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To rise above all the voices that tried to bring me down,
The gestures that wound, the silences meant to hurt.
I dreamed of a vengeance that would soothe my heart,
Healing injustices and erasing fear.
My childhood words remained too fragile inside me,
Unable to defend myself or make a choice.
Then time passed, and I understood the distance,
That everyone moves at their own pace, in silence.
But the beauties of life finally calmed me,
Reconciled me with the hours and the past.
We wish we could suspend those moments of light,
When happiness fills our whole atmosphere.
We forget about time, yet the mind remembers
That trembling fear of what tomorrow brings.
Then age advances, and retirement calls us,
A siding where our soul is quietly stored away.
As if living still disturbed the mirror,
Forgive me for having words and hope.
Forgive me for still having things to offer,
Facing the fear that comes silently to weaken us.
When the ink of memory erases faces,
I want to shout “I love you” before turning the page.
I want to give again, as long as time allows,
One last surge of life, a final promise.
And in the eyes of those who waver around me,
I see hours that tremble,
Gestures still trying to hold on.
The body hesitating, the mind thinning,
And this slow disappearance
Brushes against my own light.
So we move forward gently,
With this new attention
That the years give us
When they teach us to see differently
What drifts away,
What frightens us.
And sometimes, in this time offered,
Days take on a slower color,
As if certain presences
Slipped a little further into the light.
Time flows without waiting,
And sometimes it fades, sometimes it is born,
In a movement no one can hold back.
Joël Charvillat
Ce la vie
We will not live forever
We will die
Someday here on earth
We still have some life
To live ahead of us
Please don't sleep in
During the mornings
Because you will be
Wasting a day away
Ce la vie
It is God
That has made
The four seasons for
We do live in
He made
Summer, Winter, Fall, and Spring
Now we are having
The last days of Summer
We are not happy
That the summer is ending so fast
The birds went south already for
The winter
When the night arrives
Here on earth
We go straight to bed
Because God made a
Sleeping schedule for
us to follow it
We never stay up
Late past our
Bedtime
Also, tomorrow will
Be a new day
And we will be up
Also the first thing
We do when we wake up
Is pray to God
Also, it was our God
That gave us the gift
Of health
Also, we must take
Good care of our health
We have chosen not to smoke
Also, we have chosen
Not to drink
Also, we must
Take care of our hygiene
Every day we take showers
In the mornings
Nobody can't live without
Friends in our lives
Because we would be
Lonely
Yes we need to make
Some friends
In our lives
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.
No three-piece suits
No conformity
New ideas
Feared by the norm
Given room to grow
Not held down by rules
Freed by those who fight the mainstream
People who want to be an us
Rather than part of the them
Artists, actors
Poets, writers
Singers and dancers
Together in old brownstones
Candles for light
Little to eat
No money to pay the bills
Yet they create
On the steps and on every street corner
Songs playing late into the night
Guitars and makeshift drums
Vocals match the primitive beats
Poets and writers sit alone in their rooms
Hiding in little light they stare into space
Dreaming of the next word
Trying to find the perfect line
Artists look into a world of brick and concrete
Seeing beauty in what others cannot see
The flower on the curb
Beautifully alive
Bright colors
Reds, blues and golds
Become a painting few will ever see
They do not create for money
There will be none
They do not create for fame
That will come long after they are gone
They create for inner peace
Words, colors and sounds
Soothe them
Calm them
They can forget the problems of the world
And share a promised land
Viva la vie Boheme
We take for granted this mystical life,
full of surprises and razor sharp strife.
Sometimes the profit is worth the lost sleep,
yet when selling out our lives seem so cheap.
Our time here is short gone before we know,
thinking we have time before were laid low.
There's one way for sure to know we've done well,
to avoid that train that leads straight to hell.
Let us see others in a caring light,
and give them our help and do what is right.
before we know it the end comes so fast,
with no more future and only the past.
Then we'll understand come the last mile,
when our friends greet us and all with a smile!
date:10/06/2019
contest:here one minute gone the next
sponsor:Line Gauthier
a dulcet dreamy rendition
of sweet symphony
paints a cosmic light
inciting the sleepy moon
over the silvery sea
as music soars~
I see clouds descending
to kiss the silky shore
resting on his bosom
and as the music fades,
I hear him sings "La Vie En Rose"
in soft serenading tenor~
Oh, my life begins to glow in pink.
Notes: "La Vie en Rose" (French for '"Life in pink"') is the signature song of popular French singer Édith Piaf, written in 1945,[1] popularized in 1946, and released as a single in 1947. ( Info credits to Wikipedia). This ekphrasis is based on Richard Clayderman's performance on piano.
5 February 2022
A Strand (1066) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand strand
1st place
I am perhaps a bit overzealous at times
But that's just the way I am and have always been
My love genes far outnumber all other combined
I'm certainly not complaining, my friends
But it can sometimes lead to a misunderstanding
That's the challenge that life can sometimes throw at us
To rise above it all with a "c'est la vie" attitude
Can be a daunting task at times
But the results will be a much happier existence
Does this sound like a lecture
Sorry, I can get carried away at times
Really want to pass along what life's experiences have taught me
As we journey through it, in what seems like
Blazing speed... no one gets out alive
So the best advice is to hang on and enjoy the adventure
It's a one time limited offer that expires far too soon
C'est la vie, mes amis, c'est la vie!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Vase Dream - c'est la vie
White vase with no design
Dangling there - c'est la vie
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything
In an apartment rising skyward
Lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a railing raw
Languishing over the 20th Floor
Or there about
And more - c'est la vie
The balcony did its’ best of course
Displaying the fragile curves
Morning sun light danced approval
Around bouncing beams above the surface
But nothing could stop a soft breeze from…
Poof!.....And off it went… c'est la vie
An alert French man
Pastry smile and all
Happened along
With left handed nimble fingers caressing a Beaujolais 42
The other hand stretched out with stress
As if to field an errant football pass
And in that chance encounter…Catch!...
Tumbling to concrete boundaries down
Bottle released in a wincing crash
Ground favored his mortal urgency
Pottery saved - c'est la vie
Intact
French man’s head cracked
Let’s say opened
Something like an egg
A natural death ensued - c'est la vie
A passer-by seized the moment
Lifted vase and fled
Made off down and dirty
An ally
Another fate for vase awaits
Less encumbered
In a land far away
To dream of ledges - c'est la vie
If so inclined
Or so designed
Modified on 10/21/14 for - c'est la vie - Poetry Contest
If you have an enemy,
Treat him like a friend
He may not understand this
He may be too dense to comprehend.
When people do not like you,
It is not your fault.
They may not know the reason,
Why are you not their sort?
Some types of people,
Are their worst enemy,
They live in ivory towers
And look down on those they see.
But if you do not seem to notice
And pretend you do not care
Try smiling broadly,
If you should meet them anywhere.
You will confuse them,
And they will not be sure what to do
Should they smile back,
Or be obnoxious to you.
If they still don't want my friendship
It will no longer matter to me
As I will have to be content with the fact
C'EST LA VIE!