Long Monsieur Poems
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Heaven sent famed foodie pearl named after a chap from Kent
Treat with street cred neat feat stuff spread betwixt slice of bread
Hell bent that sarnie blarney intent as naans bent unfurl rotis curl
Tastebuds tamed twirl senses swirl a shame came from an Earl
If spice thrills are your vice or instead perhaps fills you with dread
Across the map.. bam.. bao..bahn mi or a bap.. cash well spent
Gutter scam peanut butter and jam glut just an instagram sham
Tut..cram full of ham..croque monsieur or more glam his madame
Or unctuous wheeze of the rambunctious tease of the Portuguese
Place booked am already hooked on a cheese toasty pan cooked
Slutty don’t give a damn.. a smutty chip butty lovely calorie slam
Wham bam decadent event prevent Hawaiian trying frying spam
Not being hasty Reubens are as tasty as cigars from the Cubans
Top grub can’t snub or choose a sub over jurassic classic the Club
Bocadillo peccadillo maybe tyro with gyro bambino with baby panino
Bespoked umami army of smoked salmon bagels or rye & pastrami
Shawarma true performer why magic number is 3 top of the tree BLT
Warren Zevon when terminal tumour did linger even had seminal humour
No rumour since a boy no glitch the singer was a finger food consumer
This baby boomer’s final pitch said without a hitch what made life rich
Not being a snitch Warren a quote hatched as knew couldn’t be matched
What did bewitch scratched that itch you can’t ditch because life’s a b*tch
The highlight another delight just dispatched so must “Enjoy Every Sandwich”
The Tower was engineered
by Monsieur Eiffel in Paris
the Wheel was favoured
by Mr. Ferris
Michelangelo in Rome
contributed St. Peter's Basilica dome
Eddystone Lighthouse the first
was constructed by Winstanley and
in St. Paul's Cathedral
Sir Christopher Wren had a hand
the seated Thinker
was carved out by Auguste Rodin
the Taj Mahal (Mumtaz') tomb
commissioned by Shah Jahan
all roads lead to the Colosseum
started by Emperor Vespasian
Borglum executed Mount Rushmore
while Hadrian gave us the Wall
and Ferdinand de Lesseps
secured the Suez Canal
in Byzantine Constantinople
Justinian I built the Hagia Sophia
in Italy Bonanno Pisano began
the (later leaning) Tower of Pisa
the Egyptian Pharaoh Khafre
inspired the Sphinx
but in Scotland who designed
the Musselburgh (golf) Links
INTRUSIONS OF NATURE
In a cascade of light, like wax that melts,
It strayed, mischievous and free of bounds,
Across her smiling lips, mine eyes did dwell,
Then solace found upon her bosom's mounds.
I pressed kisses on her ankles fair,
And in response, her laughter did abound,
Melodious, sweet, with notes that filled the air,
Like cut glass sparkling, a joyous sound.
Her dainty feet sought refuge in her gown,
As if to say, "No further, I implore."
Yet she relented, allowing love to crown,
Her laughter bearing no reproach, no more.
Her tender eyes danced 'neath my gentle touch,
A caress, delicate, to move her soul,
She cast her head back, mock despair as such,
"Truly, Monsieur," she playfully extolled.
And then, with kiss upon her gentle breast,
I met her challenge, laughter's flame renewed,
That laughter, a sign of consent at best,
She stood, undressed, resolute and shrewd.
Outside, brazen trees leaned 'gainst the glass,
Their leaves intruding, curious, so near,
Snooping upon our intimate repast,
Too close, invading our privacy, I fear.
:: 05.13.2023 ::
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-----------The Ficklest of them All________________
the yogurt curry rice
to compliment the birdy brunch.
the ribeye, monkfish and shrimp combo
is surf and turf for those who love differances.
both fried and broiled, or grill fish.
It's beleived they used crushed cheetos in the deepfried batter.
Sliced fried chip like features.
The Atta Bouis Royale
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sweet potatoes and white potatoes freid crisp
layed and cooled.
in a pot add, 3 tablespoons of brandy
1 block of cream cheese
1/2 block of fete
2 cans of drained and dried spinach
2 Tavblespoons of cayeneene
1/4 cup of ranch dressing
minced garlic
mined onions
1 teaspoon of anchovie paste
3 tablespoon of hony
lemon juice
1 teaspoon of vinager
in a bowl mix 2 egg yolks
1/4 cup of hgeavy cream
1 teaspoon of mace
1 teasppon of ginger powder
6 slices of candied ginger minced
1 teaspoon of soy sauce
let mixture melt both cheeses mix smooth
cover potatoes and broil
with a like mozzeroli topping.
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J'embrasserai ta main propre
et tes joues nettoyées,
mais ton cul, Monsieur ?
Soyons sérieux !
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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 a lady,
who disgraced him without intention.
On that day, he walked up to the lady,
'Bonjour mademoiselle he greeted'
The lady was so happy,
'here now is a brother,
qui parle Francais beaucoup' she thought.
She answered him with an alluring smile,
Ah, bonjour monsieur, je suis content
que vous parliez Francais
Mon ami was now in a hot soup,
when he knew the lady was no novice,
in what he knew nothing of any use.
