She said I love you.
I said I love you.
The waitress said I love you.
The table of ten said I love you.
Am I in a movie?
Will they soon break out in song?
We broke out in laughter.
It’s all right though it feels all wrong.
Perhaps the whole world could learn -
unashamedly exclaim the same;
and laughter, likewise engages the heart.
~ ~ ~
Elle a dit je t’aime.
J’ai dit je t'aime.
La serveuse a dit je t’aime.
La table de dix personnes a dit je t’aime.
Suis-je dans un film?
Vont-ils bientôt se mettre a chanter?
Nous avons éclaté de rire.
C’est bien, même si ça semble mal.
Peut-être que le monde entier pourrait apprendre -
s’exclamer sans honte la même chose;
et le rire engage également le cœur.
.
she giggles
when i return home
she giggles
when we shower
she giggles
when i remind her
of ourn young
les raisons
quatre a dix sont
sont
enferme' dans mon
engramme
;)
Quatre-vingts jours
On Duolingo and I’m still
in the present tense which
is fine as I still make mistakes
masculine et feminine are a bit
of a toss but I’m getting better
lesson by lesson and I have
cent et dix-huit crowns et
trois cent quarante-six lingos
whatever they are.
I’m best at translating français écrit
to written English and am getting
better at transcribing français parlé
but to be honest, I must admit that
mon français oralé is halting at
best and it’s not helped by the
covid-19 self-distancing/lockdown
as my Continuing Education course
FRENCH II is in limbo with every
thing else and we haven’t had a class
for weeks and when I look at the
class notes it seems we’re stuck
au milieu de passé impartait
et futur proche.
SENTIR PEU?
SENTIR PEU!
SAY SENTIR PEU, TUPI FAIT?
NO, NO, SI SAY YE SETIR PEU: TUPI FAIT!
SO, SAY YE QUEIT?
NO SAY YE LOUD!
WHY SAY LOUD?
LAISSE MOI TAIMER
PARCE QU'IL N'A
PAS ATTEINT LE TOP DIX
QUELQUE DROI
CES CORNES ET CORDES!
SI FRUSTRE
ESSAYEZ ENCORE
COMBATTRE LE SENTIMENT
CELA POUR DE URAIES
FARNES DE CHANSON DE TRUCS.
SONS DE BASSE
CHANSON D'AMOUR
CONTRACTS FAIRE DE l'ARENT!
JE sAIS QUE
c'EST dROIT!
THEY SPOKE OF THE SONG
"NINETY THOUSAND OF IT!"
The French call it "dix" - the Romans used X
The number of lords that are leaping Xmas
The total of fingers and thumbs on both hands
The base used for metric - both metres and grams
Count hydrogen atoms in compound butane
Downing Street doorstep, our PM's domain
Legs on a lobster and all decapods
Commandments and plagues that were given by God
The number of toes on the end of our feet
The lines in this poem - that makes it all neat
CYBERLOVE
Through time and space, you've come and found me here,
at first I guessed that you were only dreams,
that come and go, so far away, yet near,
and in a time where nothings as it seems.
Too much of you fell on me from the start,
from out of night, where winds of love are blown,
deep in another time, as if a part,
of all I've ever been and ever known.
Deep in a candle flame, that burning sight,
I feel you near, across the universe,
and touch your love, bounced from a satellite,
and make of you my blessing and my curse.
No matter--you've become my love again,
from out of cyberspace, where you have been.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet aka Ron Wilson
Fort Dix, NJ
THE BOYS WHO WOULD BE KING
by Ron Arbuthnot
Dear Prince, I've dreamt your crown sets on my head,
Like many USA boys, in our prime
Not fantasy, but stuff of dreams, instead,
So we could shape the world and in our time;
So we could lead the dreamers in their quest
For God's Divinity, that sweetness for the soul,
For Goodness, Mercy, Hope, and all the rest
Of qualities that make life's worthy goal.
W've loved your Mother, as we know she's you,
And hands you down, these matters from her past,
To show mankind, that love alone can do,
Not very much without what makes a love to last.
Yes, I have dreamt I'd wear your crown one day,
In stuff of dreams, that God will bring your way.
God Save the Queen
God Save the King
Prince Charles Prince of Wales
Prince William Duke of Caimbridge
Ron Arbuthnot aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Fort Dix, McGuire AFB NJ The Colonies
...en l'an soixante-dix de mon age...
All the familiar names from our youth
now belong to aged, unfamiliar faces.
Even my own reflection startles
as I pass the mirror
hanging in the hall.
Suddenly, we are old.
And, although taken by surprise,
we must accommodate reality --
perhaps convince ourselves
how lucky we survivors are --
how much better that we wear
these flaccid faces, these worn-out bodies,
these aids and apparatuses,
than to have ended
while in almost-mint condition.
But these are mere macabre,
septuagenarian musings.
So, let's forget all that!
Turn up the music
and hear us murmur,
in weakly mordant, fatalistic,
untriumphant chorus:
"We're still here!"
Remembering that night of you
the peak of what mere light can do,
those tiny rainbows shone,
to what was mine alone,
about your neck in purple, gold and blue.
from hiding deep within the sea,
in oyster shells, so perfectly,
the treasure is all mine,
continueing to shine,
throughout my very fondest memory.
Your string of pearls, and no regrets,
led me to where no mind forgets,
my coming on for you,
was all that I could do,
beyond a loving dare, or losing bets.
Becoming one of those you wear,
about your neck, touching your hair,
I'll be a loving stone,
like you have never known,
and strung upon your necklace there.
Breath deeply, I will be with you,
when you're most needing someone who
has loved you just because;
and for what good it was;
who'd die to be another pearl for you.
REV 01/31/2011 Ft Dix NJ
Art
in the
bakery-
will she buy this
one
Tribute to Johanna Ey artf=dealer/artists friend
Johaanna Ey by Otto Dix
http://www.mess.net/galleria/dix/ey.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johanna_Ey
Living below the low of slow roll
dyeing above the bow in fast sail
failNG front the sow is last paul
baylin flaps the lap si four call
wishin blips the cap tu tres papi
living clips the mam or thee ocho
caving snaps the wig or twig thee
oaring water the dig tu sing fall
winter sings the sun of life agua
cellin beans the lit pa wite bose
giving loves the kit su fite rite
spelin fours the pay if tres paso
quedes ledrs the foe is four tree
living lives the tea of fact free
tuGGin grass the Pep si ever mEEn
loving sings the SEA tu AMOR PaPa
bellow rings the til in THEE NOAN
writin green the man tu Over aGIN
pissin queen the tax me seen meAn
lackin picks the sax ol navy SEaL
cadets craps the SOY IN PLAY FOIL
CLAYIN SAVER THE FAD OF COLD CULR
LOSING BLEAD THE DIX IN CORE COST
FEVERN BLACK THE TIX OF FOUR WALK
LOVING LIVIN THE SEX SI CASE TRES
THININ PINNE THE PAC OF MAID TIES
FEELIN FREED THE LIP ES NADA PIDE
LIVING LYIVE THE CAL OF NORA WISE
PRISMS EVENY THE RAX OF KILO WITE
SLIGHT EYENG THE PAZ TU FOUR GIZE
TELLIN SEOUL THE EXA PU EVER GREW