Long Vive Poems
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The Man with the picture
The little five year old girl with a smile so sweet
Answered the door with no shoes on her feet
She looked up to the guest standing at the front door
The man holding a gift so she wanted to see more
She called to her mommy who
was making dinner for two
“mommy” she said “a man is here to see you”
The man took off his hat as she invited him in
The sweet little girl noticed a tear run to his chin
She grabbed the mans hand as they walked through the door
The man sat on the couch the little girl sat on the floor
As her mother walked in the room her mother started to cry
“Mommy why you crying” I don’t understand why
The man pulled out a picture of a man she recognized well
It was the same picture she saw up on the mantle sill
A picture of her daddy with the little holding his hand
Walking on the beach with their toes in the sand
He gave the picture to her mommy and hugged her so tight
Both sobbing and crying something didn’t feel right
The little girl stood up and hugged her mommy round the knee
She asked “was it something I did and are you mad at me”?
Her mommy choked back the tears and said “honey its not you”
This man knows your daddy they’ve been friends since you were two
She told the little girl the news no one ever wants to hear
Daddy went to heaven as she brushed back a tear
The little girl then smiled and said mommy “it’s Okay”
Daddy came to visit when I was asleep the other day
He sat down to play with me and told me Gods plan
And told me to be brave and we would be together again
He told me a man would come by with a picture of him
That would be holding a gift as a tear rolled down his chin
He told me he did what any brave daddy would do
He died for this man that has come to visit you
He hugged me and then he said his Goodbye’s
He told me he loved us and said for us not to cry
He said he had a message he wrote on the picture for you
His last will and testament that just said “I Love You”
The man stood up with an amazed look in his eye
Not sure if to smile or just stand there and cry
He said with a quiver “I just don’t know what to say”
The little girl grabbed his hand and said “we’ll be Okay”
Daddy’s watching over us he looks down from above
He comes in my dreams and sends us his love
Go away knowing and feeling the vive
That I’m a big girl now. I just turned five
Form:
Que solo soy un muerta sobre la faz
Que no me he dado cuenta nadamas
Que mi estancia en el mundo se acabó
Mi misión persona simplemente fracasó Puras culpas y desilusiones y tristeza cargo en mi alma
Que voy a conocer pronto el infierno
Que permanentemente iré a dormir
Y que próximamente sabré que se siente morir pero con mi Coca Cola Por que no quiero ir me sola ....
Señor cuida a mi hijo y a los míos, líbralos de todo mal
Hay quien dijo que más de un round no les iba aguantar y gane varias peleas
Un saludo dela muerta que sigue dando de qué hablar
Por que no a todos me quisieron con una mano cuento los verdaderos amigos y me sobran dedos ,, en la otra con la familia que cuento y también me sobran tres dedos incondicionalmente mi abuelita y mi tía querida como las extraño...
Sé que hay una raya que ya no voy a omitir no le temo ala muerte porque muerta mi alma está desde hace tiempo vive atormentada por los recuerdos que duelen día con día
Que el destino es quien va a decidir
Como será mi muerte ....
Más allá de la noche que me cubre,
negra como el abismo insondable, En la azarosas garras de las circunstancias
no he gemido ni llorado.
Sometida a los golpes del azar
mi alma sangra,
Más allá de este lugar de ira y llantos
yace sino el horror de la sombra,
Y aún la amenaza de los años
me halla y me hallará sin temor.
No importa cuán estrecha sea la puerta, del infierno
soy la dueña de mi destino, me empujó a este tumulto entre las nubes;
todo parecía sueño , de todo hice memoria,
los años por venir me parecieron
vano aliento,
vano aliento los años transcurridos
en igualdad con esta vida y esta muerte que no odio a quienes son mis enemigos,
no amo a quienes debo defender nunca supe como querer por que no me supe querer ami misma ... mi vida amorosa un fracaso como la Coca Cola mala En la amarga muerte encontre mi destino.
