I could stay for hours under the sun
to contemplate bouquets of primroses,
to listen to the buzzing of insects,
To contemplate their petals, the shape of hearts,
I could stay for hours if no one comes,
to absorb the happiness of such delicate flowers,
Ah, wasting your time is always winning it,
Wasting your time, it’s an art, it’s a work,
It takes the help of God and wild nature,
To understand the soul of things, symbols,
I could stay for hours in the sun.
Contemplating primrose bouquets.
Je pourrais rester des heures sous le soleil
à contempler des bouquets de primevères,
à écouter le bourdonnement des insectes,
à contempler leurs pétales en forme de cœur,
Je pourrais rester des heures si nul ne vient,
à absorber le bonheur des fleurs si délicates,
Ah, perdre son temps, c’est toujours le gagner,
Perdre son temps , c’est un art, c’est une œuvre,
Il faut l’aide de Dieu et de la nature sauvage,
Pour comprendre l’âme des choses, des symboles,
Je pourrais rester des heures sous le soleil.
À contempler des bouquets de primevères.
It is said there is perfect forme
through the sands of time
where the shape of one
becomes two...
an emerging tone
each passing stone
becomes a note in the wind
and a quote in the mind
as the matter of a string
revolves to sing
where life divides...
" growth "
while appearing to die
really doesn't
only in the kind eye
of a storm
can seeds travel on to a far
taking rest in soils rich with air
there...
in the Hour where God said to care...
did a simple call
to believe
in us all
appear...
amid a beautiful sound
to behold
Enjoying a snack
On my plate with a grilled cheese
The dog comes running
It is time to share my snack
Some forme, some for the dog
Soak into your senses
Stop stepping down your standards for someone's satisfaction
Your skeptical because selflessness sent you staggering
Stumbling and succumbing to something you are not
Something stagnantly synthetic
Submerged under the surface
Something inside you sees the shackles separating you from sustainment
Trying to salvage the shortcomings and sever the shady feelings of the struggle
Be satisfied to step up and stand out
You are sterling in singularity
Crie - Forme um exército de dois guerreiros
Para prosperar
na vida e nos negócios
Forme um exército
Com dois guerreiros poderosos:
a paciência e o tempo.
O guerreiro Tempo
É sempre livre.
você pode usá-lo.
pode mantê-lo,
como pode perde-lo.
O guerreiro Paciência é ativo
nunca passivo.
Paciência é o guerreiro que espera
e continua a fazer sempre mais
quando tudo pode ser difícil e lento.
You make my day
This say
Love is your way
Your bright as can be
smile FOrMe
Dear Zo did you have an eidolon
Did you leave me and find
Nothing but love darling
Oh darling youwere the most
Did you have to india
Was christ not enough
Perhaps it was the dark eidolon
how wasyour time inthe asylum darling
So ifyou need me
i have your heart safe oh
it is well unlike ohdarling
that's forme thank you bye
darling
Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre! This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen eye get holm. Butt now theirs too
blew wales inn wiaves- there water spouts just blue!
Whether getting worse, kneed two sea weather
it's my thyme too lieve since wynd now blows it’s
grate, whiled sounds awl across the see, witch great
allowed and shriek. Could bee, I’m knot aloud
write hear two stay- dew knot want gnus too right,
“Sum man fell inn the see and payed the some
witch cost his life from storms angry whiled which.”
Week legs mite make mi sync and fall; eh weak
wood pass before they fined mi with eh would
bored inn my grippe from roe boat beet and board
bye waives and whild wynds that kame and flue buy.
Eye no, its thyme too lieve, cum back wen aye
cee com, and eye can stay eh wile two sea
wails jump inn waives without the wynd’s whiled whales.
April 7, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Only Homo’s Allowed
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 04/30/2015
(Homophones)
En regardant les peintures,
je me rend compte d'un monde des génies,
où les choses racontaient des choses sans demander,
où il n'existait pas la trahison,
où la nature était en pleine forme,
où pour être belle une fille n'avait pas besoin de changer sa forme.
En regardant les peintures...
Lost in a vertical field
Stretched over a wire,
Cut into a shape,
Hanging on wet folds ...
The sun moves and dazzled me,
... I'll be drunk by the white
Cleared to everyone eyes,
Already waving, and pushed by the wind,
Until going out of the canvas,
And thus losing my shadow.
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RC
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translated from french...
see below...
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Egaré dans un champ vertical,
Tendu sur un fil,
Découpé en une forme,
Accrochée aux plis humides …
Le soleil se déplace et m’éblouit,
… Je serai bientôt bu par le blanc ,
Effacé aux yeux de tous,
Déjà ondulant, et poussé par le vent,
Jusqu’à sortir de la toile,
Et perdant ainsi mon ombre.
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we have hope
the votes spoke
there' be a change
forme the same oh thing
there will be some tears
and some fears
he can make a stand
in
FOUR MORE YEARS
Alternating Major and minor
Sitting
Being cloud-tossed
Emotionally abused
Heart-struck!
I will myself never ending amused
Deeply purposely used
How that poet knew how well
That Ravel
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