The lady rattled on like a parrot,
and asked my friend 1001 questions.
My friend was only smiling like an idiot,
in front of the lady he thought of conquering
I had an ache from series of laughter,
as I watched the unfolding drama of a rascal
who wanted to use what he never had,
to make a fool of some of his fellow men.
10th August, '12
Mon ami-- my friend (male)
Bonjour mademoiselle/monsieur---- good morning Miss/Mr
qui parle Francais beaucoup -----who speaks French very much
Je suis content que vous parliez Francais-- I am happy that you speak French
*Broken*
Emotions that breaks a heart
Feelings of deep caring
My desire for someone to talk to
Loneliness to grieve
My suppressed pain
Oh! This temporal defilement
When my soul becomes merry
The days of happiness is past
The hour of sadness is now
This part hurt to know
This fruit of mine unripe
Taste sour yet enjoyed
Monsieur Lucifer at work
My feet singing tunes
To the lullaby of a foe
For years till date
My chameleons hid her colours
Come, sit with me friend
Give ears to this fool's grief
My cries are not
This daughter of Eve brewing tales
I need my growth not waned
Sadness that held up my tears
Aching for changes that sting
Devil's green snaky being
Desiring to have a taste to me
This life I loathe, detest
The days of heart games gone
As eagle flies in the sky
Shall aid my increase to bloom
Alexander a Tsar of ideals
A man of heart and noble thought
His mentor, Swiss, Monsieur La Harpe
From childhood, molded to play histories part
He built his armies, to defend his land
His imperial crown and noble lands
Serfs and soldiers, all as one
Napoleons fodder, yet they won
A kind soul, with Christian heart
Ideals inspired by youthful dreams
La Harpes moral guidance did play
Mystical as a musical harp
Onwards in life did this Tsar March
Napoleon was exiled, to an island of defeat
As Cossacks marched along Paris streets
They danced both sides, in freedoms hard won
Josephine and Alex, in the night, dined alone…
The Tsar became Frances golden light
Bringing reforms and Senate into the light
Who would have thought, so long ago
The Tsar of Russia, in Paris did go?
He defended the lands, borders and rights
Giving the Nobility and England a terrible fright
What he feared at home, he endeavored abroad
He was the beginning of visions to be…
Vive la France
La liberté
Peace and Fraternity
Our Holy Alliance
Notes:
The Tsar who defeated Napoleon, written by Marie-Pierre Rey
Where to begin? She did a wonderful job on his biography as well as uncovering original documents in archives, shedding new light on his life.
Yes he marched to Paris
Yes he befriended Josephine the wife of Napoleon, much to the dismay of all.
Yes he endeavored to create a constitutional monarchy
Yes he fought to protect much of Frances borders, feeling that France was a counter weight to the other European powers at the time.
Frédéric-César de La Harpe (born April 6, 1754, Rolle, Vaud, Switzerland — died March 30, 1838, Lausanne, Switzerland) was a Swiss political leader and Vaudois patriot, who played a leading role in the creation of the Helvetic Republic. Was the tutor of Alexander the 1st, and played many would say a key role on the future Tsars actions during his lifetime
Waiter waiter!
look!
but monsieur
you ordered a minnow soup, n'est pas?
Waiter waiter
Not one swimming
around in my soup
a brown minnow full of brown poop
I don't want minnow poop
in the soup
why look, its a bald beady eyed minnow
waiter! I swear this minnow is drunk
ah Monsieur, we give all our minnows wine
before death
Waiter now I know why Greeks
throw dishes at walls
I swear than damn minnow tried to write
a poem, what gaul!
Plato must be going mad
in his grave
Monsieur , can we offer you some Coock & Hen whiskey
to drown out this bad taste?
No comment
An empty packet of Gauloises,
black coffee, a croque monsieur.
An aromatic café
breakfast in the Montmartre.
Later I switch to Camels,
a bumpy ride to seek out a friend
in the sixth arrondissement,
that night I left my Dunhill lighter
on her bedstand.
The cigarette lighter
had value,
I had haggled for it in Malacca,
eventually a young Hindu guy
reluctantly parted with it
as if selling his own grandmother.
Malaysia smoked lucky Strikes,
sold as single sticks,
you could buy them at any age,
they kept them in a glass jar
on the counter like candy.
Our generation thought it
too high a risk to die old,
and yet here we are
still lingering by the La Brea tar pits
looking for smoke signs.
She lay there, silent and still, in a falsified sleep,
As her hands danced that tangible love with her blanket.
The blink on her lips told me all of her secrets,
For my eyes she was a submissive ripe banquet.
Then her inviting arms opened to pull me in closer,
Closer to her little dark red elfin lips.
And she kissed like a robin promenading her lover,
Clutching my everything with hushed fingertips.
We created deep truthful love, all into the night,
The moans and the groans and the roar.
All over the room, all over the house,
All over the cold kitchen floor.
My lover lay there silent, in her falsified sleep,
Always waiting for her master to awake her.
With a kiss from her knight, on her lips to ignite,
She is my dame and I’m her monsieur.
Written a year ago but never entered into a contest, thought it might suit Mystic Roses Red contest.