The poetic image is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.
– Gaston Bachelard
If memories invade souls and minds,
and mirrors reflect perception,
it must follow that whispers
reach into our psyche,
replaying aural
collages that
echo of
distant
past.
Categories:
gaston, memory, mirror,
Form: Nonet
Elena's cooking is so much desired.
A wonderful chef, she is to admire.
Her Lasagna is all our favorite.
You want to eat slow, and just savor it.
Italian dishes are her Specialty.
Marinara sauce over Ziti with cheese.
She has many mouth watering dishes.
They are worth their weight in Gold
and riches.
A sweet aroma comes from her kitchen.
Great food there, you don't know what you're missing.
A wonderful wife and mother she is.
Judy and I, send her this Birthday wish.
May all your days be filled with love,
and receive great blessings from God
above.
May all your wishes do come true.
Great health and love for Gus and You.
Tavi G, Rusty, Judy, Me and Gaston
want to wish you Elena a Happy and
Wonderful Birthday today. God bless
you and Gus (Tavi) Briana, and my boy
Brandon.
Categories:
gaston, birthday,
Form: Rhyme
the greatest lumberjack
Rufus the Lumberjack
the greatest hunter
Jo Lion Guinea Pig
THE BIGGEST FISHERMAN
Mr of the hooks
THE GREATEST VOCALIST
Paulinho Mouth of Singer
THE LUCKIEST
Gaston Luck
THE POOREST
João Nobody nowhere man!
THE BIGGEST "CORN"
Golden Horn Morgado
THE MOST SENSITIVE
Hyacinth Pleasures
THE MOST POPULAR
Jo Pop love
THE BIGGEST BUILDER
John Clay
THE GREATEST CARPENTER
woodpecker
THE BIGGEST GRAVE DIVINE
Anonymous Grave
THE GREATEST GARDENER
Daisy Flowers
THE BIGGEST GREEN
Zé of Cabbages....
THE GREATEST OF THE RICH
UNCLE PATINHAS...
THE GREATEST AMONG THOSE WHO CRY
It's not a mourner,
is the singer Choráo...
FOOTBALL'S GREATEST SUPER HERO
Atletico MG football player,Hulk...!
THE GREATEST ACCOUNTANT ECONOMIST
OF FINANCIAL FLAWS
THE BIGGEST SELLER IN MOURNING
ZÉ DO CAIXÄO - John Coffin
THE BIGGEST ATHLETE
Athlete's foot
BIGGEST POET OF ALL
Anyone from Poetry Soup... !
Categories:
gaston, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
bon vivant Gaston
precocious carefree Gigi. . .
courtesan or wife
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
Categories:
gaston, film, french, friendship, girl,
Form: Haiku
(The writer Bourget is discussing the murder of
his friend, Gaston Calmette. Sixte is the hero of
one of Bourget's novels. Proust, another novelist,
lived in the street where the murder occurred.
Sorel was a pre-Fascist philosopher.)
3. Paul Bourget
I wonder why she'd do it? It's unclear,
at least to me, why Calmette had to die.
Unless we penetrate the sleek veneer,
we'll never know the who, the how, the why.
Like Sixte, assailed by Greslou's angry mother,
poor Calmette had to square the circle, and
make heat and ice accord with one another.
One might as well try growing rice on sand.
Perhaps the novelist may be of use.
The fellow Proust lives near, at one-three-three.
He'll know how human nature's an abstruse,
illogical, symbolic pot-pourri.
Or Sorel is the moral. We're not free.
For all our empty talk of Liberty,
our lives are ruled by (could we only see!)
the crude determinist machinery
that novels have. For such lèse-majesté
he got his just come-uppance. Ça suffit.
Categories:
gaston, history,
Form: Rhyme
(Calmette, the editor of "Le Figaro" newspaper,
is ending his chat with his friend, Burget, as he
returns to his office. The "other Lipps" refers to
the Brasserie Lipps, a fashionable Paris restaurant.
He's pleased to see a glamorous woman awaiting
him, but does not realise she is about to murder him.)
