Praising certain people..Of various stripe.'
In a multitude, of positions... is part of
Our human type.' Its quite easy to observe.
Why it does happen.? Encouragement is needed some light ( not too overpowering! )
And in this event something great is ceded.' Lets
Suppose you laud Dickens or Twain or Sam Adams or Churchill or De Gaulle, or Revere.? You will find one thing repeated..
And i'm not just being drear.' Dickens was want to womanise, Twain had his 'angel fish?' Churchill was an occoultist..Despite
What you might wish.? I shall not bore you
Further.. For such appears to me.? All humankind who praise or rise.? In death they presently be.' So lift your mind and eyes and soul..And praise the Eternal Lord
Whose kingdom is neverending.' And who
Can deliver us 'through His Word.)
Re-live the nineteen-sixties? Don't! We all
imagine mop-tops, surf, free love and sun,
conveniently forgetting Watts, De Gaulle,
the Tet Offensive, Audrey Hepburn's nun.
Imagine! Mop-tops, surf, free love - and sun!
Transistor radios, Italian suits!
The Tet Offensive? Audrey Hepburn? None
of those can overshadow kinky boots!
Transistor radios. Italian suits,
the spirit of the age - la dolce vita!
No woes can overshadow kinky boots,
The Fugitive, short skirts, the parking meter!
The spirit of the age! La dolce vita!
Your Normal Joe thinks former times were "swell":
The Fugitive, short skirts, the parking meter!
To get to know Uhura, really well!
Your Normal Joe thinks former times were "swell".
He wants to join the Enterprise's crew,
to get to know Uhura really well,
and satisfy that inner yearning, too.
He wants to join the Enterprise's crew,
conveniently forgetting Watts, De Gaulle,
and satisfy that inner yearning to
re-live the nineteen-sixties. Don't we all?
He once through a party 35 million dollars I'm told
Today worth 220 million dollars Spent by Kristi Nome
Never mention the current famine, with 80,000 deaths
Because he wanted a party, a Ballroom to empress
They call it Annexation the taking of one's land
Just like The Gulf of Mexico originally in the plan.
He traveled trips around the world
Shaking hands his etiquette unfurled
Attending funerals of high degree
Charles de Gaulle, John F. Kennedy
Calling himself king of kings
And his kingdom once again seen
But to reality was different scene
Punishing Coups and Plotters
With violence against democracy
Poverty was forgot
Disguised with Peace Conferences
Silence is preferred
Human rights, Economic Progress, Civil Liberties
Though listed they go deferred
The signing of a contract called a Treaty
A nation at war a nation of the needy
Two different languages hiding the facts
What kind of men would do such an act
Some say to others why did they hide the facts
The comparison of each shows a picture to me
What we see coming and what things will be
Here I am again
Penning the Epic
Narrative of 21st century
Literature, (so far):
~ Introduction ~
The faster it rises
The swifter it falls
Exhibition number one
Charles de Gaulle
Indubitubely – oops
Indubitubbly – twice oops
Indubaitably – thrice oops
@#$%^%&*%$#
Fetch me my 'Pakistani 6th-Grader's Guide to
Flawless American English,' Comrade Spelchekhov
Crazy winter's day in Paris when the snow falls
Kids all around throw to each other snowballs
The Eiffel Tower has a backdrop of snow
Residents and tourists have coffee to go
I walk on the Avenue Charles -de-Gaulle
All the time the snow continues to fall
No fashion parade on the Champs Elysees today
Too much snow has unfortunately got in the way
Motorists in their Citroëns still drive too fast
Walkers like me prepare for another icy blast
Where are the artists in Montmartre I wonder
Painting in the snow would be a terrible blunder
I arrive at my destination not a moment too soon
Wishing for the warmth and sunshine of June
So it's off with my coat as I prepare my meal
A winter's day in Paris is for sure one big deal
Biography
I have tried to make a biography of myself
I managed three pages and found my life was so boring
it was not worth the effort.
I began fantasizing I had been a general in the foreign legion
worked in central Africa as in security agent
finding out of people who wanted a free country and not influenced
by Franc`s interest in the region.
