Marvelous glow of life, his heart weeps far from you.
Silence is silver, his pain is gold.
Your words are diamonds, carved to make every moment shine,
to allow him to be himself without vanity or arrogance.
You are his gentle pearl.
The day already fades, night carries him far from you.
As darkness comes, he finds your face again.
Your smile awakens his being, giving back the softness of a sunbeam.
Love — without her the words ring false,
and in his dreams flowers are born at his feet
from all the tears he sheds.
Far away, the sea covers the sound of his sobs.
His steps falter and he collapses on the sand.
His hand caresses the golden, tender grains,
a light breath of air licking his skin.
He feels what exists, even as raindrops run down his cheeks.
He still allows himself to believe in the sun of love.
Are life’s dreams not the walks of moments gone by?
Or are they the shooting stars of joys yet to come?
He wanders as evening falls,
the orange colors of the sun bursting on the horizon.
His gaze fixed, he softens the lights
and rediscovers a face of love.
Yours.
Joël Charvillat
C'était l'amour au premier regard, mon coeur menacé
Et une connection si forte qu'on pourrait nous dire entrelacés
Je t'ai ouvert mon coeur et j'étais authentique
Toi, tu m'étudiais, tu m'examinais
Je l'ai cru romantique
T'avais appris par coeur les mots qui faisaient mon centre réjouir
T'avais appris son rythme et comment le maintenir
Je t'aimais de tout coeur, les yeux fermés
Je ne m'aurais jamais imaginé qu'à les ouvrir,
avec un couteau, je te trouverais
J'ai le coeur si lourd, que je le regrette tout
Si je pouvais, je retournerais en arrière
Maintenant que je sais que ton coeur est de pierre
Je t’aime
La mélodie
Elle l’a jouée précise
Son cœur lui permet
De vous l’admettre
La vie, elle la voix si belle
L’amitié vous devrez la voir en elle
Vous ne la traitez pas bien
Vous lui donnerez du chagrin
Plus precieuse encore
Mes bras lui rend du comfort
Sans ennuies
Elle prie
Elle vous pardonne
Elle ne déteste personne
Si vous pouvez voir si loin
Tendresse de sa main
Ses larmes
Epargne
Brave de vous le dire
Elle veut t’en vous le décrire
Coeur du plaisir
Une bonne raison de ce faire lire
The Lord may be
Blessing HIS glory
A blind lion is still dangerous.
A toothless lion still strong.
A declawed lion still magnificent.
An imprisoned heart
by no means caged.
A King dethroned remains royal.
It is ignoble to imagine
a crippled life to be anything other
than the radiant spirit
of freedom.
Seigneur
Merci de ta croyance
Merci de ta guidance
Confiance en soi
Mon coeur me parle de toi
Ta beauté
Ton coeur de charité
Bien aimé
Tu as contruit le coeur à tes meubles
Nous sommes ton peuple
Coeur d'Alene, Heart of the Awl,
gem of the north,
you tamed my hatred of this desert state
and gave me sunlight sparkling on
blue lakes under scented pines.