En la amarga muerte te vi y con una sonrisa te deje partir.
En la amarga muerte vi tu rostro y tu oscuridad con gusto recibi,en tu morada habite, en tus labios me perdi y no senti mas la muerte. la amarga muerte
te ame hasta la muerte
ahora se que mi muerte fuisteis tu
cabalgas en mi cerebro
y mueres en mi corazon
mi muerte fuiste tu
por eso me encuentro aqui sola y llorando con un sentimiento que no puedo explicar
Players So Short
Even if my players are still so short,
Can count on God when on the court;
Defend and depend,
Until very end;
Trough trials and tribulations did support.
Jim Horn
Will Believe and Receive
.
Remember when in God we always believe,
And a bright light from His Son did receive;
On have relied;
Then satisfied;
Actually gave Trump a thorough reprieve.
Jim Horn
Defied and Denied God
Instead of God glorified and being deified,
By Trump has been both defied and denied;
Be specific;
Not terrific;
Continually to is he lied, lied and more lied.
Jim Horn
We Have Remembered Poems by Horn
We have remembered lives we did live,
And things to God which we would give;
When day was done,
Saw a sunset stun;
Find our life full of vive, verve and veve.
Jim Horn
We remembered God forgiving our each sin,
And glad in all of our lives will always be in;
Made me smile;
Did not beguile;
To others, happy and friendly we have been.
Jim Horn
Remember when God answered our prayer,
So this story with you we will want to share;
Became sunburned,
And red skin turned;
He helped by giving bare bodies more hair.
Can't you just see Eve shaving her legs.
Jim Horn
We remember when married we were,
And birth of beautiful baby would occur;
Life dreamed of,
Full of much love;
Had bought pretty cat who likes to purr.
Jim Horn
Where They Wear Boots
Went to a camp where they wear boots;
After we had enlisted and were recruits;
Create great scene;
Keep room clean;
Headed off for chow when whistle toots.
Jim Horn
Cabby Constantly Crabby
We remember when God brought us a cabby,
Who was demanding and constantly crabby;
We started to see,
Happy wanted to be;
He went out and bought cat that is a tabby.
Jim Horn
And life likes to continue on and on
Until to heaven we have gone.
Hit Head of a Big Banker
We took another long trip on a tanker;
Reached end an did decide to anchor;
Safely did land;
Beach with sand,
And had hit the head of a big banker.
I thought it was an anchor clanker
not anchor a banker who is out of
control.
Jim Horn
Trump Should Inspect
Trump we truly should further inspect;
Discovered has been a human reject;
Off his rocker;
A real shocker,
As well as dumb ***** we did detect.
Jim Horn
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!
Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!
And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free
The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty
Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?
Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic
Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri
Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!
Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!
From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!
Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
Translations
Allons-y = Lets go, pronounced similar to Alizee
Magasins = Stores
N'est pas is written on sound should be "N'est ce pas"
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri = Eat your macaroon cookies my love"
C'est ton droit et ta liberte = Is your right and your liberty
« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They’ll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. »
« That woman deserves her Revenge. And we deserve to die. »
From « Kill Bill Vol. 1 »
I
Two French girls in Paris
one aged thirteen
the other fourteen
together take wing.
The police bring them back home.
Then hand-in-hand they jump
from their seventeenth floor flat.
They leave behind a note :
« This life has nothing to offer.
What are we living for ? »
An Austrian socialist philosopher-journalist in Paris
in perfect physical health
lies down beside his terminally ailing English wife
never to wake again together
after bequeathing their papers and wealth
not to the Socialist Party
but to a Catholic charity.
He leaves behind a long love letter
his very last remember-me book.
Till death does not do us part.
A Stateless poet passes through Paris
with his Spanish putative spouse
and infant boy.
Paris casts a covetous eye on the mother.
She plans the poet’s murder
and maims her son for life.
The People’s protectors pressgang her
and daily pound the poet to pulp.
