Je t’aime
La mélodie
Elle l’a jouée précise
Son cœur lui permet
De vous l’admettre
La vie, elle la voix si belle
L’amitié vous devrez la voir en elle
Vous ne la traitez pas bien
Vous lui donnerez du chagrin
Plus precieuse encore
Mes bras lui rend du comfort
Sans ennuies
Elle prie
Elle vous pardonne
Elle ne déteste personne
Si vous pouvez voir si loin
Tendresse de sa main
Ses larmes
Epargne
Brave de vous le dire
Elle veut t’en vous le décrire
Coeur du plaisir
Une bonne raison de ce faire lire
The Lord may be
Blessing HIS glory
Categories:
lire, appreciation, blessing, character, fate,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to embark on a large cargo ship,
Which will take you to Tahiti or Honolulu,
Better give candy to a blue-eyed schoolgirl,
Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to cook a chicken with lime,
Better to read the confessions of Saint Augustine
Or spend the afternoon at the movies with people,
Sometimes writing poetry is a strange mistake,
Especially never think that we have talent, genius,
Better to visit Lisbon or Patagonia,
Listen to fado with the Big Dipper.
Parfois, écrire de la poésie est une erreur,
Mieux vaut embarquer sur un grand cargo,
Qui vous conduira jusqu’à Tahiti ou Honolulu,
Mieux vaut offrir des bonbons à une écolière aux yeux bleus,
Parfois écrire de la poésie est une erreur,
Mieux vaut cuisiner un poulet au citron vert,
Mieux vaut lire les confessions de Saint Augustin
Ou passer son après-midi au cinéma avec des gens,
Parfois écrire de la poésie est une erreur bizarre,,
Surtout ne jamais penser que l’on a du talent, du génie,
Mieux vaut visiter Lisbonne ou la Patagonie,
Écouter du fado en compagnie de la Grande Ourse.
Categories:
lire, appreciation, missing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Giovanni didn't trust Michelangelo,
He'd heard that for guys he was hot.
But for minimum pay of a florin* a day,
He was willing to give it a shot.
As soon as they started the session,
Gio's senses said something was wrong.
Mickey couldn't decide how to pose him--
Wearing armor, a toga, a thong?
This went on for a while, and then with a smile
The master casually said to the dude,
"Please don't think me a jerk,
But to get this to work,
I must have you totally nude."
Avoiding eye contact, Gio peeked at his contract,
Then took a deep breath and replied,
"Si, but with the insistence that you keep your distance,
And another five florins besides."
And that's the way the story goes,
I've repeated it word for word,
How the most famous statue in all of the world,
The one that's called "David" occurred.
*Author's note: The florin, ducat, and lire were common currencies during Michelangelo's time. A florin, according to one source, was worth 2 crowns, approximately $26.00 today. I could not find the name of the model who posed for this sculpture nor how much he was paid. I doubt seriously if M. paid his models in florins, but I like the alliterations.
Categories:
lire, history, humor,
Form: Light Verse
The book you offered to me
waits by my side,
in its silky blanket
while is risking
a timid autumn sun.
If I open it, I guess
leaves contain
much more than a ray,
because when I dive into it
these are your words that I think I read.
So it develops
all along the pages,
as if your hot breath
accompanied a tiny new plant
towards spring.
____________________________
Le livre que tu m'as offert
attend à mes côtés,
dans sa couverture soyeuse
pendant que se risque
un timide soleil d'automne.
Si je l'ouvre, je devine
que ses feuilles contiennent
bien plus qu'un rayon,
car, quand je m'y plonge
ce sont tes paroles que je crois y lire.
Ainsi se développe-t-elle
a fil des pages ,
comme si ton souffle chaud
accompagnait une nouvelle pousse
vers le printemps.
RC
Categories:
lire, autumn, books, french, spring,
Form: Free verse
Hearts are Arts
For He-arts and s-he-arts
Beating to the rhythm of life,
Rhyming in pumps, full of lire.
Arts have heArts
For where is the life
In art without hearts
Speaking directly to the soul?
The rhythm would be lost
In those running lines,
Rhymes would hold no sway
If Arts have no hearts.
I am Poetry,
Written in beautiful lines
Of verses, stanzas,
Rhythm and Rhymes your heart dances to.
In the depth of your eyes I find my existence
And the helm of your soul houses my essence.
I am those words you string together
To give life to your muse
And the lines,
Awaiting your sonorous voice
To feed me to the winds
And bare me to shaken souls.
I am those verses
Arranged on the heart of your page
Rhymed, Free, blank,
Couplet, sonnet or tercet.
I am the figures
Beautifying your speeches,
Adding colors, wealth
Depth and wisdom to your words.
I am a piece of art;
Poetry like pottery,
Molded by the Master.
I am the Master's piece masterpiece.
I am Poetry!
A work of heartful art personified.
Categories:
lire, art, heart, life, muse,
Form: Free verse
O my beloved, I hear you in my grave.
R omantic notes from thy lire trickle through
P proud rock now hollow from thy magic.
