Best Vous Poems
***Le Minuit Avec Vous***
The Midnight With You
To have a sensual repast with thee,
Upon a midnight, beneath our beloved
Oakwood tree!
Whenst the world, not a sound doth make.
Just lovers lips heard, smacking of
heavenly, baked earthen cakes.
Goblets, golden with jewels that doth
laugh and twinkle
This midnight repast we, sipping wine
so deliciously, swirl with our tongues.
Finding our bodies tingle.
We, the Romeo and Juliet of our day,
Unashamed to celebrate our lives in our
own private, hot foray.
Only celestial guests join us, the heavenly
moon and we...verily faint at the beauty of
our guests, the constellations.
Kissing unabashedly, in front of these guests.
Which human would have any reservations?
This very silent, intimate space on God's
firmament actually took place.
At midnight be, 'twas the blessed you and me,
Under the eyes of God and His most loving face!
July 10, 2020
6:30pm PST
Natures gift in the shape of her vine
Planted with care, line after line
By the grace of our sun
Their growth has begun
In ripeness below her sunshine
We harvest her grapes, turned to wine
Growers experiences, know her signs
From her graft to their trade
In the grape is it's grade
Maturity is it's moment in time
To the table her results are defined
We indulge in our culinary dine
Us hosts in satisfy
Wanting palets in comply
As our tastes are in joint combine
For Francine's - Bottle of Wine contest - ( fruit of the vine, when........)
Proud people of the Haitian Ile,
Stand firm with head held high.
Though days may last for a while,
The world has begun to hear your cry.
Le monde ecoute les voix criant;
On voit et meme se sent votre douleur.
Avec vous, on est priant.
Avec vous, aussi on pleure.
Two plus centuries ago,
You proved strength and gained liberty.
For your great past, there’s a greater tomorrow,
In spite of the now, pursue prosperity.
Le monde écoute votre voir d’éspoir;
On voit toute votre courage.
Quelle belle pays et peuple noir –
À vous, on dis “soyez brave, soyez brave!”
Such a calamity to strike Porte-au-Prince;
May you raise capital walls and the hearts therein.
Like those of Katrina, you will be remembered since;
This time, may justice and compassion speedily win.
Haiti, le monde écoute les cries de votre terre;
On voit ques vos avez tellement de besoins.
Il nous semble qu’un des ces est un frère.
Donc, à vous on dit, “On vient!”
(Dedicated to Haiti as a result of the 2010 earthquake.)
Rappelez-Vous
(English translation below original French)
Rappelez-vous les petits fils
Qui ecoutaient leurs grand-peres
Raconter des histoires d’ infanteries
Et de battailles de la premiere guerre.
Rappelez-vous des braves garcons
Qui s’imaginaient etre des soldats,
Qui plus tard servaient le drapeau American
En tant que veritables soldats.
Rappelez-vous des pauvres parents
Qui ont recu des telegrammes et des lettres,
Et qui apres ont place indefiniment
Des etoiles d’ors aux fenetres.
Rappelez-vous de chaque petite amie
Qui esperait un jour se marier
Avec son beau voisin-ami
Qui ne va jamais plus rentrer.
Rappelez-vous des nouvelles jeunes veuves,
Avec ses petits orphelins des peres,
Qui devaient subir les enormes epreuves
D’elever leurs enfants sans l’aide des peres.
N’oubliez pas les anciens jeunes garcons—
Les chanceux qui ont survecu
Et regardent souvent les horizons lointains
Cherchant leures ami-fantomes qui ne sont jamais revenues.
Remember
Remember the grandsons
Who listened to their grandfathers
Tell stories of infantries
And battles of the first war.
Remember brave boys
Who pretended to be soldiers
Who later served the American flag
As real soldiers
Remember the poor parents
Who received telegrams and letters
And who afterward indefinitely placed
Gold stars in their windows.
Remember each girlfriend
Who hoped to marry someday
Her handsome neighbor/friend
Who will never come back again.
Remember the new young widows,
With their little fatherless children
Who had to undergo the enormous ordeals
Of raising children without a father’s help.
Don’t forget the former young boys-
The lucky ones who survived,
And often look at the far horizons
For their phantom-friends that never returned.
