Best Vite Poems
"Red Door"
love opens not
like a red rose,
it caresses you
slowly,
entices you in
holds you
hard and fast,
like a scarlet poppy
opium sweet
inviting, promising
till death do us part,
the elusive everlasting
L'amour est enfant de Bohême
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi !
Si tu ne m’aimes pas
Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime !
Mais, si je t’aime
Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi !
Euphoric,
intoxicated
as you like it,
as in an Arden dream,
viola tricola potion
dropped softly
sensuously
on seductive eyelids
love-in-idleness
that elixir of l'amour,
Oberon love flies in
mid-summer,
we dance with romance
in the labyrinth’s garden
like a bird caught in a cage
tamed and entranced
L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle
S'il lui convient de refuser
Rien n'y fait, menaces ou prières
L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait :
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère
Il n'a rien dit mais il me plaît
L'amour ! L'amour ! L'amour ! L'amour !
The red door is opened
love flies in, then,
the gate is closed;
in such sumptuous
sanctuary
we lay down with love
caught in the dream
‘twould seem,
forever naked
exposed to its fatal charm,
holding on tight
for more, like a drug,
love insatiable
insatiable love
L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre
Battit de l'aile et s'envola ...
L'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre
Tu ne l'attends plus, il est là !
Tout autour de toi, vite, vite
Il vient, s'en va, puis il revient...
Tu crois le tenir, il t'évite
Tu crois l'éviter, il te tient
L'amour ! L'amour ! L'amour ! L'amour !
We open the door
love flies in, love’s here to stay;
We open the door
love flies away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I loved to watch her as a child
Laughing at her antics and cooing at her wilds
Over the top trouble and silly jokes played
Viewing every show I could, before my parents waned
Every Thursday night (I think) I'd called it Lucy Day!
Lounging on my bed and letting my head watch this parade
Ultra color, or black and white, to me it didn't matter
Cause that silly red head eating all the chocolate, was always on my platter
You try saying vita-vite-vegamin, without getting drunk!
I missed the shows I watched when I was little
Those actors where way before may birth
but I enjoyed her friend and funny neighbors Fred and Ethel Merts
But let's not forget Ricky, the Cuban mamba king
But It was always funny when he yelled: LUCY!!!!!!!!
...O RICKY! She didn't mean thing!
Écoute bien. La musique t'invite,
Les mots fanent et le ciel se remplit d'étoiles,
Il dirige cette explosion de beauté instantanément, vite.
Et descend avec élégance,
Levant ces ailes et ces voiles.
Il te donne une chance.
Depuis des générations j'allume ces bougies,
Et depuis des générations les ombres m'encerclent.
Avec la lumière vient l’obscurité... l’agonie.
Mais maintenant j'embrasse une affinité,
Dans cette cellule maléfique j'ai trouvé un pinacle.
Et je danse passionnément pour l'infinité.
Alors, je t'implore,
Tu m'expulses et ça me fait mal.
Une fois encore,
Coincé dans une chambre de montres,
Je voudrais apprendre cette valse,
Instruis-moi La Valse Des Monstres
Pour que je puisse toujours
Danser dans la lumière !
Wundorlic' visions of beauty around
Glorious scenes shall unfold
Dazzling splendors surround
When walkin' the streets at night, behold
From time to time on an avenue
Ye' see faintly silhouette expressions
Of other lone·ly people who...
Are threat·ened by your lu·mi·nes·cence
No doubt, as you are by theirs
H'ever, artificial light erases
The difference night and day compares
Mysteriously in the somber light places
Fore' be the darkness,
It is easy to feel disoriented
In the city at the dead of nightness
Especially, if y'all are tired and demented
From roaming its burghal
It is not quite the same googling
In the image on empty street circle
No longer fighting against 'to-ing and fro-ing'
The solitary pedestrian's feet
Begin to recall the real earth show
In all the city's internal concrete
Night time for daylight's dispossessed flow
Who walks alone in the streets at night?
Da' 'sad.'
Da' 'mad.'
Da' 'bad.'
Da' 'lost.'
Da' 'tossed'
Da' 'sleepless.'
Da' 'homeless.'
All the city's internal oppressed
The night has always different
The time for daylight's dispossessed...