H owI long to feel thy hand on my cold breast.
E ven as I speak, they plot to kill you.
U tree envy of thy mythical, poetic, prophetic skills
S trenghten/ their resolve. I await you my beloved.
Categories:
lire, bereavement, i love you,
Form: Acrostic
To take a stand and to defend it
A broken vow and try to mend it
A learning line and try to curve it
To beef it up and try to serve it
To fashion out of nothing
So gracefully and grand
Ever surging stream of lire
Flowing from the hand
Appealing thoughts
As one can find
Take two or three
To somehow bind
Cunning ploys
Made to deceive
Compelling tales
To spin and weave
Holding back
Confusion neither
Here nor there
Nor cabin fever
A penny for your roaming thoughts
A dime for all the time that you spend
A dollar for your fortitude
A fortune for your attitude
Have you all sorts of plexing woes?
.. and vindication grand?
Just take it to the Smithy
SHe’ll help you understand
Categories:
lire, philosophy, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form: Ode
Hence we see.
Voir de lire.
What is the sky, blue, black?
I dream forecasts.
The dream of forecasts.
I breath intensely
We see the lord.
Standing in this white ribbon.
He swirls like an angel.
But we remember he is the Lord.
Bredrin' 2015.
I come from religious times.
Neuro-linguistic dizziness.
I breath chocolate paste.
Embace the lord.
Categories:
lire, angel, god,
Form: Acrostic
To think this girl someone I used to admire
I ask was it not obvious or was I just lame?
Little did I know she'd turn out to be a lire
Because devious was her real name
She had a look that was never misleading
And a smile well, I'm sure I'm not the only guy
Just another of those that she had believing
Still every once in a while I ask myself why
I'd always have to hide what I was feeling
Though with her always felt like a mile high
When I think about her lies and scheming
Well their is certainly no denial the fool was I
And this girl who once filled me with desire
But oblivious to her constant mind game
Someone who always liked to fuel your fire
Because devious was her real name
Written September 1999 about an exgirlfriend
Just updated switched words around a little
This is like a part one to web of deceit
Written by myself David Scott
Categories:
lire, write,
Form: Rhyme
Be real with me
Who will be real with me
She is a false pretender
Says she can't remember
The things we did together
Such a big lire
She can't be real with me
Be real with me
My life is more than my age
So you can't put me in a cage
Being stronger and richer
Do not mean i am smaller
Cherish love than power
For love is
Superior and greater
Although i am poor
But you can
Help me live better
Do not make me inferior
Be real with me
For that is forever
Categories:
lire, uplifting, me, love, me,
Form: Ballade
Our ritual tree for transcendence doth aspire
A garnished trinket our crest will require
A fabricated mold with polished attire
A gleaming sentinel; a burnished squire
A sacral vestement on evergreen spire
With gilded insignia from divine shire
An angelic emanation descended from heavenly choir
Who heralds glad tidings on his mercantile Lire
A pure relic cleansing an organic sire
Mercurial splendor crowning an earthen pyre
O'er residual chaff rises an immortal signifier
A glorious diadem; a pious magnifier
From bequeathed penury; heart of penitent friar
Spiritual token vaunting our prayers higher
Categories:
lire, dedication, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
MIDNIGHT DATE AT HARRY'S -- June 1962
I know you're laughing.
Sittin there on that strait back chair
laughing laughing laughing.
Hey! Psssstttt....Maria....
you wanta see some dirty postcards?
Maria Mia when did you move to Italy?
What's it gonna be, he or me?
I seen you down to the market square
lookin like a five hundred lire lady shopping for
sweet potato(e)s.
Merci!
No, I mean Grazie!
I remember when we did Florence
Your mama was so hot they almost shut down Harrys.
Remember that big Madamoiselle
with herself spread all over the table?
Remember, huh? Remember?
She said she was French
but you sure pulled her cord quick didn't you?
She didn't even finish her gambretti cocktail!
And then that night
that night
it was the Pensione Piave
I know it was
dear me where does the time go.
your loving and devoted servant
Luigi.
ps:
are you still laughing? Ciao.
Categories:
lire, angst, black african american,
Form: Free verse
Science promises golden laws,
Which cannot be altered.
Like The Physics of Superman, Knuckled in the jaw,
And Jesus Christ with all his followers, and they suffer, scream, and holler
Nothing will change, but according to Newton's Laws...
If Nothing will change, then Nothing is and means Everything.
If Everything will change, the Hell shall have it's frozen days.
And if Everything will change, the meaningless will have a cause.
And by moving forward we backtrack into our own thoughts, which is life
The youth of the fountain lye's dead ahead, X marks the spot.
To not die, but to Reverse to Rebirth.
Go Far enough back, and you'll soon find the seed of the mighty Twisted Logic
All will be answered, The means of Life & Reality,
Do not try to keep this power to yourself,
Or like the others, You'll turn to something else
A lire, A mocker, A criticizer to the fullest.
Heed my warnings, only then can you make the power of Twisted Logic Truly Yours.
Categories:
lire, introspectionpower,
Form: I do not know?