,
So very far out of reach.
He no longer feels the chinook
Nor the glance of mother’s knowing eye
Over the range on his Utah farm.
He is the son and brother
Of Omaha, Nebraska, and the Sandhills
Beckon him home.
Silence now
The tolling of the trolley
Car bell over the Bay.
Hear only the swish of beach sand.
He dreams endlessly
In the cold Channel breeze,
From the ocean
Between him and home.
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NOTES
Colleville sur Mer is where the American cemetery is located in France. All names on the gravestones face west.
Omaha and Utah are the names of invasion beaches on the Channel coast
of France where thousands of US soldiers died in 1944.
The sparkling melody mirrors the waves
Of the peaceful Aegean Sea.
With notes floating to my rousing mind,
Sailing boats is all I see.
With winds flowing, boats sail forward
Towards cliffs of jagged rock,
From the town on the bluff I watch
Boats drift towards the dock.
That's the scene I always see
Hearing Ravel’s boat on the sea.
The memory is recalled so simply,
My summer in Santorini.
On the eyes, no one could truly see;
Through your bundle of joy and beauty.
By a million gazes none could know,
How your soul, feather likened floats.
Lo, deep in my mind, lost in my soul,
There recently came along a part,
Floating carelessly - but till it drew,
near enough. Rare one; that was you!
Mystery resolving at every meet,
Flimsy or purposefully.
I'm almost completely satisfied,
'Almost', since I'd daily say goodbye.
On the eyes, no one could truly know,
You hid your beauty in your soul.
Monet's brush strokes blend to show Argenteuil and Seine.
Monet, Renoir prized evoking faded light and scene
Told to Lilla Cabot, US artist "painting means slight around you,"
Frame a blue sib, a rose oblong, a fair line, and paint it as you view.
http://www.nga.gov/content/ngaweb/Collection/art-object-pag…
Written: February 03, 2022
Her assignment was to
create a balsamic? Olive oil glaze
for green onions , roasted yellow pepper, cucumber
to accompany a Sour crème and Cheddar Duchess potato
and a Medium Rare Prime Rib
with a tangy creamy herb gravy.
and a hazelnut Tart
with Cream Pastry and Mango
with a Sweet White Muscat de Frontignan wine
springform Pans
Flute Glasses
Pastry bags
whisks
heavy cream
Who sweetens these nights
might those labor that
there perfections
will make an
evening that much more specail..
" The Fuge Compromist"
"Wet the Palette "
Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer
I was dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer
when a young woman stopped me,
and said, “Madame, you are superbe.”
She told me twice, Madame you are superbe
But I didn’t feel superb.
Hadn’t for a long time, if ever at all.
How is superb supposed to feel
when you're dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer?
Later I visited my doctor to
ask if there was anything she could give for
treatment of the human condition; explain the
woman had told me I was superbe.
The doctor laughed, and said
there was nothing for it I could take,
apart from anti-depressants,
if you're depressed, are you, not superb?
She asked if I needed to take a break. Shall I sign you off, she said?
Maybe some time spent, alone in bed?
No, I said. She suggested I chose values,
acceptance, rebellion, indifference or hope.
I went away, bemused
realising there is no choice
to be made, you need all values
in your armour to face despair
when you’re dancing in Boulogne Sur mer.
11
So mom said
You call that
Head normal
Sur-reality
Surrounds
In slight
Sounds foot
Crushes leaf
And my feet I leave
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symbolic
surreal
introspections
inspirations
in the complex
radiant
poetic pastel
peinture contemplative
juxtapositions
deep imaginings
as tonal treats
in the eye
unique
dreamlike
symbolistique
Ode to them
those that love
Ode to those
who stands opposed
Until then
one should wonder
chance what we
have proposed
so that we
might sing before those
sort each word
from it's complication
change the tunes
to compliment those
some might seek
to take us asunder
some might seek to
stand and applaud
some may stand
to mend there
broken hearts
some may come to
turn up there nose
word the storied blunders
that perfection might reveal