Long Pas Poems
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of part one pertaining to my most recent poetic entry (Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged clasp one) unintentionally got submitted twice, and rather than tamper with attempting to delete delicately, (and probably wreak greater havoc then desirable), this generic human male (meaning thy characteristics of body, mind and spirit) lumped within that general category designated as average.
this chap neither exalts in arrogance, haughtiness, orneriness...nor does emasculate, humiliate, lacerate...his being.
tis modesty i strive for despite the (all to quick to judge via initial virtual impression) predicated on my predilection to populate poems (and/or prose) with ponderous pedantic particular pun dit tree.
HEARTBEATS ON PAS FE DEUX
Starstruck by your smile as I opened my eyes
Snow-white cheeks glows to peaches sweet
Running fingertip to heart shaped lips
As spring breeze kiss, I am a lady longing to grow
Fear a lost shadow because warmth flows
With your presence alone, I am soppy blown
You bestow me a new life within a universe that's dark
Walk with me, don't you depart
Let's decorate views: a tapestry of you and me
Man ... how quick you boil my fire
Your heart thumps a crystal chime choir
Cushioned pleased from your musky scent
Words weak and not needed for us to speak
Beside the hearth, let's dance our anthem real slow
as our heartbeats jive in a pas de deux
If by chance you catch my eye
I hope for you to see our sparkles high...
Our footwork a unison graceful cruise
Two become one in this dance we choose
Best given as we don't wanna to lose
© O. E. Guillermo
October 24, 2014; 10:27pm
***Inspired by the poem made by James Fraser: THE FONDER OF YOU
***PAS DE DEUX (French, literally "step of two") is a dance duet in which two dancers, typically a male and a female, perform ballet steps together. The pas de deux is characteristic of classical ballet and can be found in many well-known ballets, including Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake, and Giselle.
I look up from my desk and say, Good morning.
You flash a flirty smile, then look away.
I wink and doodle something in my notebook.
You brush on by with nothing more to say.
But darlin’, ain't it sweet when we take chances?
I feel a sharp electric tingle every time we touch.
It’s the danger found in copy room romances.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing thrilled so much.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
But wait until the time when we find time to be alone,
Impetuously daring what we’ve wanted all along.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
I didn’t think we’d let it get this heated.
I guess you thought I wouldn’t have the nerve.
I came on strong with everything you needed,
And gave you the attention you deserve.
But darlin’, ain't it sweet when we take chances?
I feel the same exciting passion every time we kiss.
In the risky game of closet door romances,
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing felt like this.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
But wait until the time when we find time to be alone.
I’ll follow you inside and enter your forbidden zone.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
Like a breeze licking the tops of the trees,
Like those silences that strike straight to the heart,
Like the river that believes it has tamed wild water,
Like that December morning that is not Christmas.
Like those clouds running through the blue of the sky,
Like that flower offering its beauty to nature,
Like the falling night stirring orange swirls,
Like a bird’s song fading into the distance.
Like those scents offering a symphony of freedom,
Like the Moon laying a veil of light,
Like the birth of life with no return,
Like the hand extended toward one and all.
An addition of moments that overwhelms me.
Like a prayer carried to the end of the path.
Joël Charvillat
PAs or Care Agency?
The thing that you need most if you’re disabled,
Is respect and control when you’re being assisted,
‘Cos you have a distance from your personal tasks,
Sometimes from birth, so you just need extended.
PAs respect, cherish and give you freedom totally,
When they’re caring or simply just standing by,
And because you choose them by interview,
Friendship’s possible, and they can maybe say hi.
However, if you want banter or direction,
Home care from a care agency is right,
Because they'll help you move and function,
Letting you overcome a confusing night.
They talk about their families instantly,
And the films and shows that they've seen,
And if they can, they'll talk about nutrition,
Give you a clue about what grams mean.
But, I have to say, they’re very often grouchy,
If you ask for something new or different,
And there’s domineering carer-types that chide,
Who want to control what’s your entitlement.
I had PAs for approximately seven years,
But I think my mum hated them, though silently,
Because they loved and treasured me and my beliefs,
Which objectified in proclivities to live fluently.
I hope that one day I leave the home care system,
It’s not for disabled people anyway, just the elderly,
Who are accustomed to their own home environment,
So care visits for them are fine most definitely.
I don't like not being free to live my own life,
Eating and all else just when they come, are here,
And sometimes I need something when they’re gone,
When I’m alone, by myself, to shrink and fear.
IL NE SUFFIT PAS (IT IS NOT ENOUGH)
Il ne suffit pas de te pardonner.
(It is not enough to forgive you)
Il ne suffit pas de me pardonner.
(It is not enough to forgive me)
Parce que tu m’as trompé.
(Because you cheated on me)
Parce que je t’ai trompé.
(Because I cheated on you)
Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.
(Both of us, we made mistakes)
Alors, il faut se pardonner.
(Therefore we must forgive each other)
Il ne suffit pas de t’excuser.
(It is not enough to excuse you)
Il ne suffit pas de m’excuser.
(It is not enough to excuse me)
Ça ne sert à rien de t’accuser.
(It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse you)
Ça ne sert à rien de m’accuser.
(It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse me)
Il y a de quoi de nous accuser.
(There is reason to accuse us both)
Ça vaut mieux de nous excuser.
(It's better to excuse us both)
Il ne suffit pas de dire «je t’aime».
(It's not enough to say "I love you")
Il ne suffit pas de dire «tu m’aimes».
(It's not enough to say "you love me")
Il faut continuer de se pardonner
(We must continue to forgive each other)
Et s’empêcher de s’accuser.
(And restrain ourselves from accusing each other)
Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.
(Both of us, we made mistakes)
Mais quand même il faut qu’on s’aime.
(However, we must love each other)
This lovely fruit that clings to tree:
it beckons shyly, just to me.
Not an apple to pick, alas;
nor a fine pear--I almost pass.
But then a perfume fills the air,
almost too sweet for one to bear.
And so I pick this lovely fruit
and give to one in my pursuit.
She thought it beautiful, at first.
I wasn't ready for the worst.
The face she made was new to me,
her screaming fraught with witchery!
She threw the beastly thing at me,
and ran away: I watched her flee.
What smells so sweet but tastes so sour?
That, I now know, is lemon's power.
What a faux pas I had just made.
But it unmasked a grand charade.
As lemon and the girl portrayed
that which lies within and not displayed.