a subtle hum
something moves, not physical
gravity bends my center
i can feel my face blush
sense my pupils open
if a stare enough
a warmth starts to grow inside
my thoughts racing
nothing could satisfy
only drawing in air between us
closing distance
holding close
holy knows
heat from your body
I remember
even if I close my eyes
breathing through my nose
learning your shape
with my finger tips
tending enjoying how tender
Deja vous, still feeling new
this comfort is contagious
hope much more fleeting
than such a sudden meeting
of smitten honest
open like a gurus chakras
pacing so the heart
can learn the song
I'm having trouble with
The voices in my head
While I speak simple english
They speak fluent french
So I never really know
Just what is being said
Which makes it hard to understand
The voices in my head
I never know exactly
What it is that I should say
Did I arrive at the conversation early
Or am I much to late
Either way I hate to make
The voices sit and wait
While I pull out my French-English Dictionary
And flip through every page
So now every Tuesday
Since Tuesday last
I have been preparing
By taking a French class
So I'll be at the ready
To give an answer back
In case the voices in my head
Ever feel the need to ask
I pushed the red button
The one that said don't push the red button
And ended up on the other side
Of something out of nothing
I was in another world
Another space and time
Where I appeared to see what looked like me
As I, me, and mine all intertwined
My guess is this is the universe
If I ever had my doubts
Parallel as far as I can tell
Or somewhere there about
When suddenly I walked up to me
Mono to Mono, Man to Man
Since I am me and he is me
Should we hug or just shake hands
That's when I asked myself to dinner
Where we had a pleasant time
I found out through all of this
That I'm a pretty likable guy
He as me picked up the tab
And me as he paid for the tip
As I insisted through all of this
That I'd get all of it
We talked about what I enjoyed
And much to my surprise
Everything it is I like
So do I
As we were both eating our just deserts
This info happened about by chance
That this wasn't at all a parallel universe
But the Southern most tip of France
I was wondering while I was out with myself
Why he was speaking French
Now that I think about it
It all makes perfectly good sense...
We lucky people with ADD,
Sometimes seeming not-all-there, mais oui,
At catastrophe, leave folks in awe,
With our Arc-de-Triomphe-esque sangfroid.
Terror takes its toll. Revenge makes humanity bleed - profusely. An elegy breaks the eerie silence. Sneaking suspicion fills the air. Wary eyes searches beliefs in the heaps of flesh and blood. Ransacked hope seeks refuge in your heart.
Reincarnate
Socrates within
to ask a few questions
Who makes monsters?
Who sells arms to them?
Who gains from theses conflicts?
How many babies die unfed?
How many fields are still barren?
How much wealth would you carry, after death?
How many Seegers you need - to sing?
How many Lenons you need - to make you imagine?
How many Poets you need - to dare?
To bell the cat.
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Sponsor : Scott thirtyseven
- Premonition
A mirage foreseen,
Glimpsed in my rear-view mirror...
Closer than perceived.
- Envisioned
I've seen you before,
In silhouette, confident...
Waiting for someone.
- Remembered
Picking at a thread,
Not quite a memory, but...
Still in my conscious.
- Forgotten
Returning often,
To the day I first saw you...
Like in a vision.
.....Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring
Oh desire,
Somewhere in Paris
My heart confessed insatiable hankering
For love's fevered avenues of splendor!
Cynthia
Money is, no doubt, a necessity in our world
To enjoy it requires planning, discipline and toil
Apply mind, a balance, and working hands
Recall time, opportunity in the wind, blows like sand
Perseverance and hard work, a definite decision
Contemplate in advance for a long term acquisition
With self-indulgence, comes a long list of "wants"
Consuming lives, destroying souls, when excesses flaunt
“Just to have enough”, is the average man’s dream
But not when greed in abeyance lie plotting schemes
When life had fewer distractions men traded for needs
Today scams-destroying nature, even genocide are seeds!
Makes no difference, having a million or just a dime
As our lives go in circles and we stand at this place in time
Rich or poor, black, brown or white, you choose your way
Because today, tomorrow, one way or the other, you can pay!
*Vous pouvez cracher..Interprets as “You may spit”
This catch phrase means …You can pay (In kind, perhaps w/your soul; in monetary terms-
Large sums)
I'm getting all excited
I don't know what to do.
I'm going to meet some people,
some people who are new
I'm sure it will be grand
and we'll have a smashing time.
It's all to do with poetry
and stuff that doesn't rhyme
It's 60 miles to get there,
give or take a mile.
It's certainly an effort
but it's going to be worthwhile.
I'll take along some samples
of poems already done.
I hope they find them interesting
I hope they find them fun.
Wish me lots of luck
as I head off on my quest
I'm quite prepared to give my all,
prepared to do my best.
So let's see how it goes
although confidence I lack,
They hopefully will like me
and I'll get invited back.
Parlez Vous
The French may say merci beacoup
Je ne sais quoi and parlez vous
It’s not the words that turn me on
It’s something else – somewhat beyond
They’re avart garde; like film noir
Haute cuisine; a Peugeot car
It’s not the things they like I seek
It’s not the way the French all speak
No, I’m looking for a tete-a-tete
A femme fatale that falls for me
Joie de vivre with some young miss
Fait accompli – we French Kiss
Mdailey 5/15/12
I was going to write a poem for Cyndi MacMillian’s French contest but I got to playing with the words and forgot all about any format she wanted. I guess I have to think of something else for the contest.
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"klenkes" (the little finger )is the identification sign of former people of Aix-en chapelle/Aachen