The time for daylight's dissident
Walking alone at night in the city
Has been interpreted as an in-vite
Of suspicion, moral and social gritty
Solitary people who walk the night
Twittered Via Chilled Wren
At Valley Forge, Pennsylvania
Prior carte blanche to confessing illicit
extra-marital affair
I embolden tomb ache
elicit, and baldly bare
faced laid out some
of the sordid details clear
embarrassed at one escapade
in particular constituting dear
peppy's questing randy romping caper
necessitating vigilance 'ere
a park ranger, (or other unsuspecting
winter weather way
Farer attired in gear
adequately bundled
cold as a witch's tit
seasoned trooper)
reluctantly repeated here
(unforgettable if only be
cause this "FAKE" Casanova ace
thee Missus i.e.wife)
did conversationally chase
beseeched, hen pecked,
and implored me NOT to erase
boot to recount with (itty bitty)
Monty Python glory, a straight face,
that one particular amazingly grace
obviously penned up,
and not in the write
mind (pre poetry daze),
which scurrilous anecdote
did (and still does) in vite
guffawing, sans
peculiar public philandering,
with atavistic cave man
designs tried to unite
where daunting phallus spite
confronting Arctic Vortex when right
lee let loose from pants
froze like a little popsicle quite
purposely remained flaccid
leaving me in a penile plight
when trying to hump
(standing up like a good Knight
comically ridiculous travesty)
With Barbara B****, light
of adventurous Green Beret spirit, the
Unabashed MILF about average height
fifty years, whose busty bosom
silicone breast implants
tell tale viz radiation
and chemo therapy fight
(resulting from post
Ductal Carcinoma in situ)
needless to tell
nary an erectile spell
Asper tinker soldier
tailor spy didst quell
basic animal instinct,
and feral gonadal horniness
with intent to consummate sexual intercourse
according tummy ought to occur,
cuz that blustery air
mirroring said day when hell
nearly froze over invoking
intervention from Cain and/or Abel.
Thus when prick remained
limp and nearly frost bitten
(at a boulder christened cock rock),
aye frostily smitten
slogging wet sneakers, thru
knee high snow...now, no mo' tubby written.
Form:
Serious Sibling Subluxation...
Rapprochement Somewhat Salvaged Dislocation
This trademark ungainly, unsightly,
and unwieldy title essentially
huzzah mask ***** aid,
and accentuates tendency
(mine) to administer
reverent unpretentious yawping,
sans (asper thy usual)
wordy, nutty,
and gallimaufry charade,
though pointed lament
decries copious blather,
which awareness (in tandem
with better angels)
prevail upon sesquipedalian
quirkiness, might be
in my best interest to evade
leaving an unsuspecting
readers psychologically frayed,
and without doubt prematurely
finds same haired grayed,
akin to experience dramatic,
and sudden onset of progeria
hence, a concerted effort
will be orchestrated, i.e.made
fur me tabby
conscientiously choosing
modus operandi
to mute trumpeting,
associated with this one man
faltering hit parade,
hence, an intent to write
more clearly,
cogently, and creditably
qua more understand
able to in vite,
subsequently witnessing, an
increased authorial fan
base, and unite
easy to comprehend
intelligent conversation,
and/or share something trite,
anyway, thee impetus regarding
risking emailing
a younger sister,
where spite led to
dissolution, nee cessation
of brotherly
linkedin communication
engendered me to a right
emotional estrangement,
principally augmented
(thank you very much) by me,
viz in sum avoidance behavior
(purring, loping,
and humming along) quite
familiarly, easily, (no matter
discontentedly), alas and alack
moment seemed apropos
for this only bro
their to allow, enable,
and proffer selflessness -
pushing ego
(mine) aside and attempt to go
for the gusto hoe
embarking, kickstarting, and
resolving upon
reasonable resolutions
to convey persevere re-establishing
cordiality, despite misgivings
toward Shari Todd
(thee family member in question).
