Long Frenchman Poems

Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been...

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K373 and K374 of the THIRUKKURAL: Translated with Commentary

The poet's name, THIRUVALLUVAR [Thiru = Sacred and Valluvar = the name of the priesthood caste of the « Pariah » (whom Mahatma Gandhi prefered to call...

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...Back went his friends, facing the great onslaught,
they went to the fort, its safety they sought,
but the French took their time, did not give chase,
began to dig trenches, invest the place.

Colonel Munro, upon seeing all...

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There was an old cowboy named Claude LaFeet,
      the scourge of the western plain.
A Frenchman by birth and a man of some girth,
      he limped...

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...Duncan’s unit, the 42nd,
was placed in the center of the mass,
the French would crumble quick, he reckoned,
when the lines started marching at last,
not knowing that no orders had come,
yet on the left came the sounds...

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2016 Motor City Open Champion

It has to happened, this day has to come...
When a low ranking player defied the odds as they come..

In a place called the Motor City, showcasing a world squash tournament...
All the...

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i read and hear online the words 
from the other side of the world, 
the bearded angst and deeply rutted face 
of a soul with far, far too much 
sorrow to carry.

my eyes well, as...

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TAKING ME HOME

Mosquitoes tore at my skin
small but lethal
I struck at them but they were too fast
so I sat and bled

Bleeding, sitting in the restaurant 
in the Eiffel Tower in Paris on the top floor
I...

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Pink vase with no design
Dangling there so blue- c'est la vie 
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything hectic
In an apartment rising high skyward
The item lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a...

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My manuscripts are hers.
I find no solace in puddles, 
 no security in single, silver spoons.
She is there, always.
 
 My breath is not safe.
Her ghosts floats out in puffs,
that so go to the very...

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“Cambodia is
Cambodia but not really
Cambodia.”
That’s what some say
As the years roll on
Forty years or so since Pol Pot and his pals posted
‘Year 0”, 
Sent the whole thing to the wash,
 And it came out 
Red.

So...

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One in a million, gazillion, bazillion
Worth more than gold dollars a trillion or a billion –
You are my beacon, a Christian, love driven.
No heathen, no herdsman, no huntsman or felon.
No elfin, no ermine, no coward...

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Monkey Hangers
(A little historical factoid from your Uncle Mike)

According to local folklore
In England, there at Hartlepool
A monkey was hanged from a yardarm
A monkey that wasn’t a ghoul
It happened way back in a war time
Napoleonic to...

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...And what of my English background,
when those damn Normans came to town,
they slaughtered us, and left us ruled,
by Frenchman with ambitions cruel!
So Paris owes me lots of cash,
and London owes me too, at that!
And that’s...

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I am a word, a simple scribble - 
ink arranged on empty page;
I'm voiced with passion from a preacher's 
pulpit, or the actor's stage.
        I'm sprayed in hate...

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HERE'S TO CHARLES MARTEL
By Roy Merritt

Here's to Charles Martel he's a hero after all 
He kept Europe safe for Christians 
When the Muslims invaded Gaul
He beat them at the Battle of Tours 
And forced them...

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I, the evil harlot stand tall
I, the adulterous shall not fall

Thus you've branded thee my name
But it is I who will live out your defame

You are my master, my country, owner of me
For no other...

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Do I wake or dream?
Another one –
Life is a bowl of cherries.
One more –
Not with a whimper,
but with a bloody big bomb.

The house is ply-struts and particle composite.
Mum is cardboard,
but dad and my little sister...

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Renown

There was a pub in Taunton known world over
And boy did it ever hop, good live music 
uplifted the spirits of the motley crew
or was it the smell from the clouds of smoke?

I tell you...

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With compass and sextant, paper and ink,
Bungaree, Nanbaree, Matthew and George
and a cat and a crew were at sea.
They went sailing and sailing, around and around
in Eighteen Hundred and Three.

The Investigator’s navigator calculated space
by meridians...

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I like the way you walk Mademoiselle
You do it like you do and do it well.
This Frenchman though a foreigner admires
that wiggle wen you walk-like prancing fire.
This is my card. You notice I am chic?
I...

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A barrister tottering through alleys of London,
  Alcohol-shamed when espied;
Slinking home at four in the morning,
  To a pillow of tears never dried.

Sidney Carton's the wretch whom others denounce,
  He groans at...

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There's no need to be alarmed, I'll wake up anyway,
perhaps today they won't hassle me, it will be better day;
ship was sinking, englishman said: 'Women and children first,
american said: '---- the women,'  'frenchman said:...

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The most romantic city in the world the passenger next to me said
Her girth had oozed into my seat too, for she was super corpulent
I will fall in love, marry a rich Frenchman, live a...

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Up in Maine lived an old frenchman
His name Louie Ledoux
Born and lived there all his life
A Mainer through and through

One day Louie heard a knock on his cabin door
He opened it to find two men...

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