In its special serpentine style too deep to fathom
while submersed beneath I was surprised to see
the world's second most venomous reptile
a striped Dubois' sea snake swim by me
when forewarned of dangers quirky lurking in the deep
altho' arriving suitably attired with fins mask and snorkel
it was sufficient to almost scare me out of my diving skin
so severe as to make my heart skip flip or turn turtle
but being bold brave of heart and fleet of flippered-foot
swiftly did I surely doggy-paddle safely away
tho' no harm was done to me a close call or so it seemed to be
which I survived to recount alive here on this another day
louis hayet
alfred finch&
verhaeren
.. then
georges lemmen
angrand henri cross
van de velde &
albert dubois-pillet
& lets
not forget
camille&lucien
father&son pissarro
you may know
maximillan luce
jan toorup&
van rysselberghe
& you'll already heard
of
signac &seurat
stand so tall
pointilliste*
one&all
*neo-impressioniste. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neo-Impressionism
Saying goodbye to all that’s past,
tomorrow slipped away
The moment cherished, the instant pure
—living for today
(Dubois Wyoming: September, 2021)
He goes by the name of Dizzy, for he is a dancing dervish
On the banjo his fingertips always pick’n a lively tune
His mama was from Dixie and his papa was a busking man
They lived a simple life sharing music on the streets
Or playing the lowland bars on a rowdy Thursday night
Now Dizzy is bent and even a bit stooped, all grizzled with grey
A slow shuffling man whose hard luck never got him down
Every Friday noon you’ll find him sitt’n with the AA folks
Following along and do’n the steps, his banjo playing a song
Then he heads off downtown to his favorite corner spot
Dizzy remembers his papa preforming here not many years ago
As his fingers tingle to feel the vibrations on the strings
He releases the notes of the banjo’s twang and his little jig step
He bows to the memory of his mama, blowing her a little kiss
He’s the last of his family and his name is Dizzy Danny Dubois
EPITAPH for ALPHONSE
Neath this stone lies Alphonse Dubois
Funambulist of Avoirdupois
Might have lived a bit longer
Had the rope been stronger
19 April 2019
Zora Neal saw that Their Eyes Were Watching God, when
Toni Morrison heard The Song of Solomon, and
James Baldwin Told It on the Mountain, while
W.E.B. DuBois embraced The Souls of Black Folks
Richard Wright was a Black Boy, that’s why
Dr. Maya Angelo Knew Why the Caged Bird Sang
Iyana Vanzant found Peace Within Pieces, when
Lorraine Hansberry ate a Raisin in the Sun, while
Terry McMillian was Waiting to Exhale
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Raise Your Hands
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2013
Raise
your hand
black
prince
and
black
princess -
Don't
be ashamed
to show
America,
just how
intelligent
you are -
Know who
your
ancestors
were -
know who
you are -
Raise
your hand,
be proud,
and
confident
about
your
righteous
place
in society -
You listened -
you learned -
you put in
the work -
Now
walk straight
in honor
of your
people,
who have
gone on
before you -(;)
Bending
there
backs
as slaves
to
pave
your way -
Raise
your hand;
keep 'em up,
you came
from royalty,
Kings
and
Queens -
So hold
your head
up
with
dignity -
Thurgood
Marshall,
Raised
his hand -
W.E.B
Dubois,
and
Barrack
Obama -
Raised
their hands -
be proud,
of who
you are -
Don't be
ashamed
to show
America,
just how
intelligent
you are -
Late 80s, Quebec, Ville de Lasalle,
A piece of my life, a piece of me,
I left behind; Fait accompli.
What I miss most? Je ne sais quoi!
Cartoons! Lagaffe, Robin Dubois!
Bicycle rides with my good friends,
Next to the river, along the bends.
I left behind a piece of my life…
There is an endless sea that engulfs all dreams
There is a land of sand that has no time
There is a sun that glows and a moon that shines
But what does all this, have to do with time?
A world and life that reflects beauty
A day is all we have, to embrace it fully
Moments of time is what we have
No past to regret no tomorrow to follow.
Today you’ll live a moment in time
As today, like any other day… is always today!
©Elisabeth Dubois 2011
The birds are chirping, the sun is beaming
Why is today so very frightening
It is a day like any other,
No reason to feel this ugly quiver
Am I alone, can no one feel?
This nasty pain that feels so real
Am I able to carry on?
Or do I wait but nothing comes.
It makes no sense to trap ourselves
No sense to care for someone else
Love is a trap for one and all,
All of our creatures great or small
The sun will shine, the birds will sing
Again tomorrow, or so it seems
A lonely moment by a lonely soul
Really makes no…no difference at all.
©Elisabeth Dubois
A petal falls as morning dawns
flutters and sways gently aground
a light breeze may carry it away
before nature finalizes decay
the golden rose from whence it came
stands bare, its grace dismayed
a bud, a bloom, a scent to please
offers memories of what has been
a cycle of life, or so it seems
a moment in time or merely a dream
did we note its wonderful bloom
or did it live in solitude
too short a life to go unseen
beauty bounds within our realms
reflect on all of nature’s being
before we near our final sleep
© Elisabeth Dubois – March – 2011
Amongst the countless grains of sand
I sit and gather some in hand
A moonless sky is up tonight
Glittering stars with all their might
The grains of sands I dare compare
To the stars above to which I stare
The mind assumes it comprehends
Although it only makes amend
Am I a figment or just a dream?
Or maybe just a being supreme
Do I exist and does it matter
As time passes and things get darker
And what is time and how do we measure
A second, a minute or something bigger
Can we equate our life to be?
Something as simple as energy
I have no answers to all there is
Nor do I wish to even perceive
Whatever I am, I just accept
As answers remain quite inept
©Elisabeth Dubois – Dec, 2011
With open hands I touch my mirror
A moment of darkness becomes much clearer
As my body transcends into its realm
I am entranced and totally overwhelmed
Darkness subsides and a dream-like effect
Takes over my being, in every aspect.
So light, so free and yet so confused
As to where I am although slightly enthused
Have I fallen, am I dreaming,
What is this space where I am standing
Am I standing or maybe lying
Nothing around to get my bearing
A sudden rush of warmth surrounds me
A gentle heart-beat resonates within me
My need for breath becomes reality
My mind is pure and free from memory
A push, a shove, breaks up my world
As things around begin to swirl
A painful slap to make me cry
Re-birthed to give it another try
©Elisabeth Dubois Dec – 2011
The world is bleak the world is dark
There is no spark left in my life
A worthless journey with worthless goals
Made up with years of empty holes
There is no future there is no gain
Just a life so filled with pain
Treasured things so out of reach
Were never meant for me to keep
I had so wished to find a love
That moulded just like hand and glove
I always gave an inch or two
To keep a love that felt so true
So much to give, so much to share
With one that cared enough to care
I have no wish to struggle on
The war is over the world has won
©Elisabeth Dubois – 2012
To find true love is such a thrill
Your heart pounds hard against your will
Glowing eyes and loving smile
Make you believe it’s all worthwhile
Apart for long you cannot be
I need to have you close to me
To hug, to hold, or merely kiss
Just thoughts of you are simply bliss
As time goes by our love unites
And no more dark and lonely nights
You are my sunshine and my desire
There’s nothing else that I require
©Elisabeth Dubois – 2012
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