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C’est derrière moi
j’aurais pu
être plus gentille
possiblement
j’aurais pu
réagir avec plus de délicatesse
j’aurais pu
possiblement
fléchir à tes caprices
être plus sympathique
j’aurais pu
j’aurais dû
peut-être
mais quelle espèce d’ami as-tu été
quand tu t’amusais à tordre tout
tu interprétais tout croche
mes mots mes regards mes opinions
aucune chance de m’expliquer
bien au contraire si froid
tout noir ou blanc sans compromis
le dialogue inexistant
la porte fermée à toute discussion
juge et jury
grossier et vulgaire
tout simplement
sec et superficiel
rigide et arrogant
rien de moins qu’un abruti
vraiment
j’ai de moins en moins de temps
pour les gens artificiels
Translated from my poem BURNT BRIDGES
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Brothers and sisters,
Our town, Anse d’Hainault, has lost one of its distinguished sons,
A true gentleman, Mr. Lesly Simon Anselme.
He was a man beloved by all the people of Anse d’Hainault.
That’s a very sad news, for us, in the diaspora!
Our sincere condolences go out to the entire family
And to all those grieving this loss. A friend has departed.
I cannot be there in person to shed my tears,
Yet I am there in prayer, in words, and in spirit.
I am currently traveling.
May he rest in peace! What a sorrowful passing!
P.S. Translation of “Hommage À Mr. Lesly Simon Anselme”.
Hébert Logerie, Poet, Writer, and Accountant.
September 6, 2026
Hommage À Mr. Lesly Simon Anselme
Frères et sœurs, Anse d’Hainault a perdu un de ses lauréats,
Un ‘gentleman’, Mr. Lesly Simon Anselme.
C’est un homme que tous les Hainaudins aiment.
Quelle triste nouvelle, pour nous, dans la diaspora !
Nos sincères condoléances à toute la famille
Et à tous affectés par ce deuil. Un ami est parti.
Je ne pourrai pas être present en corps et en larmes,
Cependant, j’y serai en prière, en mots et en âme.
Je suis maintenant en voyage à Montréal, au Canada.
Que la terre lui soit légère ! Quel triste trépas !
Hébert Logerie, Poète, Écrivain et Comptable.
6 Septembre 2026
Should it happen that someday they're seeking struggling bards,
To compose verse for Hallmark's Christmas cards,
I think that I should like summarily to submit,
The following mots for consideration, TO WIT:
(1) 'Tis so nice to receive a colorful array of Christmas cards,
From kith and kin sending their warmest Noel regards.
I'm sparing you the twaddle of an annual Christmas letter,
Since I think this simple card expresses my greetings better!
(2) I pray Yule have a joyous Christmas with your relations,
And that Santa will more than meet your expectations.
'Tis the Season for Joy, never feeling sad or blue.
That'll come, dear friend, when the credit card bills are due!
(3) As you dream and reminisce by the glowing fire,
May all come to pass for which you aspire.
Tho' it has been said many ways, I can't be more sincere,
Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
(4) May your heart be filled with hope and mirth,
As you celebrate the dear Savior's birth.
May your home be filled with naught but love and joy,
As you celebrate the birthday of that special little boy!
Robert L. Hlnshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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.
Powerful as a winter wind gust,
Pretty as a spring lily,
Warm as summer sun,
Fun as a fall leaf pile.
All encompassed in one person.
Flawed but beautiful.
I watch with admiration at the
Strong
Independent
Woman.
And I wonder to myself,
Whether I want to be her or be with her.
I force that tightness in my chest down.
Impossible.
They say to be anything you want,
But not this.
They would never accept this.
This would be inconceivable.
So the thought of inner peace fills my heart,
And I realize I am alone.
Whether I want to be her or with her is irrelevant,
Because neither will happen.
I dream of a day when I am loved.
When I live freely, in the open out of the cloud of despair.
The comfort of the cloud keeps me trapped
Once I leave, I cannot return, and I cannot stuff it back into a box.
But living under the cloud my whole life
Makes me cringe, cry, cower
I think it easier to love no one than to ever fall in love with the wrong one.
We are there walking on a beach,
Together like my grandma and I used to walk all those days ago when I was a little child.
As the sun hits her hair, I think how blessed I am to have found her.
The warm salty breeze blows her hair across her face, and I see her smile.
I feel the squeeze of her hand.
She is next to me. Now and forever. My love.
Fair, not at all.
Slowly torturing yourself. Exactly
Imagining futures that you have no business thinking about.
Imagining being loved while being too cowardly to show the world what you really are.
Putting yourself in the worst positions, for the sake of a stupid organ that has gotten you nowhere.
That stupid heart that skips too many times and more often than not you wish would stop beating altogether.
But when you’re alone and you look at her, you see something you shouldn’t, and you feel a connection that isn’t there.
That can’t be there. She doesn’t care for you. No matter how much you want those looks and stray touches to mean. They don’t. Nothing more than two friends. Guest, not date. Alone, not together.
POTD 27 Sept 2023
~LOVE SAID ~
"Go find her, set her free."
In my search, I found an array of colourful petals,
An abundance of aromatic aromas.
