Long Apres Poems

Let’s go skiing ! Said my wife 
It gives you such a thrill
So off we flew to Canada 
To face the bitter chill

We took a bus from Calgary
To Banff’s National park
Found our hotel, went to...

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The boy was aged about eighteen,
Pale and pensive, 
Weary and frail in appearance. 
He could have been 
Goethe's Werther, 
Senancour's Obermann 
Or Chateaubriand's melancholy hero, 
Embraced by a generation, 
And about whom Sainte-Beuve said:
"Rene, c'est...

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JE VAIS APRÈS TOI French Verse-
I’m Coming After You-

Par tes yeux je vois la teinte de ton cœur ;
Votre esprit s'élève au-dessus de tout ce qui ne l'est pas ;
La beauté de ton sourire, tes...

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Rappelez-Vous
(English translation below original French)

Rappelez-vous les petits fils 
Qui ecoutaient leurs grand-peres
Raconter des histoires d’ infanteries 
Et de battailles de la premiere guerre.

Rappelez-vous des braves garcons 
Qui s’imaginaient etre des soldats,
Qui plus tard servaient le...

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Après le déluge 

Après le déluge, moi
2 1/2 hours to work in my car
It’s part of the game
And I’m grateful
Driving in circles
I am faithful
To my calling

What have you become?
What have you set your mind to?
What...

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Sun,
Awakening,
Remembering, sex, sounds, Miles in the Sky,
Jaegermeister, O, bad, when, warm, why?

‘Tis apres ski! o me, o my, not for these hot antipodae.
No more, forever. Now, just, the
Surf
And I.

Thundering,
Thud-thudding,
Slow,
On the beach.

Serendip morning, perfect,
Palm-fronded, dawning, blue...

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Skiing Is… 

Skiing is…
Alpine thrill ride on four inch boards
Boggy in the bumps – a schuss to the lodge
Carving a turn leaving icy rooster tails in the air
Drag lift to ride on thick moving ropes

Skiing...

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--  Just a bit of silliness --

"Baissez le rideau, la farce est jouee..."
                     ...

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It’s the Great British Bake Off
And I’ve got to week six
But I think it’s all over since
They’ve  dissed my bread mix.
They said it was rubbish 
When I baked my plum duff
And Mary said my...

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The Beauty of the End, is, It's Beginning!
For Aspen never rise, till fire is still,
And all Endeavors, Loves, and Lives are Ash...
All that is product of the Human Will
Persists, till not a stone's upon a...

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Unsung Heroines Sung

below in palace kitchen
over fire in wattle hut
during lunch breaks coffee chatter
or the health spa apres sweat
where ever women gather
when ever women are
comes a quiet time of voices
a calm time, feelings slowed
then silence……
for...

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