Best Vie Poems

Reveal to me, do!
How you carried off my heart and it now lives within you.
I can see it brightly alive in your godlike chest.
You had the loving, brown-eyed chutzpah to magically place 
both our names upon it and yes, with the family crest.

Reveal for me,...

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C’est la vie, Billy!

   His cheeks a deep scarlet, 
     His jaw tightened in an eerie grin,
        He stands, rooted to the spot
         ...

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Vase Dream - c'est la vie 

White vase with no design
Dangling there - c'est la vie 
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything
In an apartment rising skyward
Lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a railing raw
Languishing over the 20th Floor
Or there about
And more...

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I’m …

(thus told)
oft’ purveyor of a pen
drowning in the anguish of the heart …
bulletin:
love - not always love
love - always pain 
always -
all ways …
wherever, whatever, WHOever the
soul divides for,
consumed, one day …
lost to time’s bitter casualty -
forever’s coda,
postscript of existentialist id …
not an iota
escapes...

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She Walks
With
The sun, 

Like a sunflower....

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A pleasant evening
Romantic streets in Paris
Killed, done in cold blood


Picture as warzone
Music stops and ball rolling
A nightmares in live


The death in Paris
Fire with assault rifle
France close its borders








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I hear the whispers of past souls
That guide me through life’s
Wondrous garden of flowers.
Each flower has a unique 
And beautiful bloom.
I see how the fragile and 
Delicate injure easily and
Wither and die without protection.
I am amazed at the strength 
And endurance of the sturdy.
But most...

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An eisteddfod* is  arranged for March 1st
The whole school is encouraged to do their bit
Poetry wasn't my forte in those days
Art was not allowed for this

I decided I would sing a traditional song
Practised whenever I had a spare chance
My voice isn't perfect but I...

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La Vie En Rose.
Today she is back to her past her body is ailing her entity 
to enter into her space of 40 years backwards when she was 
stunning every single day full of power energy love depth
imaginations dreaming day and night she was in...

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It is a lumber, man! all lumber
It makes your life-boat heavy to pull
and you nearly faint at the oars
That’s life.

You lose your freedom by anxiety
No time to watch the windy shadows
skimming lightly over the shallows
That’s life.

No time to watch the woods all green
or the lilies...

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Like a winter’s night
Death often arrives too soon.
And lasts far too long.
...

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Wish I was a poet, and got well paid
for poems writ whilst wearing suede
and drinking lots ‘n' lots of claret, 
in a well-appointed Paris garret

My publisher would love me true, 
and pay my rent, when overdue, 
so I wouldn't sleep on Montmartre streets
and get under...

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Left Monterey on Saturday.
Arrived in Paris early Sunday.
Driven to the Somme Cemetery Monday.
Job-interviewed and lunched on Tuesday.
Flew back home via L.A. Wednesday.
Recovered on Thursday.
Back to work on Friday.
Disappointed on Saturday.
Didn't get the job, but spent three nights in Paris at government expense.
C'est la vie....

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Disclaimer:  The first poem is purely the work of fiction.  Everyone who knows the lovely Vie knows how beautiful and amazing she is.  But, as most of you know, I ‘go for it’ when it comes to contests…so here we have it.
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*You...

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Cherries blooming in past springs,
Their fragrance clings and clings,
That was la vie en rose.

You were dancing just beneath,
Hair crowned in flower-wreath,
I saw la vie en rose.

Then I'd hold you with my arms,
Get filled with all your charms,
Your charms and danced the night,
Oh what a sight,
How...

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