Each one, I hydrated with my blood and tears,
But each one pricked me with their thorns.
Fatigued ~ pondering an end to my quest,
I prepared for a life without a petal of my own.
A voice whispered ~
"Look this way."
And there you were
Glimmering under twilight's delight,
So I planted you in my heart,
So you can blossom in an ocean of love...
by The Silent One
And Maria Williams
French Lyric translation
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
(When he takes me in his arms)
Il me parle de tout bas
(he speaks to me softly)
Je vois la vie en rose
(I see life in pink)
Every time you kiss me, Heaven sighs
Il me dit des mots d'amour
(he tells me words of love)
Don't know why
Des mots de tous les jours
(everyday words)
I close my eyes
Et ça m'fait quelque chose
(and it touches me)
If only you would
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose
(The life in pink)
Some amazing talents come together here.
Thank you Silent One for your collaboration with me on this creative poem.
Ron Williams, for video direction and composition, which we put together.
And to David Luke for his excellent narration.
Attributions:
Lyrics by Edith Piaf
Music and vocal:
Michael Bublé & (feat. Cécile McLorin Salvant)
Album La vie en rose
Licenced by You tube
C'était l'amour au premier regard, mon coeur menacé
Et une connection si forte qu'on pourrait nous dire entrelacés
Je t'ai ouvert mon coeur et j'étais authentique
Toi, tu m'étudiais, tu m'examinais
Je l'ai cru romantique
T'avais appris par coeur les mots qui faisaient mon centre réjouir
T'avais appris son rythme et comment le maintenir
Je t'aimais de tout coeur, les yeux fermés
Je ne m'aurais jamais imaginé qu'à les ouvrir,
avec un couteau, je te trouverais
J'ai le coeur si lourd, que je le regrette tout
Si je pouvais, je retournerais en arrière
Maintenant que je sais que ton coeur est de pierre
Life is not a gift,
For those who do not find love,
You have to beat your eggs, your words,
It is necessary to bend like a reed,
Do not believe in fine speeches,
It is necessary to bend like a reed,
plant cabbages, curve the back,
Beat the eggs with love,
You flee all the rivals,
They have read your only flaws,
In Mexico, there or in Oslo,
For those who do not find love,
Life is not a gift.
La vie n’est pas un cadeau,
Pour qui ne trouve l’amour,
Il faut battre ses œufs, ses mots,
Il faut plier tel un roseau,
Ne pas croire aux beaux discours,
Il faut plier tel un roseau,
planter des choux, courber le dos,
Battre les œufs avec amour,
Vous fuyez tous les rivaux,
Ils ont lus vos seuls défauts,
Au Mexique, là ou à Oslo,
Pour qui ne trouve l’amour,
La vie n’est pas un cadeau.
VERSET 1.
And I do, I do love you, and I do love you;
Quand je regarde dans tes yeux, je vois au fond de ton âme, ton âme;
Est-ce que cela vous surprend que je vous aime toujours autant?
REFRAIN
Et je t'aime
Plus….
I do and I do love you
VERSE 2.
And I do, I do love you, and I do love you;
Quand je te tiens dans mes bras, je te relâche rapidement alors je lève les bras le plus haut possible;
Les bras et les mains sont loués de tout cœur, louant le Père céleste, Alléluia;
VERSE 3.
Quand je regarde dans tes yeux, je vois au fond de ton âme, ton âme;
Est-ce que cela vous surprend que je vous aime toujours autant?
And I do, I do love you, and I do love you;
REFRAIN
Et je t'aime
Plus….
I do and I do love you
REFRAME…
Et je t'aime tellement;
Je t'aime, je t'aime et je t'aime davantage
Que l'air que nous respirons
Vous êtes plus beau que le paysage printanier et la brise estivale
Amoureusement, belles images reine tu m'appartiens;
Et je t'aime tellement;
Car tu es vraiment un enfant, une fille de Dieu; (ET JE T'AIME TELLEMENT)
Et je t'aime tellement;
Plus que la vie, c’est toi-même que tu respires tous
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime plus….
I do and I do love you
And I do, I do love you, and I do love you;
et je t'aime
And I do love you;
17/01/19
Mots écrits par James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
Musique arrangée par James Edward Lee Sr.2019 ©
I found some pithy quotes attributed to the Father of our Nation,
And thought I'd share some with you to further your education.
I've read his "Farewell To The Troops" but this stuff I'd never heard.
Sounds like he lifted them from The Proverbs as written in The Word!
I must maintain my reputation for rhyme and meter if you will permit,
So forgive me for using poetic license in paraphrasing George a bit.
"Refrain from booze which is the source of many problems big and small;
It'll give you headaches and trembling hands and you'll achieve no work at all!"
"Far superior is an army of asses led by a prudent and ferocious lion,
Than an army of lions led by an ass!" (And for sure he wasn't lyin'!)
"I maintain that a sensible woman can never by happy with a fool,
Especially if the man she weds is as stubborn as an army mule!"
"No long distance can keep anxious lovers long asunder,
Unless they find another and that could cause a serious blunder!"
These are just a few mots that George in his wisdom did bequeath.
It can be said that truer words were never spoken through falser teeth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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