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Anna et le BAISER FRANÇAIS
French Verse Anna and the FRENCH KISS
Ahhh !! Ooh la-la-moi dame,
Pipi ah, madame.
Fille, dis-tu nous.
Poisson-langue.
Un vœu profond.
Un bonheur préféré, collant et concis
En combinant cela. Lutte de langue, langues.
Toucher, saliver Bliss. Des lèvres douces et succulentes.
Embrasser ...
Amour prolongé l'un pour l'autre.
Amore, belle Anna- Je t'aime tellement.
Je pourrais juste te manger.
Comme je saliver 500 à 1000 raisons différentes. Pourquoi?
Pourquoi devrions-nous cracher les échanges,
Oh la la...
Et à la lumière du jour sous le soleil.
Et tandis que l'ombre de la lune brillamment fuit.
Nous embrassons français
Sucer le visage.
Intime, passionné
Oh, Anna un tel dilemme.
Comme une bouche sur la paille
Nous nous retirons.
Pénétrer une telle ruée
Baiser de langue, alléchant,
exprimer, passion érotique.
Anna Dopamine,
Oh! Anna Endorphines,
ouh ! Anna Ocytocine, ahh ! Oh!
VENEZ ICI FILLE parce que vous ne voulez pas manquer,
ce baiser français
Vous n'avez pas besoin de parler, "ooh la la" ! Pipi, ma fille.
Anna tu connais mon désir le plus cher mon vœu glorieux.
Est-ce que tu viens ici ma fille, viens mon amour allons-nous embrasser français.
8/21/21 ©
Priére de Remerciements
Merci à lá vie pour être
pleine de lutte et de joi
de vivre...
Merci à lá mort qui
nous montre la valeur
des efforts... la mort que
finalement nous conduirá
dans les bras de Dieu, ou nous
trouverons la paix eternelle...
Merci à lá amitié qui nous montre
le chemin de vivre en bonheur...
Merci a l'amour pour ètre
la source de tous...
La joi, la confiance...
Merci a tous pour offrir
des sourires qui sont des roses
qui parfument nos pas
dans la terre... et pour être
le souffle qui nous fait avancer,...
Merci a les petites et les grandes
compagnons de jeu et de voyage...
Merci a tous les eléments natureles
qui nous à aidé quand devant eux
nous passé...
Thanks to life for being
full of struggle and joy
of living ...
Thanks to death who
show us the value
of efforts ... the death that
finally will lead us
in the arms of God, where we
will find eternal peace ...
Thanks to the friendship that shows us
the way to live happily ...
Thanks to love for being
the source of all ...
Joy, trust ...
Thank you all for offering
smiles that are roses
which perfume our footsteps
in the earth ... and to be
the breath that makes us progress, ...
Thanks to the little ones and the elds
play and travel companions ...
Thanks to all the natural elements
who helped us when in front of them
we passed ...
Are you a follower of trying to be Sagacious?
(A lone voice whispers)
Here's to you
The readers, writers and poets in whatever field
Always remember
Seeking further knowledge is a gift
It's how we all grow in whatever we do
So never yield and constantly look for more ways to lift
Even if it means entering the long hours into a lone graveyard shift
Keep searching like a metaphorical Indiana Jones or Lara Croft
For a treasure to help those who might be drifting in seas
Where hope seems not to exist
And who might just need something to darkness resist
Title:
Self-Knowledge
Do you believe in absorbing the esoteric linked to living
The supernatural impressions linked to just giving
To help clear your own pathways to find ways to deliver poetic prayers
To those struggling with just living
With any mental or traumatic depression's
To then walk down life's many metaphysical runways
Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired
Paul Poiret
If so
Because I believe
In you
Always be optimistic
For true belief
Lies in all you do
To help transform your soul
Into a sage or mystic
Allowing you to chase rare stars and wild Middle Earth dreams
To bind mistakes
To white feathers
To then throw them into Healing Fires
For their old powers over you
To in rising grey smoke
Retire
As you learn
Which new bridges to
Cross
And which old bridges
To burn
For
Sacred Self Knowledge
Is ubiquitous
A chimera
A conjunction of wild beasts
Roaming wild
Living life through
Nine letters
Like a follower of being sagacious
Which to the child of the Revived
Can never be
Denied
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Sagacious:
Having or showing acute mental discernment and keen practical sense; shrewd:
Socrates, that sagacious Greek philosopher, believed that the easiest way to learn was by asking questions.
