Quand il nous faut
Beaux petits canards
Vous faisés votre part
Tranquilité
Bien masqués
Couleurs vibrantes
Quand tu nous chantes
Pleins de coeurs
Vous êtes vainqueurs
Beaux sourires
Tu nous fais rires
Nous allons bien parvenir
À tous vous guérirs
Toujours direct
Avec respect
Prêt à aider
Bien traités
Aucun regret
Notre secret
Categories:
canards, blessing, books, devotion, family,
Form: Free verse
Up, up, up you go. Shake a leg. Out you go, lazybones
-- Aw, come on. Linger a bit longer. It's so comfy under the covers...
No! Don't listen to him! You've got places to go, people to meet. Get a move on!
-- Relax! What's the rush? When you're 97, what will five more minutes matter?
It matters now. And it'll matter then too! You've already scheduled some appointments. Your word is on the line here, you know...
-- Hey, don't panic! Anyone who won't grant you five more measly minutes
is no friend of yours!
You've really got a choice here: You can be your own boss, or you can be
forever henpecked
-- Yeah, yeah, yeah: Your enemies always trot out the same old tired canards
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You're not hyper, naive, foolish or just plain 'chicken'
-- Don't ever let the devil's false, phony narrative kick in
Categories:
canards, sleep, time,
Form: Free verse
Tides instilled..heart that beats..Castles building up in sand
Pacing tiny steps on shore, the zeal strolling hand in hand
Wonders gleaming through the sky, numb to what comes by
Chording fondness all round, radiant bright in her light
Canards of falling faith, and some were even true they say
Tides instilled.. Heart that beats..She won't ever let it turn clay
A tune jingling on the strings, treble the waves bring in
Psalms true limning you, in my eyes your eyes sing
To breeze brushing softly past, charming in your air sublime
Lost in love and descry life, thoroughly in her's my beats rhyme
Through this one and all lives, holding her in joys and pain
Tides instilled...Heart that beats... Shall beat forever with her name
Categories:
canards, angel, beautiful, blue, cute
Form: Classicism
Most of the masses are gullible they swallow what their fed.
They feed on exotic canards, prejudice and fibs. Alcohols
Imbibed to dull the aftertaste and nothing goes to waste.
From birth to death it never changes each robbed of true identity
By unseen malevolent minds who sow these seeds of animosity,
Enmity and lies; all poisoned zombies (the living dead) who
Roam the earth mindlessly in numbers that are mind-boggling
To those of us still left. We often watch and hear their rants-
Dissonance of ad-libbed, ad nauseam and pledging of dead hearts
While humming individual anthems ad infinitum plus a day.
Follow what we say
Never, ever as we do
That’s our golden rule.
Categories:
canards, philosophy
Form: Haiku