Mervin's room via Jackson Hewitt, Lake Huron
My dear Nay few!
My dear shenanigan floating near Shenandoah
Let us make a trip itinerary around the upcoming December
For the longest word where she sang for long, so long
Even a patsy like me denied the intervention
Not to repeat the Meriam , as they sung , unsung, a faded croon
For years too long enduring a morning, a bay boon.
Bonjour!
October 26, 2024
Shanandoah is a place poem.
December is a month
Meriam is a Thesaurus pal
Before the L section in Babylon
Please watch out after twenty past chapter four!
Oracle, are you impeccably manual?
Devrais-je feindre l'ignorance pour cacher mes sentiments,
Ou devrais-je vraiment m'en soucier, incapable de feindre?
Tant de courage pour affronter l'inconnu,
Pourtant muet devant elle, le cœur en peine.
Qui est-elle, demandez-vous, avec ce sourire éclatant,
Oui, elle en effet, une vision si divine,
Dans le couloir, je l'ai contemplée un moment,
Avec des cheveux comme des rubis, une beauté si fine.
Son sourire, un phare, reste dans mes pensées,
Pourquoi, je me demande, mon cœur incline-t-il ainsi?
Pourquoi elle, le désir de mon âme, de multiples façons,
Pourquoi elle, avec qui je souhaite être, mais ne sais pas.
Elle est merveilleuse, j'ose le proclamer,
Car je l'ai vue danser avec une passion débridée,
Une rougeur ornant ses joues, une flamme pourpre,
Ma conviction s'est approfondie, sans nom mais nommée.
Les jours passent, et je me contente seulement de dire 'Bonjour',
Voulant avouer, mais aussi prendre mon temps.
La confusion m'envahit, les émotions débordent,
Pourtant, la clarté chuchote, guidant où aller.
La question persiste, comment faire les choses bien,
Dans cette danse des cœurs, sous la douce lumière de l'amour.
The bric-a-brac shop waits on Rue Nationale.
In a sleepy French town.
It opens at ten,
And closes at one,
Till three.
Then on till seven in the evening.
Madame opens the shutters
Before going to feed her little dog,
Hettie.
Hettie's toenails clip clop on the ceramic tiles.
Madame feeds her green beans and tuna from a tin.
Hettie barks.
Madame sits at her counter
And waits for mail.
A customer comes in.
"Bonjour!"
"Bonjour. Ca va?"
A deal is done on a 1920s doll.
Three hundred euros until Christmas.
A good gift for a collector.
But no more customer's today.
All is quiet.
Evening comes.
Hettie barks.
She eats and drinks.
Madame is always kind. Hettie knows.
She clip clops to her basket again.
Madame thinks about her man in England.
She smiles, but no-one sees.
She shuts the shutters and puts out the lights.
Another evening alone with Hettie and the TV.
Her man is waiting. Her man is waiting.
Bonjour mon amour
This is a peppermint persuasion
Occasion excellent ecstasy
Audacious illustrious elation
Spicy nicely give me more sweet
Freshly impress me please
Eroticlly stress me squeeze undress
Me by all means finesse me with
Your peppermint air with your
Blessed breath come into my
Atmosphere let me experience you
Peppermintly breathe release the
Best of you on me. If I touch you
Will you touch me too? Stroke me
With your tenderness delicately
Oohoo the escalation increases my
Need I beg you more, please!
Am I your peppermint pleasantry?
At least I am your exotic or neurotic
Eroticist peppermint dream. Your
Sweet fresh Salacious breath with
Your specialty in your flavorful
Feverishly fantasy peppermintly
Ecstasy extra peppermint permitted
Favorable fixation Flagrantly
Fanatical fantastic vision with this,
I say, Good night my heart. I will have
A peppermint patty dream of you
In my night ALWAYS AND FOREVER
IN MY SIGHT. Mon amour ma Belle.
Mon amour.
Bonjour my little love song
I've been waiting here for you
To open up your big blue eyes
And take in all the view
I just pulled back the curtains
The window's open too
While you slept last night I brought you here
Look out and see what's new
That's right, there's mountains over there
And yes, we're on a lake
And yes, the paper here's in French
To France, you I did take
It's been a very special place
Since about a year ago
I told you of this dream I had
And now here's your chateau
I bought it sans you knowing
It's something I would do
Just to see you glowing
But it's I who you indue
I love to give surprises
To make a great big fuss
I'll do it for you every day
If there ever is an "us"
So stay in bed my darling
I'll run to the café
And bring you back fresh coffee
To help you start your day
No, I don't need money
I can cover this
But if you really want to
You can pay me with a kiss
I wonder, if glass-winged venus of psalms,
Shed soft serenades on chirping bird's nest,
Would alpha centauri's edenic balms
Coat my saturn-sage skin with glacial crest?