Synonyms: perspicacious, keen, sharp, acute, judicious, intelligent, clever, discerning, sage, and wise.
REVIVED:
Refreshed, renewed, reborn, energized, resuscitated, recreated, and regenerated.
I am a clown with a smiling gaze,
You laugh and I am happy.
I become Zorro, defender of the oppressed,
You are free and I am happy.
I imagine myself a cowboy with a lasso,
I hold you close to me.
I am protected by all my heroes
Who live deep inside me.
At nightfall I become Pierrot,
I see the moon and I am happy.
Along the way I meet Harlequin — bravo!
I am a cloud and I am happy.
One day a Smurf, tomorrow a kangaroo — what does it matter,
I am a child with a sun-bright heart.
In the eyes of grown-ups, I open my doors,
I am a child painted with the colors of the sky.
Daddy, look at the Christmas tree, it opens its arms to us,
The earth has covered itself with snow.
With my hands I build my dream and here it is,
Just for you, a snowman.
Mickey or Donald the little duck,
I dream of a world without rain,
Filled with music and fanfare,
Opening the paths of life for me.
Frog or fish — what does it matter,
I am a child, I marvel without hesitation
At a tulip or a fallen leaf,
I am a child with a heart full of love.
Joël Charvillat
On the tides of words,
The eyes too light,
In the running of zebras,
I’m looking for it,
Under the wool, night dreams,
On the precious jewels,
The faces without worries,
I’m still looking for it,
On the torn heart,
By the Mayan treasures,
On the sleeping sun,
I’m looking for it,
In my nervous city,
In the fields of olive trees,
On the softened glass,
I’m looking for it,
In the bed of sources,
On the stopped trains,
On the docile clocks,
In the riddles of heaven,
I find it,
The happiness you’re running from.
Sur les marées de mots,
Les yeux trop légers,
Dans la course des zèbres,
Je le cherche,
Sous la laine, rêves nocturnes,
Sur les bijoux précieux,
Les visages sans soucis,
Je le cherche encore,
Sur le cœur arraché,
Par les trésors mayas,
Sur le soleil qui dort,
Je le cherche,
Dans ma ville nerveuse,
Dans les champs d’oliviers,
Sur le verre adouci,
Je le cherche,
Dans le lit des sources,
Dans les trains arrêtés,
Sur les horloges dociles,
Dans les énigmes du ciel,,
Je le trouve,
Le bonheur que vous fuyez.
Hello to my heart, happiness is here.
Hello to the Earth, happiness suits me.
Hello Santa Claus,
Carry my dreams to the sky.
Hello to the cat who always purrs,
Here is the caress of my velvet hand.
Hello my friend, you offer me a toy,
You awaken in me the desire to share.
Hello child, you will be my brother or my sister,
You brighten my eyes with sweetness.
Hello my parents,
One day I too will be grown.
Hello house, you protect me from winter,
You keep my whole universe.
Hello forest,
You offer us so much beauty.
Hello dance, hello song,
You cradle my child’s kingdom.
Hello wind, hello sun,
In one word or a hundred, you amaze me, you awaken me.
From the moon to the stars that sparkle,
Happiness is a cry of the heart like no other.
Hello to my heart, happiness is here.
Hello to the Earth, happiness suits me.
Joël Charvillat
C’est ton heureux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma copine, ma commère
Il m’est impossible de t’envoyer des fleurs
Et je ne peux pas t’écrire de jolis poèmes
Cependant je peux te souhaiter du bonheur
Avec toute ma force et avec tout mon cœur.
Parfois, on ne peut pas vider tout le contenu
De la vase, comme on ne peut marcher tout nu
Dans les rues essaimées de charmantes femmes
Puisqu’on est limité et on a qu’une pauvre âme
On peut simplement mesurer ses vives émotions
Femme ! Oh ! Mémère, je me noie dans la passion.