Vive ! la France ! Viva ! la Francia !
II
A lone coyote trumpets over the sakura strewn snow
A moanful flute tugs at nostalgic heartstrings
Meiko Kaji comes on with her plaintive lilt :
Urami yibushi
We’ve not long to go in this void
The still frozen air gasps through swishing slices
Spurting Strüwel-Peter blood and bones
cherry blossoms on the snow-clad parapet
struck down by the lethally-chilled sheen
of the Hattori Hanzo steel
To kill there need be no will
The will to kill resides in the sill
of the vengeful white of the eye
III
Even if we can’t stand it any longer, Lady
We’d rather not leave just yet in a hurry
Would we see the likes of this world again
Ever know what’s better than this domain
Unknown to us the slow melodious dirge
Tugs at us : stay yet a while, it whispers !
Who knows who’d be there to receive us
Yes, yes, stay yet a while, little lady !
Hum a sentimental ditty
Recall even a fated memory
Revive some moments of levity :
A friend a face an outing
A little tenderness
A tiny moment of harmony
Together in this wilderness
© T. Wignesan – Paris November 14 2007 (Rev. 2012)
From: T. Wignesan
Copyright ©: T. Wignesan – Paris November 14, 2007 (Rev. 2012)
This is a song for a man or a boy
It’s a song for a woman or girl
This is a song for the straight and the gay
It’s a song for the whole of the world
This is a song for the cheerful, the fearful
and those who must stand up and fight
This is a song for the brave and the bold
and for those who are forced to take flight
Tyrannical despots
marauding invaders
Who see no wrong in what they’ve done
For those who would seek
To be conquering raiders
There’s no song… SO YOU CAN DO ONE!
The justice of peace
shall embolden our hearts
And we’ll face down your missiles and bombs
The angels for you
have no tune in their harps
So you'll just have to sing your own songs
This is a song for the black and the white
It’s a song for all shades in between
This is a song for the whole human race
And for you if you land and you're green
This is a song for the rich and the poor
Notwithstanding your hue or your tongue
This is a song for the peaceful at war
It’s a song for the old and the young
But this is a song to be sung with a smile on your face
A song to be sung anytime… to be sung anyplace
Where ‘Vive la difference’ puts the ‘human’ in the human race
And this song sings best when it’s sung with a smile on your face
Tyrannical despots
marauding invaders
Who see no wrong in what they’ve done
For those who would seek
to be conquering raiders
There’s no song… SO YOU CAN DO ONE!
The justice of peace
shall embolden our hearts
And we’ll face down your missiles and bombs
The angels for you
have no tune in their harps
SO, YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO SING YOUR OWN SONGS!
So, should you go forth with the dark in your heart
And your frown shows your mood to be black
Just sing for a while with a heartwarming smile
And you may find the world smiling back
For, this is a song to be sung with a smile on your face
A song to be sung anytime… to be sung anyplace
Where ‘Vive la difference’ puts the ‘human’ in the human race
And this song sings best when it’s sung with a smile on your face
Esta sociedad ciega esta en crisis,
Es la causante de la corrució caótica,
Solo viven de la intención inseguros,
Sin saber qué es la determinación,
Dejándose llevar por una doctrina quebrantada...
La sociedad solo vive por vivir,
No dejando legados,
Sino dejando marcas.
Por eso, la sociedad aclama saber,
Pero en realidad no saben nada,
En comparación a los reales sabios...
Pero, la sociedad rechaza,
La sociedad reprime,
Y la sociedad restringew a los sabios,
A veces por envidia,
Ya que están cegados por ambición y pendejadas...
La sociedad rechaza el ideal de los sabios,
Pero dejan a tontos e imbéciles libres al mundo;
A éstos les encanta vidajenear,
Por solo romper privacidad...
Solo pocos aprecian la amistad y el amor;
Otros se limitan a sí mismos y se ciegan;
Luego, se transmutan a incrédulos ambiciosos,
Sin propia convicción...