Plein de tendresse
Toujours prête à aidé
S'entraider
Sourire sans effort
Poursuit notre corps
La vie elle est belle
Avec Jésus la vie réelle
Toujours notre appui
Il détruit tout ennuies
Le temps du coeur
Avancer sans frayeur
Béni du Saint Esprit
Jésus nous suit
Sa main à nos côtés
Nous allons toujours avancer
Du Bon Dieu sa vision
Voilà notre mission
Notre Champion
Notre lumière à notre lampion
Jésus sécure chaque évangile
Nous somme bien béni avec son huile
Oh Jésus-Christ
Notre ami
A appri à parler
Jamais besoin de voir
Pour toujours y croire
Miraculeux
Nous sommes parmis eux
Famille du Saint Esprit
Nous sommes avec lui
Nos coeurs réjoui
Au début j'y suis
Amour de paix
Sans regret
La gande aventure
Le Bon Dieu nous assure
mon amour
poursuis tes rêves
il n’y a pas de temps à perdre
rejette toute trace d’énergie négative
piètre pluie sur le dos d’un canard
la vie est si courte
Translated from my poem WITH ALL YOUR HEART
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Approach, slow, steady, a padlock chained gate
Stand still, calm, resolute, you might be let in
Proceed, easy, savor, it was worth the wait
Breathe in, breathe out, fragrant air of the garden
The sacred space of her heart, tended by fate
Light shines, illuminates, bounces off the skin
Dazzled, awe, how long did this take to form
Cultivated by all pain, love, and storm
Look, left, different flowers, each with a name
Closer, see, a rose, pink, gentle and sweet
And then, an aster, pale, wild and untamed
Moreover, a pansy, vibrant, bittersweet
But mixed in with the flowers, see bindweed, bane
Look, right, a plot, seems to have a planted seed
A closer look, your name, it’s just as well
The plant, a mystery, that fate will tell
It would never be the same
this heart, aching in the moment,
growing “a la Grinch”,
seeded with a look, a gaze
gossamer, this veil of lust
this gentle coup of crown and throne
this empty castle - drawbridge down.
©6/21/2018
for Seven lines of romantic heaven Poetry Contest
Mon cœur est pur
Comme la nature
Je te voie dans mes rêves
Pour moi tu vaux cher
Est-ce que tu le vois est-ce que tu l’sens
Que je t’aime énormément
S.V.P fais-moi signe
Tu es ma feuille de vigne
Je regarde souvent
Je pense à toi tout le temps
Je suis en amour
Avec toi et ton sens d’humour
Je pense que le sais
Que je t’aime pour qui tu es
Je t’ai écrit ce poème
Parce que je t’aime
Est-ce que tu le vois est-ce que tu l’sens
Que je t’aime énormément
Fais-moi signe maintenant
Je t’attend depuis longtemps
Haya He He He He
Haya He He He He
Haya He He He He
Haya He He He He
Est-ce que tu le vois est-ce que tu l’sens
Que je t’aime énormément
S.V.P fais-moi signe
Tu es ma feuille de vigne
the empty chambers
of a heart buried deep,
low beneath a vibrant earth,
darkly fed by brackish storms
washed into catchbasins
wetly percolate through broken clay
through caverns delved by mineral roots
building languid waves
silent currents pushed upon
borders of an unseen shore
burbled by eyeless minnows
flushed by distant moons
as the weight of earth above
expands the slurried ache
of a lighter place
of a softer face
a notion gentle bumps along
carried on iron platelets
deep past rasping ventricles
contracted
expanded
contracted
through derelict cataracts
rising above to clean artesian
spent in marble fountains
and walking by in swelted heat
startled by the cool curtain
she smiles.
It Pitter-Patters Down My Heart
(Another possible translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Il pleure dans mon cœur » by T. Wignesan)
It pitter-patters down my heart
Just as it does over the town.
What’s this languorous thought
Which creeps into my heart ?
Oh ! the gentle tred of the rain
On the ground and on roof-tops !
For a heart which is in chagrin
Oh ! the music that is rain !
It rains without rhyme or cause
In this heart which constricts.
What ! No treacherous force ?
Plunges me in mourning’s remorse.
Well, the worst possible sentence
Is to leave me with not even a clue,
Bereft of love and hate - whence
My heart founders under sentence.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I was sprawled
on red leather,
the first time I was struck
in a serenity of ebony silk
and I was moving
when all affection
left the atmosphere
~~~
my clock winds
ever forward,
but out ‘there’
time holds no meaning,
(for me)
black tendrils from
night-land,
reach down
teasing my heart
from its moorings,
and relocate it
to the moon
(along with all the other
flames of night)
~~~
when I finally disembarked
the HK , and the mice
had all scampered to the attic
Ben E.King made magic
in moments
and my affaire,
with the universe
had begun
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