HERE COMES THE IN SECURITY
VOICI L' INSECURITE
THAT WALKS GRADUALLY
QUI SE DEROULE UN PEU
SHE ENTERS THE STAGE
ELLE VIENT A L'ENDROIT
LIKE SICKNESS IN THE BODY
COMME LA MALADIE DU CORPS
RESEARCHERS MAKE RECOMMENDATIONS
LES CHERCHEURS FONT LEUR RECOMMENDATIONS
THE PARTICIPANTS REMAIN AKIMBO
LES PARTICIPANTS, AVEC LEUR POINGTS SUR LEUR HANCHES
THE EVENT INSECURITY
L' EVENNEMENT INSECURITE
PROFITABLE TO THE ACTIVE PARTICIPANTS
LUCRATIVES AUX PARTICIPANTS ACTIFS
THE WISDOM OF THE RESEARCHERS
LA SAGESSE DES CHERCHEURS
NOT PROFITABLE TO THE ACTIVE PARTICIPANTS
NON LUCRATIVES AUX PARTICIPANTS ACTIFS
THE PRIORITY OF THE WISDOM
LE PREMIER POINT DU SAGESSE
ENGAGE THE YOUTH
EMPLOYONS LES JEUNNEE
THE HUNTER LIKE AN INTERPRETER
LES CHASSEUR COMME UN TRADUCTEUR
BLOWN THE WHSTLE
DONNE UN COUP DE SIFFLET
GERINIA, GO BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD
GERINIA,RETOURNE VITE A LA PLANCHE
the great bard and Elizabethan play wright
begetting complete dramaturgy
explaining fate hollowly airtight
succor starved, riddled smitten tattered
sir real body politik blight
under whelming enthusiasm
witnessed blank quarto copyright
more tragedy than comedy
visited mine biography to date
expressed as dearth
decayed delight
devoid absent audience
hip...hip...hooray
three chairs to excite
zero non-exhaustive effort
summoning stagecraft
imagining hardened
faced spectators
muted nonexistent ovation,
sans anticlimactic action
superfluous stage fright,
thus retrospective stance taken
billeted envisioned
anachronistic gunfight
signifying emotional crisis,
especially high anxiety
pained height
incorporating mine every birthday
newly aged since
LIX January
thirteenth orbitz insight
oppressive ominous gloomy glum
obscuring highland dale light
whereby substantial sole action
asper arrival of midnight
celestial curtain call enclosing
somber static theatrical night
hoop fully explaining deadening
copious heavy breathing
followed by extended lapses
of utter silence outright
spartan mise en scene
absent agit props
nsync with holographic thespians
staid theatrics displaying plight
uneventful sleepy representation quite
leaving entire cast
(singular char actor his shun
of myself) remaining
soporific steadfastly right
lee measure for measure
much ado about nothing
hermetically sealed, NON GMO
vacuum packed no sight
worth seeing on the twelfth night
starkly barren aimless
padlocked mortal soul asylum
no, not even Romeo and Juliet
love's labor's lost passion
a comedy of errors,
viz unbridled trothplight
mock king lear ring alls well that ends well
where me crushed psyche doth unite
with death vis a vis
as demise of Julius Caesar
et tu Brutus I in vite.
Upon making
the treacherous
undertaking optimal
poetic theme to write
dangerous, and
arduous foray into
spooky catacomb, I in vite,
where fear doth
dill liver worst
trek to our mailbox tonight
risking life and limb
at very right
angled turn
summoning em mon ent
mettle pluck quite
for quotidian plight,
asper hiding unseen creatures
sealed in dark shadows
along the edge of night
way after deep
into nighttime hours,
I cautiously slink
with steely might
thru barely adequate light
even for this healthy
as an ox good knight
relying on a Jack o'lantern
designed jacklight
with superb vision,
and supreme insight
steadily held above
mine five feet and
ten inches average height
espy spilling thru underneath
securely eye
booked deal lee shut tight
locked heavy metal doors,
a faint glimmer
sans gaslight
possibly from blaring,
flashing, and placating
television screen se
essentially keeping curmudgeonly
aged residents company,
while reminiscent nostalgic
"FAKE" memories take flight
as such wistful
foregone reflections
upon the gift of
a watermelon pickle excite,
viz the cobwebbed
whirled wide
give "tearful", though
pained years gone by
blinkered back teary delight
a hermetically sealed story,
one will never
get ghost written, nor
affixed with a copyright
depressingly clamped
down inescapable
emotionally stagnating
autobiographical blight.
Comme a écrit un grand philosophe,
Il y a deux tragédies dans la vie.
L´une c’est de réaliser ses rêves
Et l´autre c’est de ne pas les réaliser.
Ah! Comme le temps passe vite,
Une année s’est écoulée et je ne peux dire
Si j’ai réaliser mes rêves ou pas.
J´avais envie de m´évader de cette maison,
De ce quartier, de cette ville, de ce pays ;
De créer un monde différent de celui dans le quel je vivais.
Mais je ne suis allé nulle part
Et j’ai rencontre des gens formidables qui comptent pour moi aujourd’hui
Et depuis, le quartier dans lequel je vis s’est métamorphosé.
Par ailleurs j’ai eu des angoisses, des remords
Et des espoirs envolés.
