Flying over the front lines
with the French Escadrille Lafayette
a brown and barren belt below
a strip of murdered nature and yet
during the warm months of spring and summer
seeds in the shattered ground would grow
delicate vibrant crimson flowers
in row after row after row
and in those poppy fields
that's how we remember them
all the fallen soldiers
those unforgotten gallant men
tho' Waterloo was won in a day
in a mad minute this battle was waged
while larks sang overhead in the month of May
four weeks and more it raged
before they beat the Hun had them on the run
it soon became apparent to the allied commanders
it's a long way from the playing fields of Eton
to the poppy fields of Flanders
I always considered you littered my home,
Small knickknacks adorning overcrowded shelves.
The marble statues you bought from lovely Rome,
I leave them there, a memory of ourselves.
And in gay Paris, you just went mad with joy
Those miniatures saucers, jugs and a vase,
Insisting each was her special lovely toy,
Dainty trivialities, there's no more space.
But without Limoges, can one live a true life?
She packed them carefully thus to take back home.
Porcelain I had to pay for my dear wife,
How tired I was, each elegant shop to roam.
Such charms, rings, bracelets, miniature houses
Lured by magnetic charms, earrings and pendants,
From Upim*, Milan she bought tens of blouses
At Lafayette, I waited in attendance.
She's left me with all these little ornaments
Beautiful up to a point I must admit;
Shall I cherish them for what each represents?
Give to charity or leave them in my writ?
NB Upim is a superstore in Italy.
T'was a man named Dizzy from Lafayette,
but sometimes his way home he would forget.
So he carried in his coat pocket,
a deck of cards and a lucky locket.
When he found himself lost and all alone,
he would just play Solitaire to get back home.
It has never failed, Dizzy's fool-proof plan,
start playing, someone shows up to give you a hand.
8/11/19
Now I'm a nine year old female African American girl;
A prodigy and I am a daddy's girl
Mom puts my hair in a bun
Yes, I'm nine but I'm to smart to play with crayons
Roarrrrrrrrrr ZZZZZZZZ
I have a pet
Tyrannosaurus rex
And did I say my name is Lunella Lafayette
Me and my parents live in Manhattan
I am smart enough to save the world
They call me Moon Girl
And my pet name is Devil Dinosaur
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/07/17
New Jersey has a special tree,
A sturdy, mammoth oak,
Beneath whose shade George Washington
And Lafayette once spoke.
The tree was there before, from Spain,
Columbus started out.
The experts say 600 years
Might be its age (about).
Alas, the tree's demise is near.
It's dying and, though faved
By everyone who knows it,
It's too rotten to be saved.
For now, they're just removing limbs;
Next year it will be felled
But think of all the history
That mighty trunk beheld.
Lafayette we are a shamble of noises
digging the street and towing cars
as I told you so for my two twenty
that I pay for and you delivered hundred ten
or may be a sewer to extinguish a fire
stop tropicana for a drink of coconut
Morocco say my Ameriscam passport
blue eyed, blond hair and a smile
I pass any doors no questions asked.
If need be I shove the French one
the address Lafayette avenue can I be more clear
of my intention of love thy neighbor the world is small.
The dog in tow, I left the cat behind as she doesn''t like to travel
the venture of explanation to look at a sunset from a different view
as tomorrow the sun will rise no matter what.
I lost my outside cat tonight
a dear to me I am drenched in tears
as I will miss the company
of rubs and what not
looking for a meal and share of fleas
my heart broken again
all old lady told me she died up the street
and if tomorrow she reappears I will open my door
but I removed the bowls to feed
her a year or two
building an Igloo for her in winter
she sings a tune of the sorrow
who would great me in the morning
crossing Lafayette avenue to take a stroll
ears a plenty she made me blue
to buy a can or two
Gilbert du Motier, La Marquis de Lafayette--
A hero American patriots should not forget.
He helped us win the Revolutionary War.
In Paris, rests 'neath American soil ever more.
We, pedestrians, who love open range
walk in and out for freedom and bread.
It is now high time for autumnal change
And the city streets are propelling us ahead.
Reality is contained and so in it is my life
Here just in this street corner of Lafayette
I rest in the Cafe and drink a cup of tea
The servant seems to be good natured
with his smile he comes and goes here
and there for nothing more than service.
Time is slow and outside the wind is blowing.
Moments grow, the lights are white and bright at night.
The two girls sitting in front of me must know it is late
But for this, as I see it, they do not care at all and wait.
They look at each other and laugh more than they speak
Why do I then fail to understand what they are weaving?
I drink my tea but the taste of it
is getting bitter and bitter.
They could have been my sisters
so that I would have asked them
to go home before the storm
but of no use now is my meddling.
I walk out with tears in my eyes
to see that it is so cold inside and outside.
Chokri Omri
‘In the Ornaments of the City Cafe’
2012
Mini malls copper distortion
Forgotten parking lot meters
Store front greeters grimace
The straight narrow beaks to blend
Except when starlight offends wanton monkey binge
Give me bling to amend my shine
Never resigned but to revv up these hips
And feature the status rings of neighboring chinks
Chaste you never bought my fool
I was still scrubbing service
With the Lafayette oyster muddle
While we huddled from our body heat
Blocking out the mutual perception
~A Wooden Cross~
South of Lafayette on interstate 65
I saw a wooden cross.
The roadside monument,
weathered and grey,
was a tribute to a loved one
who lost his life in a car crash.
At 70 mph I only saw it for an instant,
yet it was time enough to see
the cowboy hat that proudly perched
on the weathered wooden cross.
I didn’t know the cowboy nor his wife.
I didn’t attend the funeral.
But for just an instant I felt
both the sorrow and the love that poured
from the weathered wooden cross
with cowboy hat on interstate 65.
aspirante suono escono abitare come violino,
per aprire la crescente punteggio su par
con quelle che parla delicatamente, si trova
diretto dal piano di un parente prossimo.
essa sollecita più in pace mentre a dissipare,
la prua ha mosso da obiettivi si ritirano e avanzano
un elemento sorprendente ogni superiore
Di fatto morire, la ondulato ha fatto.
mentre interiorità, effigi immenso,
concernenti la verità violini' invadano
La frontside centrale canopy sul palco
si con pastorale principali stan.
finzione, che abilmente tocco slanciata impugnatura
acquisire la falsetto figlio aigu
annunciando Bon voyage, seducente chi?
Zélindor, ha descritto questo a sedurre.
gioire concepisce benessere, di fermento,
mentre Lafayette predice una piacevole modifica
di Melody circostante ogni scambio
una finalità momenti il lamento.
dipendente dal repertorio area,
il violino "con l'aria
Serenata per un momento di disperazione
a pieno carico imbarazzo a Alba.
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