2. Gaston Calmette
Just think? How? Yesterday? He was? (Alive
to women's charms, dear Bourget, I must take
my leave of you. A lady has arrived,
and I must sacrifice all, for her sake.)
You'll dine with me tonight? I want to know
just how the story ends. Forgive the quip,
but duty calls: I see her waiting, so
I'll try these lips, and then the other Lipps.
Just after five. Chapelle Expiatoire.
I'll soon be finished here: shall we say eight?
Let's dress for dinner -- what of rouge-et-noir?
I'm sure that one of us will show up late!
I wonder who she is, and what she wants.
A woman, on her own -- it makes no sense.
So beautifully-dressed. Not one who haunts
hacks' offices. Une dame d'influence.
What could her reason be for calling here,
I wonder? Why she'd do it - it's unclear.
Categories:
gaston, history,
Form: Rhyme
(Christine)
And in my dreams he sings to my young soul,
he is darkness, passion, lust,
and he is beautiful.
He is obsession, danger and desire,
hiding in labyrinth catacombs his disfigured face,
a scar I do not see.
He lives his shadowy existence,
feared by all
behind a mask he hides.
He is the Phantom of the Opera,
the grand Paris Opera House.
He has taught my voice to sing, sweet and strong,
while terrorizing all who care for me,
yet, I cannot resist his love.
He has created an underground palace, dazzling.
Yet, there is another who offers me romance,
he is handsome and has a quiet safety to offer me,
so, I must turn away, my love.
He is the Phantom of the Opera,
the grand Paris Opera House.
(Phantom)
Go, forget me, let me go, it is over.
_______________________________
November 13, 2016
Poetry/Lyric/Tragic Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-849-707-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Phantom Lyrics
Sponsor, The Seeker
Inspired by the song, Phantom Of The Opera(it made me weep)
and the book written by Gaston Leroux, 1910, Horror Novel
Sixth Place
Categories:
gaston,
Form: Lyric
In the fifties, just a lad
Cheering locals with me Dad
2nd tier, watch 'em play,
Mannion, Peacock, Clough and Day
Swinging 60s, working man
Got the fever, diehard fan,
3rd division, hear the moans,
Fernie, Irvine, Gibson, Jones
70s and flying high
Set 'em free and watch 'em fly
Goals galore and endless thrills,
Souness, Maddren, Boam and Mills
80s now, heartache, gloom
Dying dreams, impending doom,
Bright young lads dispel those cares
Parky, Mowbray, Cooper, Pears
Nineties riches all around
World class players, brand new ground
Things get better, things get worse,
Boksic, Rava, Juno, Merse
Noughties came we won a cup
Sadly down then followed up
Prognosis not looking good,
Southgate, Alves, Mido, Flood
Banners out now Aitor's here,
Time for hope and time for cheer
Hopeful how this one will end
Nugent, Clayton, Downing, Friend
Got it done, got it right,
With the big boys, the top flight,
Staying strong, see this through,
Gaston, Gibbo, Fabio, N'sue.
Paid me dues, done the miles,
Shed the tears, worn the smiles
Shook me 'ead in despair, praise
Times I've had on BORO DAYS.
Categories:
gaston, angst, beauty,
Form: Ballade
Relaxing in my very own, rustic tavern
Pondering with a mug full of beer
After a day of hunting in a dark cavern
With my latest kill of a rare deer
Standing around on a bear rug was LeFou
Chatting non-stop with his usual big mouth
Most of the time, he's such a complete fool
Why do I even bother having him around...
Antlers in all of my interior decorating
What's all really there for?
As there's only one thing on wanting
The most beautiful girl I could crave for
It's going to be my precious trophy
To have her and claim her as my wife
She'll never refuse me, I'm so manly
This is a must-win prize of my life
Everyone in town will always adore me
My beautiful muscles, strong must go on
The most intimidating, definitely got to be
YES! No one is more perfect than Gaston!
Categories:
gaston, character, funny, humor, image,
Form: Narrative