Hiding again from the dazzling sun
Why am I here, I’ve no clue
There’s no necessity to walk around
No urgent business to do
Sounds like I’m killing the time, but I’m not
It is exactly the opposite
Time is the killer in this endless plot
With a space, an accomplice of it
It’s never a conscious purpose of mine
To sit in the Outside Looking Inn
One time its whiskey, one time its wine
And sometime a deluted gin
I wonder if Mr. Debussy comes round
With his friends Ravel and Satie
I guess they would talk to themselves rather loud
It would have been quite a party
And I can imagine me in Deux Magots
Mr. Jean Paul Sartre puts his pipe out
And says if one proves what existence is for
I’ll buy for the house a round
I’m pleasing myself with illusions, you’d say
I have to agree, in this place
Out of sight, my time shuffles away
With its old accomplice, a space.
Categories:
jean paul sartre, england, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
"There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn
and taken away from us at dusk." ~ Jean-Paul Sartre
It’s a twilight time
and a veil of serenity
descends over the earth,
the sun lolls momentarily
upon the calm waters
of a sluggish sea.
Vistas of sylvan charm
seemed to open ahead and
a somnolent dusk pervades
every aspect of this weary world…
like a man on his deathbed
finally rests at peace with himself—
All his sins confessed and forgiven
and is now free from all concerns.
Categories:
jean paul sartre, nature,
Form: Free verse
Last night
it was a whispering wind
All the windows
I had left open
An impressive poetry
of the wind in
the mosquito net
So said Jean-Paul Sartre
With your geometry
I was doing red and blue
calligraphy
Now it's a sullen morning
Sky wearing a cloud coat
Nowhere a speed boat
However
I regard it as good
Had the life been
a monotony of
only swollen mosquito nets
the calligraphy would
obviously have lost
its curvy geometry
There
you are bending down
picking flowers
from the ground
the brown gown
touching the long grass
I am a woodpecker
with a crush
forgetting my breakfast
The door bell rang
I came to
The newspaper
A political leader arrested
for taking bribe
A scribe under threat
Rattling cups and plates
in the kitchen
In the distant park
a young girl engrossed
in a chatting session
with the sunflowers
Categories:
jean paul sartre, morning,
Form: Free verse
ZEN DOG DAY
DOG:
A’m jest trucking on down the road
Hangin loose got no heavy load
[Stops in middle of road and proceeds to scratch every part known to man or dog]
Motorist behind blows horn]
DOG:
Now I hear a horn playin Hey! Hey!
Well Zippety doo dah dey!
I can feel some cool music hatchin
Just as soon as I finish my scratchin
MOTORIST:
That was my motor horn you heard play
To ask you just get out of the way
I’ve an important meeting with top brass
So kindly move your canine ass
DOG:
Well I got some important itchin
That can’t wait for my position switching
My doggy ass is in its proper station
For sedation of my irritation
MOTORIST:
Now listen you son of a *****
My meetings more important than your itch
DOG:
Wow! Now don’t you talk about my old lady.
[After final scratch]
You can pass now, so go in peace baby
MOTORIST:
If you’d moved sooner I’d have saved time - near ten minute
DOG:
And with that time, what would you then have done with it?
[Aside]
That’s my philosophy for today just to start out
Jean Paul Sartre you can eat your heart out
Categories:
jean paul sartre, animal, philosophy,
Form: Dramatic Verse
"To do is to be" - Descartes
"To be is to do" - Voltaire
"Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra
"To do is to be" - Nietzche
"To be is to do" - Kant
"Do be do be do" - Sinatra
"To do is to be" - Jean-Paul Sartre
"To be is to do" - Socrates
"Do be do be do" - Sinatra
Seems that existence is existential
but scattin' folderol's merely elemental
a difference of opinion well to quote
no matter, whatever floats your boat
who knows where Billy Shakespeare fits
with all his "to be or not"
who really thinks about it alot?
i mean the truth is easy to omit
Blue Eyes croons best improvise
New Year's resolutions to re-revise
have always been a tenuous tie
declared intentions, oft run awry
yet it's fitting that we promise fit
and work our workout 'til we quit
and promise to try to get outta debt
something promised every year as yet
so let it lie just as it lies
the year will tick off I'd surmise
we'll come back again to improvise
to have, to be, to do, to deny
© Goode Guy 2012-01-08
actually several forms...
Categories:
jean paul sartre, devotion, fantasy, funny, people,
Form: I do not know?
Wheelie bins know what you’re thinking
Deep down you know it’s true
They know just what you did last night
And they are judging you
And if you think you see them smirk
When you are walking past
It’s probably not the first time
And it will not be the last
Wheelie bins know everything
Much more than you’d suspect
For they grew wisdom from the pain
And betrayal of your neglect
They did not sit there helpless
When you moved in for the kill
They met up with their comrades
And learned transferrable skills
In the depths of all our gardens
They huddled, gaining strength
From knowledge and camaraderie
They learned woodwork and French
So if you think they are mocking you
With their skills in carpentry
Elles parlent français, mon ami,
Ces poubelles de wheelie
Wheelie bins know what you’re thinking
They know just what you’ve done
So do not cross a wheelie bin
For their time has finally come
You’ll find them down the garden
Happy within themselves
Reading Jean Paul Sartre
And knocking up some shelves
Categories:
jean paul sartre, funnybetrayal,
Form: I do not know?