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At a corner cafe', in south central Marseilles,
While drinking imported Chablis
As people passed by, from the corner of my eye
Came a lady, she was smiling, at me
Well I looked around, feeling like a clown,
At the patrons, sitting nearby
They seemed to be lovers, talking to each other
I spun around, just in time, to say "hi"
"No parlez vous Englaise", was all she could say
So I stood up and pulled out a chair
But she walked up and hugged me, practically mugged me
Then kissed me like we were a pair
I shook myself loose, held up a deuce
For the waiter to bring her a glass
Then I sat back down, still looking around
Expecting to be rudely harassed
She had dark mousey hair, and oh what a pair
Of the sexiest dark brown eyes
I guessed her for thirty, obviously flirty
When the waiter finally arrived
He poured her some wine, she looked over at mine
Got up, started walking away
Then turning her head, In English she said
"Who the hell drinks imported in Marseilles"
by Daniel Turner
The first day of a new football season,what does it hold in store
will it be de ja vous,or many goals will score
Boro, always seem, to put you all to hope
the carrot snatched away,but we do have to cope.
It`s always been the same senario,but there was a time
when we hit wembley, twice in one season,and were not in our prime
relegated after, we were deducted points,players we did lack
we held our heads,built our strength,the top flight we were back
Nevertheless, a true Middlesbrough fan,will take the smooth and rough
be it all the good, plain sailing, or just down right tough
but being a mediocre team,we cannot really ask more
what a feeling it is though,when we get a winning score.
.
in order to have bliss i run the risk
on the high-flying disk there is no resistance
my dreams need no practical means to reason
now that i have been given into this musing
two magnets touched by two different polarities
round and round the Karma card
Venus and Jupiter dancing in a figure 8
now that you've made the sun flip
giving and receiving are not different actions
said Metatron and Kali to the sugar-coated tongue
tasting the sweetflag and sweet cinnamon
now pacing with me one foxtrot step at a time
dancing in the end zone cheers and jeers
abundance lies in the heart that allows
if one can't see through the door, why bother?
now that your pride goeth before destruction
direct hard truth flexible with too quick to act
stars shine on both sides
you deserve better when hope is restored
now that there is no you at the head of the table
sleight of mouth que voulez-vous faire?
the sun is not a balloon you can string along
the offing is a vertical horizon
now that you have reincarnated yourself
there is a light that never goes out
I wish I could speak in French,
Speak like I’m always in love.
Just let the words fly. Fly out from my mouth.
Fly out like a newly freed dove.
I’d say vous êtes la belle rivière dans mon rêve,
You’re the beautiful river in my dream.
We could talk all day about nothing at all,
I’d be the boat and you’d be my stream.
Even the numbers un, deux, trois,
Would make learning maths sound mega sensual.
I bet the kids at school would learn every multiple,
Learn them with each little decimal.
But the odd thing is that half of our language, to me,
Seems already stolen from France.
Words like harmony, rhythm, surreal and portrait.
Words like montage, cubism and dance.
So maybe it’s not the words themselves,
That make for a delightful lovely chat.
But rather it’s how they're said, spoken, and woven,
Sounding like music or just sounding flat.
So next time I meet my friends at a coffee shop,
And talk about rivers, music and art.
I can keep it in mind that it’s not what is said,
But that it is said from my heart.
Why does everything need your permission?
I am sick of this
Why do you have to grant it
before we can have it?
I am glad that you grant me that
What about other guys?
They may not have it
And that is not fair
Because really God, caring what you think is important
But it's hard to do
I don't know what you go from here
But You are the King
I can't change shoot
You can just do what You want
As You are going to do that anyway
I am going to just let You do what You want
You know what You need to do
I don't
Just let me know when it's over, will ya?
Because I don't want to be involving in the nitty-gritty
If you want to work on me
You have to do it on your own
Don't involve me
I am done working
Don't know and don't care
Yeah God I don't care lol
Take it or leave it
You can either make it better - on Your own
Or leave it alone
I don't want any part of it
I think I said my piece
So there on my own
Am I ever going to be on my own?
Never
But it will do
So wrap up God
You are going to do what You are going to do
And I am going to do what I am going to do
Parlez-vous français?
Me neither
And I don't speak French
So.....
SERENDIPITY
commercialized like dippity-do
— the extra hold hair gel.
sounds like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious*
so fresh; and clean —
a nonsense word used
when you have nothing else to say.
and let’s not forget serenity now**
yelled uncontrollably
when you need to calm down.
one more, s’il vous plaîs:***
serene, dip, dippity-doo-da-yay!
s-e-r-e-n-d-i-p-i-t-y
yes, i love to play with you
my loquacious love.
defined as: (remember to say it fast and pedantically)
the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable
(take a breath) or agreeable things not sought for****
i close my eyes in a honeysuckle fog.
the scent surprises me, dabs on my pulse points.