Maybe, my turquoise-ink's tomb is ablaze,
In lazuline embers of universe,
Tracing fluorescence of rose on heart's phase,
As sycamores in midnight's metaverse
Moors of love echo, 'bonjour, heaven-blend",
Draped in opal peonies and mauve fog,
As hope-rings of gold, shine in healing's mend,
And I rise in starworld of fairy's vogue
I revolve around mermaid-moon's beacon,
For serendipity in mortal scars,
Like twilight's arc, in sunsets of saffron,
Embraced zenith, as an angelic star
I'm an earthling-ash of pearl's poesy,
Ephemeral as strokes of blushed bluesy.
Good morning, bonjour
is it AU or EU
I've had a undertakers dream
That I cannot tell the difference
Mr Bishop can you give me your Latin leadership
I regret my misunderstandings
French is such a revoir
Tell me the difference between
AI or EI
My progress is transfixed
between the real and sought after
Les bras du cœur sont grands ouvert
C'est le temps dit chanté
Venez en profiter
Lance-moi vos sourires
Je vais même vous faire rire
Notre destin est libre
Voilà, l'équilibre
Dieu protège et rejoint
Seigneur, je te retiens
Au fond de mon cœur
Où demeures
La profondeur
Merci Seigneur
La suprématie
Bonjour mes nouveaux amis
Bonjour mon cher, how did you sleep?
I hope that your ears didn't ring
For all night long
I spoke your name in song
From sunset until dayspring
Your sweet sounding name, my heart rendered aflame
With thoughts of you filling my head
And those eyes, and that smile
Inimitable style
Rendered breathless, my thoughts left unsaid
Avec grande amour
Joyeux Noël et bonne année
Faut toujours bien se rappeler
Notre sourire est précieux
Au bon Dieu
Réjouir
Des beaux souvenirs
Les liaisons
Parmi nos chansons
Chaque note
Nous emporte
J'admire
Vous faire rire
Bonne humour
À tous les jours
Passion d'amour
Chacun son tour
C'est bien Moi
J'ai confiance en soi
Venez mes nouveaux amis
J'ai les chaises sorties
On days clouds mask transparency,
when sprinkles/gales quell meadow’s song,
before Spring’s green, post Autumn’s fall
of colored leaves (that flirt with tones of Prelude’s whites),
I wait for you (and doing so) find new delights!
On days what’s right (what’s left’s not clear),
discordance jars the inner ear,
I trust the harmony for all
that God provides, the love we share (makes right what’s wrong),
I wait for you (why hamstring with inerrancy?)
I wait for you, trust you’ll be near when time is right,
for die is cast, an inner compass guides our flight.
We both support what we need be
to bloom the ways God’s plans mature
in gifts we’re dealt our day of birth.
I wait for you though seasons pass, poles flip on earth
(in one day’s time), the oceans freeze (one last, “Bonjour!”),
the sun’s end fades to more maybe.
I won’t begrudge its fleeting glow!
Look for lips poised with love’s, “Hello!”
Long Tooth
November 6th in 2022
Nous venons
Nous errons
Et nous allons
C'est tout ce que nous savons.
Nous venons sur terre
Nous errons sur la terre
Et nous partons sans rien
Sans argent, de sous et de biens.
Bonjour, nous disons
Nous discutons, rions et chantons
Et nous nous échappons sans rien
Sans frères et sœurs, jetons et liens.
P.S. Traduction de ‘And We Depart With Nothing’.
Copyright © Avril 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Seduced by the tongue of Paris
spellbound by a gentle “Bonjour Madame”
the scent of distant Croissants beckoned her
to an ambrosial awakening.
She savored the delicate crustiness
her dress and hair dancing on the breeze
aware of a subtle sensuousness
awakened by the shadow of the tower
A wry smile tickled her lips – remembering
the gentle touch of a patient seduction.
Passersby smiled, nodded knowingly.
Anna had succumbed to the kiss of France.
8/19/2021
Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest
To all of my friends on Poetry Soup,
you really are a dynamic poet troupe.
Though I’m not here every single day,
rest assured I’ll not stay away.
You’ve made me laugh and sometimes cry,
when your engaging works I do espy.
I sit here now with tea in cup,
occasionally I’ll take a sup.
Prodigious poems that I have faved,
command the entire center stage.
I revisit them whenever I’m down,
for them everyone deserves gold crowns.
Within this crisis there’s time to reflect
and take opportunity to reconnect.
So Guten Tag, Ola, Konnichiwa Shikamoo,
G’day, Namaste, Shalom, Asalaam, to you.
Ciao, Yassas, Bonjour, Hola, Goddag,
Nin hao, Ahlan, Privet, Goedendag,
Witaj, Halo, Helo, Selam, Hei, too;
stay well, I do appreciate you.
once upon a time
they used to say
the French were
very rude
with the
attitude
if you
can't
speak
French
don't
come
to France
but i was in Greece
when in passing
a French tourist
said to me
bonjour monsieur
i in turn replied
he me parole past
francais madam
kalimera
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