The round dance of the world is a cry from bottomless years.
Celestial waves grant me beautiful music.
In a flash the years pass, destinies drift away.
A star sparkles at the heart of time — it is magic.
Wave after wave, surging, the oceans break the rocks.
Listening to your voice, the sound of your steps, a part of me.
I feel taller; I see you again playing — it is the past.
Years are never long enough; we always run after what?
The day will come when I leave quietly, with nothing,
but a soul loaded with so much — an encyclopedia.
Above all, to share, to keep nothing, to serve what is good.
On that day, the painter of words will remain a link to life.
Poet of a time, all the strength of the wind licks my sail.
My son, the song of love flows in me — it is for you.
A glimmer in the sky carries my heart, a dust of stars.
And my brightness that night, up there, will shine only for you.
— Joël Charvillat
Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,
Your voyage, hence has ended,
This Voyager, once befriended.
Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,
The thrill for you, sailed the Seven Seas,
The will of crew, ever would appease.
Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,
Your ship and crew behind you,
May Heaven soon remind you.
"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George,
how do I see thee?
Let me count the ways...
Tho' beauty is only skin deep,
and in the eye of the beholder,
or so we have been told,
yours is more, it goes to the bone,
a sore sight for eyes to behold,
now you have acceded to the throne.
As, like diarrhoea, it seems,
it runs in the genes,
and, if POTUS is President of the USA,
would you be he, KOTUK,
King Of The UK?"
'Surely you jest,' quoth he in dour reply.
Tho', not joking nor feeling surly,
"Some things you simply can't deny,
ours not to reason why," said I,
"and please don't call me Shirley!"
RASTA MY ASSASIN MURDERED AT MY FEET RETURNED WITH A PILE OF GRAVEYARD DIRT SEARCHING FOR THE OWNERS OF THE BAKERY A BAKERY ALREADY SOLD SWINDLED FROM THE OWNER IN THE END A CURSE PUT UPON ANYONE WHO TRIES TO CLAIM THE BAKERY TANGIBLE DEAL WITH THE DEVIL AFTER THE KILLING OF RASTA ANDREW THE BODY GUARD WAS FORCED TO MARRY THE DEAD MANS SISTER THIS MARRAIGE IN HELL WOULD LAST ONLY IF THE BODY GUARD NEVER SHOW INTEREST IN THE QUEEN HE SAVED THE BODY GUARD JAMAICAN FEMALE DESIGNED A ROOT ON HIS LIFE FORSAKENED WITH 9 NAILS 9 PINS 9 NEEDLES SADLY GRAVEYARD DIRT SHOES FROM THE INTENDED VICTIM OF WITCH CRAFT BACKFIRED BECAUSE THE BODY GUARDS HEART BELONGED TO THE QUEEN THIS ALLOWED THE VOODOO TO ATTACK THE BODY GUARD WITH SUDDEN MULTIPLE STROKES THE MORAL OF THIS STORY NEVER MAKE DEALS WITH THE DEVIL TANGIBLE LESSONS OCCURED WHILE RASTA ANDREW RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE WALKING BACKWARDS FAR FROM JAH FAR FROM HIS ROOTS
Dogs howl, people also,
that moonful yowl is a sustaining thread,
a link to soul.
Most folks beat the bushes
looking for God knows what?
Only those who've done with howling
get it -got it - know it -
they've got that sustaining thread,
even so, now and again,
everyone’s still got to bay a bit,
just like any other dawg,
even so.
You used to say
that pizza always sucks
once you’ve had your last slice
you’d grab the best sneer to mimic
all those moments we couldn’t box in
would have your forehead slipping into eternity
by stroking the surface of boiling water
would complain about pain
like it it could go away with high frequency
and would dress my happiness
like the first day of school
would remove my patience
strip it back like sun-dried skin
extract the life out of mouldy glimpses
pour it back into sudden itches
Soft hands, intertwined with mine,
Increasing my grip, for we have no time.
Your bright eyes, your beautiful smile,
Down to my knees, I fall again.
Mon amour, you belong to my heart,
A tear falls to the thought of our depart.
Your soft hug comforting my wounds,
But I can't seem to let go of you...
Three letters one word, one sentence
One idea, one ideal, one sequence
of generating generated art that even AI
cannot duplicate because I
just tried to use ChatGPT to compose
This soliloquy and please before you start, those
of you that think for me to do so is fraud-like
There’s little for me about you to like
And you see the real issue here, the problem
lies when you try to use the system
because how will you begin to describe a rose?
Is it the smell, the name, the beauty, the function? All those
are all multilayered and you can’t just slam it a name
Beautiful. Damn it's not just the same.
And that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you
Refined, elegant, intelligent, beautiful, mon Dieu
It’s not just something I could label with one word
One of those of which you’ve heard
That they eclipse the sun wherever they are
While others walk on the moon, they are the star
Like the purple gold of the bolivianita
Brilliance all colliding in the chiquitita
It’s a great an honor for me you see
That this seraph knows me
And if I was to give her a face a being
Joy, joy that’s her thing.
Oh, my…oh…my sad heart’s bang on broke,
Bidding adieu, to my lover, a sweet bloke.
A tall, brunette sailor, going back to the sea.
In duress, I moaned, what’s to become of me?
Without his eyes, the deep color of the sea.
And his tanned ,muscular arms to encircle me.
I rested my arms on the railing, as his ship pulled away,
Knowing, I’d recall this moment forever and a day.
Come back, come back, dearest sailor of mine.
To love me once again and stroll in God’s sunshine!
4/24/2023
In Scotland the reindeer arrived at a canter
And Rudolph gave Santa some humorous banter
His outfit was red
But sat on his head
A bright ginger wig and an old Tam O’ Shanter
25 November 2022
Contest: A Funny Christmas Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
"mon dieu"
she's
definitely
French no
no oui
i don't have
a frog in my
throat
Mon Cherie Amour
Always in my heart....you beat,
Like a drum being played in
summer’s heat.
Cymbals I do lovingly hear,
Whenever our naked toes are near.
You, the ever-present, inspiration.
The driving force, behind my simple,
poetic creations.
I wonder oft, are my poems dull or
boring?
I shan’t apologize, as my wish, is
to set other souls soaring.
11/14/2021
I needed a friend
but knew not what it was;
indeed had never known.
Needed a lesson,
required a teacher
to show, instruct.
She stood on my toes
which were in her way
that day -
damned if I knew why
because I was wined ?
Come and tell me who
understands just what it is.
Period.
repose-toi, chassons tes ennuis
mon amour, laisse-moi te fredonner une berceuse
oublie tout ce qui te pèse, ferme les yeux
mon oreille doucement collée à ton coeur
je désire me glisser dans tes bras, être bercée
doucement par les vagues de ta poitrine
nous voici naufragés, la tempête apaisée
tentons de laisser derrière nous les débris puisque
dans la sérénité du présent, tout est calme et sublime
Translated from my poem SLEEP, MY LOVE
AP: 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Si chaleureux
Avec espoir
Tu me fais croire
Prière à genou
Parmis nous
Soleil qui brille
Continue à m'écrire
Bien rédiger
Nous allons riens manqués
Un avenir de bonheur
À ouvrirs des coeurs
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