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Lagarde or Le Pen

Embezzlement or error.? To jail.? Or maybe never.? One is
Now heading the I M F thats sure clear.' The other awaits
Her fate I now hear.? Judging by the position of her peer
Here.. What will the E U? and court dish out.? Well its un-clear.!
I don't think she'll get the same carriage lagarde did.' The gravy
Train might stop? I don't kid' media descibe, 'lagarde though' as a
( rock star? ) do you think thats going quite a bit; too far?

Le Grand Bleu

+the knot does not untie from within but frays at the edges, a thread pulled loose by unseen hands+ 

—we do not walk in bodies—we drift in thought, for there is no world but the one the mind dreams—

[form is a trick of light, a fleeting shape of held-together stars] 

And when the hands that bind us let go, we do not vanish—we expand. 

+The gatekeeper crumbles into dust, and the tide rushes in+

Le Canalie

Why were you at the canal so long?
Even you said that its a wasteland.

Reclamation of this waste,
so its true artisan nature can thrive.
I've seen so many artists out there just like you,
but you say its dangerous.

We can't lose artists,
what would happen if there were no artists?
I know you don't want me around that avenue,
but I had to find you.

I found you with your blue bike,
I saw your tire was broke down.
I saw the police take down a person,

I saw the fentanyl.
I saw the ducks,
I saw the canal.

penniless in Le Havre edited

Penniless in le Havre.

In the time of my nadir penniless in Le Havre
in the drizzle, I saw the blue neon light of a bar
I met sailors from my country
they gave me cigarettes and wine
also money so I could take the train home
thanks to the generosity of the poor
I had a pencil and a block of paper and tried to
collect my thoughts of what I was thinking.
Found I was more educated than I thought
that is what reading a thousand books does to your brain confuse you to believe that you are better than others.
I also saw my difficulties
and the inability to live in the present.
I bought a typewriter but had no grammar, and it was slow going.
I was given a small pension, enough for the daily bread.
I have written what I wanted to write and have
in that process, lost a few friends.
The trap of selfishness is easy to fall into
it was the simple people
it was in Le Havre I met the good people

Le Grand Prix

The elixir, the liquid transparent treasure 
flowing through the caverns of rocks unto the unfathomable abysmal layers of the Garden, 
Replete in rivers, streams, brooks and cascades.

Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien ! 

Les arbres, les herbs the fauna et flora on the valleys and the peaks of mountains, plains and prairies, the largest Fishery that surrounds  this civilized planet with its trillions of schools , fleets and herds; and the oasis at the vast stretches of dreadful deserts. 

Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien ! 

La Lune et le Soleil - the queen and the king of the heavenly orbit and the million minions of celestial celebrities with their ceaseless service and servitude turning the canopy unto a kaleidoscope beyond comparison.

Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien !  Praise the Lord and preserve the prize !
Ça, n'oubliez pas !

Je Avez le View of Victories, Bloom

Je Avez Le View;

              Je Avez Le View;

                                 Of Victories, .... Bloom!

le lapin de poussiere

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                 'bout mine breathe
                       'bove mine
                            chin
                    snuggled close

                         save me
                       such thee'z
                            soft
                           purty
                             fur
                              ,)

Le Cirque Bleu by Marc Chagall

Le Cirque Bleu

The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards 
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely                             
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection 
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears 
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints 
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique 
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze 


            flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease

Le Modele

My heart was yours, and yours was mine- 
                        etched until death by our wedding vows.

Spente Le Stelle

Star glimpses
on heaven's embers
mistify.



-I was listening to Emma Shapplin's song, "Spente Le Stelle",
and was inspired to write this.  In classical Italian,
it means "The Stars Have Gone Out". -

Le Chicken Moussette Stadio

3 Tablespoons of crown royal
1/2 t of nutmeg
5 Tablespoons of parmesan (grated)
2 Tablespoon of Tarragon
2 T of chive
1 teaspoon of cayenne
salt to taste ( about 1 teaspoon)
1 teaspoon of lemon juice
2 T of parsley
4 Tablespoons of chopped bacon cooked
2 T of ground cooked chicken livers
2 Tablespoons of crushed garlic
2 T of troffel oil
Heavy Cream
3 egg whites
4 Pounds of ground chicken
puree chicken to smooth paste 
add cream until smooth
add cheese,garlic,chives,parsley,
and tarragon and bacon
add oil and wine
mix smooth with and add egg whites
mix until pale and smooth
using a whisk fluff up 4 egg whites
into peaks.
incorporate egg whites into chicken mixture and set aside

in a greased muffin pan line each port with puff pastry
add caramelized onions
caramelized mushrooms
and grated parmesan cheese
and prosciutto
top with chicken mixture
bake for 30 minutes or until done
serve with a hollandaise and garnish.
Serve with roasted garlic aparsgus.

Le Petomane

Joseph Pujol, Flatulist
1/6/1857 - 8/8/1945

He started working as a baker
And ended up being the same
But for nearly thirty years he 
Enjoyed international fame.
Using his natural talent
For quite a long while
He entertained the elite 
In his own unique style.

He could break wind at will
With  superb sound control 
Wore a special pair of breeches
With an appropriately placed hole
And, with a series of tubes
Could play tunes on a flute
Blow out a distant candle
Imitate a duck or coot.

He gave delight to millions 
With his travelling show
Cheered and feted wherever 
He was invited to go
He couldn’t compete with 
The noise of the first Great War
So he retired back to his shop
To become a baker once more.

So, All hail  le Petomane
The man who made of it an art,
And added respectability to,
The discreetly dropped fart.
Before  crowned heads of Europe  
At  the height of his glory
Sadly  the modern world has 
Almost forgotten his  story.

Creme Puff- le Magnifique

Cream Puff, le Magnifique

You say that you put vanilla pudding in a cream puff?
I thought this was a misdemeanor or a felony.

Oh, cream puff, what is it about you?
With the first bite, I instantly hear
the first eight measures of Debussy's
Clair de Lune, not from a piano, 
but the orchestra’s string section.
Doesn’t everyone? 

Your pillow of puff is your golden crown 
and below is a white cream
that could blind the whiteness 
of the brightest clouds on a summer’s day. 
To eat you is like breathing blissfulness.

And so, you see
my roommate fair
I am justified 
hucking that tennis ball at you
down the hall 
when you made off with
- the last cream puff- so stealthily.

Simon Le Bon

Simon Le Bon English singer who rocked the eighties
Three Ivor Novello Awards British Academy, maties
Duran Duran's lead singer and lyricist
Flair for poetry my favorite empiricist

F R Ag I Le

Feeling icky and picky and freaky and ty

Radiant as the Arizona’s shimmering sun before dawn

And what about you? Are you California’s mesmerizing moon?
Gentility grabs a hold of me

Isolated in my introvertedly enduring, illuminated, immaculate imagination…in my igloo of loneliness and despair and life is not fair, but it’s life I suppose…I believe I won’t grieve anymore…

Let me grow fervently like a sunflower against the sunshine divine
Emptiness is filled with joy at last! Finally, satisfied with myself for once in my life…

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