Long Francais Poems

Setting: a cafe, chamonix, in hand a tea.
Across- a woman, seated, not seeing me.

Embarrassed I am,
that I, a questionable I, 
like a lamb: 97 and 1 kilogram,
am engulfed by her,
like Noah by heavanly mer.

Can I...

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I hate wearing flamin’ suits and I hate wearing rotten ties, 
but if eating in a ‘glitzy’ restaurant, then I have to realize,
I can’t go wearing shorts and singlets or my best pair of thongs,
and...

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I was born at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road
Which runs through Shepherds Bush 
Like an artery, 
And in the mid 1960s,
Served as one of the great centres 
Of the London Mod movement, 
But...

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

I was born Carl Robert Halling at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road which runs through...

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Aux lacs italiens

 
         Douce l'italie, ca n'est pas moi qui raillerai jamais tes
amants, méme quand la passion les emportant Bien au contraire,
les exces m'enchantent. Je me...

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Seeming unseeing, expressionless being
Asleep in this wide awake town 
Leant on the side of a bridge cross the river 
Her gaze and demeanour are down

Considered a knife for taking her life
But thoughts of whom-ever might...

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Everybody knows him as Alessandro,
the handsome gigolo of Via Veneto,
and his lucky charms he sells to many a gorgeous lady,
he approaches them and says,
" Mademoiselle, parle vous Francais?"
as he struggles with words, she replies,"Oui"
And he...

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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....

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I once had a friend in College,
who was a young man named Fred.
He had a funny crazy habit,
of making certain utterances in French,
to pretty girls he hoped to conquer.
One day he met his match in...

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Timothy Dimwit


Timothy Dimwit would not go to school
And all of his mates considered that cool
But Timothy Dimwit was never in school
And as a result he knew nothing at all

Timothy Dimwit couldn't spell bat
He couldn't spell...

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A Vegetable Story

Broccoli, Spinach, yummy fresh Garden Peas,
Cabbages, Winter Greens, Cauliflower Trees.
Runner Beans and broad, Mange Tout so Francais,
Curly Kale, Crunchy Sprouts on a cold windy day.

Onions, Parsnips, Carrots and tall Welsh Leek,
King Edwards, Purple...

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I think the French and Greek have the most beautiful expression for the word "wife" in their languages: Ma Femme (French) and Gynaika Mou (Greek), which when translated to English resonate with a cave man...

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French Silk Pie!

Heaven must be missing Angels
Oceans must be missing mermaids
Miracles must have grown feet
Prayers answered, you are their manifestation 
Such sophistication
Cake frosting smooth rich creamy butter tastin- skin
So soft to touch. I could get...

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I got a polo neck jumper.
She said they were in.
Pep wears one.
He hasn’t manboobs.
Ribbed, dark grey.
Tighter than it should of been.
With a vintage leather, black jacket.
Sophisticated,continental, 
so I bought a pain au chocolate.
From Greggs.
I think...

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I’ve got size ten feet, you know what that implies 
Maybe that's why there’s a spark in her eyes 
She said if I give her a hand ’round the house 
She’ll give me a naughty...

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This is a 2 Language poem, 3rd language is also a blur
 (Funny fact. my dummy poem.)
 
Oh Mon Dieu  je  suis  comancer  oublier a parler francais!
Oh my   ...

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Three French quatrains, Translation of Etiemble’s Trois quatrains français  by T. Wignesan

Fly …fly !

For Sylvie (Etiemble) on the occasion
of commencing primary school

All cats are school-goers
watching a fly fly
but the teacher caught the fly:
one should...

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I'm having trouble with
The voices in my head
While I speak simple english
They speak fluent french
So I never really know
Just what is being said
Which makes it hard to understand
The voices in my head

I never know exactly...

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                      On Killing Poetry

How truly small can we create a poem?
Small as a button or a well-worn stone?

Is is technocracy...

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Salut! How are you
See not the sky, see the tower of love
Steel that tickles the belly of heaven
Stairs that reach for the skie
Say hello to France
State of love is always welcomed
Seven even eight can come
Art...

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