Unfortunate people were thrown into jail and some of them executed.
I helped France installing presidents who took bribes
and followed the will of the French.
Later on, Paris, I got information that someone was trying
to assassinate the De Gaulle, they were disgruntled officer that had
fled Algeria when France gave it independence, by doing so
was to make the region a Francophone sphere.
As an agent, I reported this the crazy generals went through with it
and an attempt on De Gaulle´s life followed.
Of course, the plot was thwarted and the guilty shot.
I got bad conscience about my work left the legion and got a job as a cook in the merchant navy, and that is nothing to write about.
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 11
STANZA X
Even as this Royal Lay comes to an end
Yet one more crime hatched on one more ruse and lie
Gets committed to drive this one round the bend:
“Bite the bait, harrowed be, before you die!”
Same message for more than half a century
The Kafkayesque trial that wastes energy:
Witnesses who’d gladly turn King’s evidence
Lawyers who’d hoodwink you and make no pretence
The migrant crowd trained to oust you out of bounds
To please authority Left or Right of fence
Independent de Gaulle men gone from home grounds.
ENVOI
“Freemasons Grand Orient kind take offence,
Want you kept down whatever your innocence:
At the highest level this decision stands!”
Said de Gaulle Police Chief in-charge of defence.
Independent de Gaulle men gone from home grounds.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
France is now ruled by Macroniens,
A species of urban boboniens,
Passably bright,
Not too far Right,
But perhaps just the latest d….d phonyens.
To keep France in order, the PoF
Must avoid moves might put them off :
An appeal to the Centre
Is a smart way to enter,
But too motley his triumph to bring off.
Credit, and how ! where credit is due,
Macron’s talent is rivalled by few.
He’s redrawn for the times
The political lines,
Like Bonaparte, de Gaulle and their crew.
His hold on power is complete,
Jupiter with cast hyper-elite.
No proles are in sight,
Now that can’t be right,
They may come to think he’s a cheat.
Re-live the nineteen-sixties? Don't! We all
imagine mop-tops, surf, free love and sun,
conveniently forgetting Watts, De Gaulle,
the Tet Offensive, Audrey Hepburn's nun.
Imagine! Mop-tops, surf, free love - and sun!
Transistor radios, Italian suits!
The Tet Offensive? Audrey Hepburn? None
of those can overshadow kinky boots!
Transistor radios. Italian suits
the spirit of the age - la dolce vita!
No woes can overshadow kinky boots,
The Fugitive, short skirts, the parking meter!
The spirit of the age! La dolce vita!
Your Normal Joe thinks former times were "swell":
The Fugitive, short skirts, the parking meter!
To get to know Uhura, really well!
Your Normal Joe thinks former times were "swell".
He wants to join the Enterprise's crew,
to get to know Uhura really well,
and satisfy that inner yearning, too.
He wants to join the Enterprise's crew,
conveniently forgetting Watts, De Gaulle,
and satisfy that inner yearning to
re-live the nineteen-sixties. Don't we all?
One month in May, I journeyed far,
winged through the sky t’wards Eastern star,
to land upon the Charles de Gaulle,
grand port of ile de France’s sprawl,
live city where studied Renoir.
A taxi to a ville by car,
this ville oh Vesinet not far,
walked round the ibis lake to loll,
one month in May.
Then back to gates of iron bar,
round homes of which it seems there are,
the old grey ghosts of France in all.
They walk baguettes down lonely hall,
the men in black, women in shawl,
one month in May.
A Trip to Paris
By Elton Camp
On the shuttle bus from de Gaulle airport
Is the first thing candor requires to report
Body odor was no doubt that horrible smell
In the city we could often detect urine as well
Seeing the French with their dogs was a delight
But their manure littering the sidewalks is a sight
But when nature calls for the humans it’s a mess
They clean their toilets once in a while, I guess
Another strange thing about toilets that I must say
If you want to use them, then be prepared to pay
And the car drivers are just as reckless as can be
Besides that, many obnoxious scooters you see
Scooters often go the wrong way down the street
And even on sidewalks you are likely them to meet
But the main thing that really makes me quite mad
Some don’t speak English and others only very bad
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