C’est ton joyeux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma flamme, ma commère
Je te souhaite de tout mon cœur
Santé et des arcs-en-ciel de bonheur
Que la Providence te bénisse avec abondance
Et que la vie te soit des jours et nuits de vacances.
P.S. Translation ' It's Your Happy Birthday, Gorgeous Old Lady'.
Copyright © Mars 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.
I would stay for hours,
Waiting for a nice bee to land,
On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather,
I would wait for hours,
As if the future of the planet depended on it,
I would stay under the discreet sun like a cactus
Innocent and patient,
I would stay in November until Saint Catherine,
Waiting for a bee to declare its flame to a flower,
I would stay for hours, like a bronze statue,
Waiting for my little bee, I think of you,
I would stay for hours,
Waiting for a little black or white bee to fly,
To see her land on a daisy joyfully,
Or on a star blooming in my garden,
I would stay for hours,
As if my life depended on it, or another life,
Because happiness lasts only one spring,
Because life is too short, or unfair;
Because bees are brave messengers,
Thanks to them, we marvel at everything,
We are human, like flowers from a vase,
We can write, « La vie est belle».
Ce qui me rend heureux
Je resterais des heures,
À attendre qu’une gentille abeille se pose,
Sur les petites fleurs violettes d’un fuchsia, ou d’une callune,
Je resterais des heures à attendre,
Comme si l’avenir de la planète en dépendait,
Je resterais sous le soleil discret comme un cactus
Innocent et patient,
Je resterais en Novembre jusqu’à la Sainte Catherine,
Attendre qu’une abeille déclare sa flamme à une fleur,
Je resterais des heures, comme une statue de bronze,
À attendre ma petite abeille, je pense à toi,
Je resterais des heures,
À attendre que vole une petite abeille noire ou blanche,
À la voir se poser, sur une marguerite joyeusement,
Ou sur une étoile éclose dans mon jardin,
Je resterais des heures,
Comme si ma vie, en dépendait, ou une autre vie,
Parce que le bonheur ne dure qu’un printemps,
Parce que la vie est trop courte, ou injuste ;
Parce que les abeilles sont de braves messagères,
Grâce à elles, nous nous émerveillons de tout,
Nous sommes humains, comme des fleurs d’un vase,
Nous pouvons écrire, « la vie est belle ».
I could stay for hours under the sun
to contemplate bouquets of primroses,
to listen to the buzzing of insects,
To contemplate their petals, the shape of hearts,
I could stay for hours if no one comes,
to absorb the happiness of such delicate flowers,
Ah, wasting your time is always winning it,
Wasting your time, it’s an art, it’s a work,
It takes the help of God and wild nature,
To understand the soul of things, symbols,
I could stay for hours in the sun.
Contemplating primrose bouquets.
Je pourrais rester des heures sous le soleil
à contempler des bouquets de primevères,
à écouter le bourdonnement des insectes,
à contempler leurs pétales en forme de cœur,
Je pourrais rester des heures si nul ne vient,
à absorber le bonheur des fleurs si délicates,
Ah, perdre son temps, c’est toujours le gagner,
Perdre son temps , c’est un art, c’est une œuvre,
Il faut l’aide de Dieu et de la nature sauvage,
Pour comprendre l’âme des choses, des symboles,
Je pourrais rester des heures sous le soleil.
À contempler des bouquets de primevères.
Salvation
(A lone voice whispers)
Do you believe in absorbing esoteric supernatural impressions
To clear your pathways
Of all mental or traumatic depression's
To then walk down life's metaphysical runways
Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired
Paul Poiret
If so
Because I believe
In you
Always be optimistic and open to being positive when exploring newer experiences
For true belief
Lies in the right mindset in all you do
To transform your soul into your best version of a sage or mystic
Allowing you to chase stars and wild Middle Earth dreams
To bind old mistakes and fears
To white metaphorical feathers
To throw them into the healing fires within your mind
For their old powers over you
In the unconscious rising smoke retire
As you learn which new bridges to cross
And which old bridges to burn
For sacred self-knowledge and empowerment is ubiquitous
A chimera
A conjunction of wild beasts
Roaming wild
Living life through
Eight letters called Salvation
Which to the child of the Revived
Like you
Cannot never ever be denied
(C)
Copyright John Duffy