Por eso, muchos ambiciosos y mentirosos,
Recurren a la religión, en últimos instantes;
Pero, en últimos instantes es que éstos,
Mueren en propia cobardía e hipócrita sanidad...
No existe tal cosa como perfección,
Solo existe la compleja simpleza o la simple complejidad;
Pero, nada es imposible,
Ya que no hay límites en la posibilidad...
Por eso, no todos los que aventuran se pierden;
No todos los que exigen, aplican lo exigido;
No todos los que miran, observan;
No todos los que oyen, escuchan;
No todo el que hiere, merece;
No todas las heridas, sanan;
No todos los que inhalan, respiran;
No toda sonrisa es feliz;
No toda boca, habla;
No toda sangre y lágrima es en vano;
No toda mente y corazón son puros e inocentes;
No todos los que actuan, piensan;
No todos los que piensan, analizan;
No todo el que analiza, siente;
No toda alma es neutral y digna;
No todo el que existe, vive;
Y no todo el que vive, sobrevive...
Beatrice: Tu miri a la funestia de l'austeria
commistion de l'invidia e d'acerbe
quando crescer non vive e pur ingeria:
principia sono falde e non riserbe,
scienza che non impozza ma s'intenda
innesta a la puerizia unìce berbe;
così l'amplesso de' sofismi addenda
a 'l mondo la piètra ancora e rude,
e non liquor ch'accidia disincenda.
O altrove negasi qüelle drude
artefatte sentenze sanza cura
d'esser venène se non crude?
Ed esse cinte d'ingloriose mura
inspazia lo su' autor ne l'avvenire
non come munificio ma 'n usura;
per ciò che 'l suo miasma 'ntende aulire
intorno al pensier suo immaturo e marcio,
e assuono di sua sorditate benedire.
Ioàn: In nome de la tua spada disquarcio
onne mia dedizione pria diletta
se no da mia equità meco disarcio:
name mi sono appreso intra la letta
in che lo flume de 'l discorso rade
d'aver d'una rugiada l'aude umetta;
(Lat.absisto)astito da le mie false contrade
i' vegno a 'l primo freddo de 'l mattino
e sì novella possa mi pervade!
Beatrice: Ricorditi virtute è 'l tuo confino
ma 'n ella libertate a te è plenaria
e teco suggellar non può 'l destino.
Allora fa': di molte isquame acquaria
il laco de 'l tuo cuore mai diverso
d' amor che tutto 'nvita e seco invaria
e fé l'oceano sempre limpio e terso.
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
There are things I know that you will never be sure about. My life was easy, you have gone through more than me but I understand the world just the same. Every path I take I take with uncertainty and conditional faith, every path I avoid I avoid with thought and assuredness.
Though I may never see the dreams I reach for, that does not make them any lesser than your own. The ego does not drive me but rather what feeds the ego, approval and proof that I am good enough.
I will always work on the road of life laying asphalt in front of me to follow and I am content. There’s no secret to it. See what you have, see what others don’t and make the choice to be happy with yourself.
“Fair” is a loaded word, “Fair” does not account for what people are unable to say, “Fair” does not apply to those deciding what it is. To live a “Fair” life is to not live at all.
“El Riesgo Siempre Vive” the risk always lives, A motto I live by. I firmly believe that if no one suffered life’s challenges it would make life too dull to accept.
There is no answer to why we are here, there is no meaning or purpose, so each and every one of us must decide to find a reason. What we as individuals choose to be worthy of living and dying for.
It is true that no one ever comes back after death. It is also true that those who lived to their potential will be remembered for all time. There is no point or evolutionary drive for us to be remembered but not a single person wishes to be forgotten.
The past is a sour treat, carrying on what so many believed to be important but leaving behind what the few LIVED for. There are things you know that I will never be sure about but understand that living is the most important thing anyone can do.