Hélas, c’est une nouvelle année qui va commencer
Et je me sens comme perdu au milieu de ce monde.
Form:
Why walk fast,
If we enjoy walking slowly?
Birds are a part of the puzzle,
Intelligence is part of the puzzle,
The trees too,
Walking alone allows you to find other pieces
missing.
Pourquoi marcher vite,
Si on apprécie de marcher lentement ?
Les oiseaux sont une partie du puzzle,
L’intelligence est une partie du puzzle,
Les arbres aussi,
Marcher permet de trouver d’autres pièces
manquantes.
Les jours s'achevent
le temps passe vite
le present devient le futur
le passe devient le present
les meilleurs aventures deviennent de l'enfer
et la beaute deviennent le tenebre.
Les jours ne sont plus des jours
mais des nuits d'enfer, de couchemar et de pleurs.
Voila le changement
quand le temps mange la vie
et se refrechit de la peur des hommes
s'envelope par les coeurs des femmes
et se deguise en fille.
Moi, je l'ai compris!
c'est le CHANGEMENT.
Form:
manifest pentru pace
(antipoezie)
traim sub tunuri ?i avioane
cu armele încarcate cu propriile noastre pacate traim
pe timp de pace sau razboi
(who cares?... nobody gives a ****!)
mai nou traim din nou atomic
pâna la self distruction
Nagasaky-Hiroshima
sunt doar un co?mar uitat prea repede
chiar ?i pentru secolul vitezei
cu care ne amenin?a astazi
realitatea
în persoana lui Kim Jong-un schizofrenic
cu acte-n regula scapat de sub control
pe tabla de ?ah a lumii
manifeste pour la paix
(antipoésie)
nous vivons sous des chars et des avions
avec les armes chargées par nos propres péchés vivons
par temps de paix ou de guerre
(who cares?... nobody gives a ****!)
c’est nouveau, nous vivons une guerre atomique
jusqu’à la self destruction
Nagasaky-Hiroshima-(Fukoshima)
restent des cauchemars trop vite oubliés
même pour ce siècle de la vitesse
avec lequel nous menace aujourd’hui
la réalité...
en la personne de Kim Jong-un schizophrène
patenté ,qui échappe à tout contrôle
sur l’échiquier du monde
traducere de, Angela Mamier Nache
Noel approche a grand pas
Les decorations,sapins, tout est la
C'est la fete qu'on attend pendant toute l'annee
La famille , les cadeaux et toutes les festivites
Les decorations ornent tout le pays
C'est la fete ou tout le monde oublit ses soucis
tout les enfants revent de cette nuit
et revent de leurs cadeaux en dormant dans leur lit
Pere noel existes-tu vraiment ?
es-tu vraiment l'idole de tout cec enfants
si tu es vraiment la
alors s'il te plait ecoute moi
en etant petit j'etais immature
je ne voyais pas ce qui etait important
meme si je ne sais pas ce qui m'attend dans le futur
j'aimerai que tu ecoutes mes requetes longuement
Repare mon cher Liban
qui est ravage par toutes ces guerres
agis vite tant qu'il est encore temps
Ne le laisse pas atteindre l'enfer
aide tout ces enfants qui n'ont pas de maison
que l'on voit sur la route mendier toutes les saisons
Plante la joie et la bonne humeur
Rempli notre cher pays de beaute et de splendeur
pere noel je sais que tu es occupe
mais s'il te plait transforme mes reves en realite
quand j'etais petit je ne pensais qu'a moi
je ne pensais qu'augmenter ma propre joie
maintenant je sais ce qui est important
c'est de voir la positivite dans les gens
Just because an impetus arose
Thank dog, and cat,
no pet tee filed - late fee
incurred from this
sole heir, matted son
Avenue of Harris communique
to his youngest sister
busy as a queen bee,
her name mentioned
backwards solely for
wry ming sense – re:
garding Dunning-Harris Shari:
Not there need not
be any clear cut,
nor cloudy total
reason to bolster wee
kind fortitude to write
an email (albeit
with my characteristic
trademark rhyme) to in vite
my own impetus to dash
off a friendly hello
in a gentle
effort to unite
sibling camaraderie,
whether this
material in question
profound or trite
with no pro noun
sub bull adverbial,
or adjectival intent,
and of course nada spite,
this exercise to compose,
whatever occurs within
mum mind quite
likely to concern
general circumstances,
rather than touch upon
any single plight
since, an easily educated guess
can paint (no Norman...