!!!!!!!!
i open my lids, and a friend,
i haven’t seen in eons, says hello.
!!!!!!!!!
my husband twirls me about
“serendipity” he says as he whisks me away to Paris.
!!!!!!!!!!
thus, i shall place my favorite word
in your hand like a flutterby,
i mean, of course, a butterfly —
the prism-break of
r-o-y-g-b-p and moonbows.
perhaps... i’ll look into my palm
and see your word placed there.
i draw a breath, my heart races — and yes —
it’s serendipity all over again.
8/16/2019
Favorite Word Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke
*Mary Poppins
**Seinfeld
***s’il vous plaîs - (sel-vü-ple) French meaning “if you please”
****from Merriam-Webster
You might wonder about my use of flutterby.
My brother used to give this word as a one
word clue to get me to say butterfly.
BELLE---part 1
beautiful, beautiful
so, beautiful
Quelque chose de spécial sur vos yeux
Belle
Vos lèvres juteuses plumbant
Magnifique..
beautiful
Belle
Votre figure 8 taille
Corps
classique-magique
Quelque chose à propos de vos cheveux
Arômes aromatiques-notes de fleurs
Puis-je caresser doucement votre tête courir mes doigts à travers vos cheveux
Chérie, une fois Ah!
beautiful
Belle
Quelque chose de votre âme votre grâce
Quelque chose à propos de votre témoin
Quelque chose sur ton visage
Vos pieds comment vous marchez vos traces
Encore une fois, hélas votre bouche la façon dont vous parlez, silence miel
S'il vous plaît permettez-moi chéri
de t'aimer, jamais vrai
Je vous appelle...
beautiful
Belle
1/20/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Kindred souls we were and always will be
Entangled between reality and eternity
Everlasting devotion beyond earthly adieu
Parting only briefly till our next rendez-vous
Sunsets providing us a gateway into infinity
Across divine dimensions etched into memory
Know how much I adore and watch over you
Every time you hold this locket, think of me
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 1, 2017 for contest ANY POEM WON IN A CONTEST IN NOVEMBER sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 3RD
and on October 11, 2017 for contest RHYME BATTLE IX sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 4TH
In referance to SATB
I didn't know that music lovers often
tell the story from the arrangements
and pairings to what the composer is sharing
he combination of instruments
don't get along
like the piccolo and tuba
they don't jive when there together
and the muted celesta and xylophone
they don't get along
whats a song
the sounds for many
comparable and gitty
composed to love or set a mood
sounds can't love
but are capible of being loved
it's arranged for cultural conservation
you get what the composers saying
even though sounds aren't capable of love
what one desire to love
is an obstacle and challenge
due to the facts of being love
takes an enormous amount of time
those who interfere
will say one maynot be sincere
which may indicate a lack of
a lovers importance
the sounds that are supportive
the bright side to the love thing
is defined by what
you bring
to level out both sides of
importance
the composer considers
a pitch that delivers
the mood the sound should bring
Les personnages de cette fiction ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer, alors j'ai refusé de leur
donner mon nom de plume ou mon nom légal.
Ils sont méchants et ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer.
Vous pouvez dire que c'est fou parce qu'ils sont
fictifs, mais ma représentation et mes moyens
pour parvenir à mes fins sont tous liés à ces personnages
Piccolo meddled in Tubas affairs
the audience stops and stares
the traits of a disoriented thing
and what about Celetas muting
wisdom tells us that
it's no suited with
xlophone maybe it's all fiction
but for where we're sitting
I aint never seen nothing like
this before
Research suggests those who interfere in others' relationships are more likely to have dark personality traits such as narcissism. Meddlers may interfere in a relationship in a variety of ways, such as by highlighting how one's partner has failed to meet important needs.
Who would you like to have lunch with?
With Mylène Farmer, I think,
Love is important,
But less than a beautiful rondeau,
Who would you like to have lunch with?
You have to sleep alone at night
Or drink a good whiskey,
Should you think about friends?
With Mylène Farmer, I think,
Or this cousin Catherine,
His voice is a touching sapphire,
Love is important,
But less than a beautiful rondeau.
Avec qui aimeriez vous déjeuner ?
Avec Mylène Farmer, je crois,
C’est important l’amour,
Mais moins qu’un beau rondeau,
Avec qui aimeriez vous déjeuner ?
Faut il dormir seul la nuit
Ou boire un bon whisky,
Faut il penser à ses amis ?
Avec Mylène Farmer, je crois,
Ou cette cousine Catherine,
Sa voix est un touchant saphir,
C’est important l’amour,
Mais moins qu’un beau rondeau.