Long Brest Poems

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The Girl
She looks down at her shoes, they’re nice
An...

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My Arkea Ultime Challenge race,
Solo race around the world,
It is the poetry that I trace day by day,
My trimaran is happiness and its sails,
I can go around the world, with,
From my home port, Brest,
Crossing Cape...

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The most beautiful girls,
Are those we imagine to love,
The ones we would like to invite to the restaurant
To drink champagne and grands crus,

The most beautiful girls, I know some,
Are the ones we imagine loving you,
They...

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Well, I must say that I did not want to walk two hours, some days I am downright tired of diabetes

So I drove to Logonna Daoulas after a visit to the Kerdrein strike for the...

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Everyone must discover the truth,
Watching a small red cargo ship move away
From the port of Brest, slowly
By unmasking the young man who walks
Without fear of passing people,	
Ignoring the baker in love with his wife
Without talent,...

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O the taste of the first strawberry,
Wake up Marie Gaëlle, smile at me,
Your eye shines like a shooting star,
Pick the strawberry, crunch the strawberry,
Your tongue melts like ice,
Your tongue, suddenly is in love,
O Wake up,...

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Well, how to say, the story begins well, I go on a path (wide enough for a tractor), 20 meters long, which leads to a field (I had never had the curiosity to go there,...

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Fable Five 
Fable Five 
 
IN THREE PARTS 
 
Part One: The DOVE 

eye picked up the dove now dead creature clasped him to my bosom brest 
no sorrow feeling only life within my chest...

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All French cakes are delicious, better
The “ Amandier” and its subtle nuts taste in the mouth,
The “Paris-Brest”, with its sweet praline cream,
Rum Baba, with its sweet taste of liqueur,

The “tarte aux fraises” and its sweet...

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Thrive in water since nine months, now I must breathe
on my own and use my lungs
push my first cry to vibrate my tongue,
fluid filled my lungs.

Why, oh why does a baby cry? 

I force myself...

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Hide this bottle from me,
That I could drink
This Chateauneuf du Pape
More tempting than the smile of a maid,
this Saint Emilion sneaky
Who has no saint but the name,

Hide this bottle from me,
This haut c$ote de Beaune,
Straight...

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thug love letter
I only hope that you will drink these words i say to you, and be drunken by
my every emotion, as i hold the key to our childhood, while i testify for your 
love...

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Thank you O sea,
For the untiring music of your waves,
For the rolling of your rollers,
Thank you O sea
for your music so refined,
This music softens the soul,
His sight soothes the poet
Console the painter ,
Thank you O...

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Using the vast ocean,
I look deep at the ocean, to drown out the stupidity,
I look at the sea, to drown out the violence of young people,
The more I look at the sea, a thousand times,...

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Your Cheap red dress that is ripped.
A night out on the town it is humid and cheap.
Sexy to cheap so it's tight.
Pushed up your brest held by the cup that is he.

Torn into shreds like...

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All Praise the Breast

When an infant’s hungry, frightened or injured 
His mother places him upon her breasts, 
Comfortable like pillows with nipples. 
Nipples. Mmmm, good. 
From the very beginning 
The breast is a major source...

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I know, that there are no answers in cognac or armagnac
In the wine or sacred prayer,
No answers in geometry or trigonometry,
No response in Toronto, or Chicago,
That’s why we write this,

I know that there are no...

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I have heard "when YOUR dead, YOUR dead"
So why is Your memory still in my head  
Why does my Heartbeat (still) with YOUR LOVE
It has been 42 years since YOU joined GOD above 
My...

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PLEASE CHILD DON'T CRY,
PLEASE CHILD DON'T CRY WHEN WE FAIL TO TRY,
PLEASE CHILD I KNOW NOT OF TOMORROW,
BUT WALK WITH ME,
WALK WITH ME AND LET MAKE THIS TALK A REALITY.

A VISION SEEN BY THE HEART,
AND...

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When you see a white sail in the harbor of Brest,
A sail under a burning sun,	
It’s a nagging sail,
She has not the tranquility of a sail on the Nile,
Her mind is not at peace, her...

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