Jacques Poems - Poems about Jacques

Swiss-born writer/composer Jean-Jacques Rousseau - Thanks for his modern ideals of education to him we owe. The Age of Enlightenment was brought by his type of political and humanistic thought. ...

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Today I’m grateful for the ocean the way it ebbs and flows… There is no one who can express this better than than the oceanographer Jacques Cousteau (I imagine I wold have written these words if I was a bit more clever) The sea, once it casts its spell holds one in it’s net of wonder forever ...

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Before Toussaint and Dessalines It was nothingness Organs, guts and spleens Of our ancestors could be found alongside the roads Many fleeing poor slaves in disarray Were treated worse than animals Oh! It's hard to find the words To describe the usual carnage From the time of slavery. Before The Battle of Vertières Graveyards and cemeteries Were virtually everywhere Before Pétion and Boukman Christopher and Biassou It was slavery Blacks and Indians were...

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L’amoureux brindezingue dit non avec la tète Le cerveau fort agité amèrement s’embête Pendant qu’il dit oui avec le cœur enflammé D’un amour incertain, embaumé et emmitouflé Oh ! Quelle bête! Les femmes ont toujours raison Même quand elles ont tort. La gravité défie la raison Dit-on, d’un air funambulesque et prodigieux L’amour à sens unique est bizarre et malheureux Quelle folie de...

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Autumn Leaves/Les feuilles mortes de Jacques PREVERT (1900-77) Translated by T. Wignesan (Note: As far as I can make out, this poem is at the heart of all versions of « The Autumn Leaves " - Sung by Edith Piaf, Juliette Gréco, Yves Montand, Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and the like…)T. Wignesan...

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Jacques was the rose in their relationship. Beautiful heart and delicate soul A lovely fragrance was his energy Jacques was the marigold in their family. With his ruffled paisley seventies shirts in oranges and yellows, a confident fellow. Jacques was the bleeding heart of the neighborhood. With his unbelievable empathetic listening skills And his delicate caring attitude. His wife? Let me think a bit. Let’s just...

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here at my end I refuse to be victim, martyr, or saint allow me to be a favorite book you read one whose pages bring joy to your life...

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Jacques and Torin came round to play In the afternoon on a Saturday Three computers linked up on the dining room table Age of Empires played whenever they were able Drinks and snacks and lots of chatter Sarah and I would sit and have a natter The boys would play for hours and hours Building Empires and ivory towers Turkey Jetta’s, chips and...

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Round to the house they all went to play Today it was special it was Jacques Birthday The boys played in their room – where we couldn’t see The adults sat down to drink some tea All went well for quite a while But Jacques rushed downstairs not wearing his smile DISASTER! We dashed upstairs to discover the issues Sad eyes greeted us...

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It was a Saturday night, at around seven o’clock. Still at home until the phone rang, “Jacques, is that you?” the voice said. “Yes” I said and quickly realized it was Simon. “Come down to Club 21, all the gang’s here” he implored. I quickly changed and ran out the door. Oh, yes, everyone was there, a cornucopia of mixed delights. Jeannie...

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