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2025

Et si c’était la dernière ? 2025
Je n’ai pu m’empêcher de pleurer
en t’embrassant sur Times Square,
Dans la ville qui ne dort jamais,
Et si c’était la dernière ? 2025
Je vous souhaite une très belle année 


What if it was the last? 2025
I couldn’t help but cry
By kissing you on Times Square,
In the city that never sleeps,
What if it was the last? 2025
I wish you a happy new year.

North Pole Silent Nigh

There was a venturous gent
Who travelled the earth’s extent
But at the North Pole
It took quite a toll
Deciphering their accent

It started when he heard elves
Discussing amongst themselves
Saying: ‘le’s make oys
For he girls and boys
And pu all his suff on shelves’

Then said: ‘beer wear warm bandannas
Visiing Monreal and Monana
Because we’re old
Is exra cold
So bring exra blankes for Sana’

Now this gent was truly confused
With the kind of language elves used
Yet he feared missing
So kept on listening
And flipped from anguished to amused

The elves resumed: ‘Is ime o sing
Followed by hiry bells o ring’
Well that sent the gent
Closer to the scent
Of the kind of slang they did sling

He then met the elves finally
With a hey, hello, and howdy
Then said the words right
Singing Silent Night
As: ‘Silen nigh’; with a silent T



Translation if wanted:
Let's make toys
For the girls and boys
And put all this stuff on shelves

Beter wear warm pajamas
Visiting Montreal and Montana
Because we're told
It's extra cold
So bring extra blankets for Santa

It's time to sing
Followed by thirty bells to ring.

A Tall Tale From a Short Woman

We were all on a turquoise moped on Interstate 635.
Mr. P.U. Fancy Pants Panda of course, got to drive.
He is arrogant, and thus is always the boss.
This was stated firmly by my pal Ross

Ross cannot drive, he is way too nervous and tall.
His hooves also land on both pedals, no help at all.
Meerkat is hanging on the fender by his tippy toes.
Snowy owl is getting exhaust fumes up his delicate nose.

Wait! Someone said, doesn’t an owl have a beak?
This made panda angry, he had given no one permission to speak.
Quite a day on the road with the gang who escaped from Michigan.
If you call me up on the phone, I can tell you this whole story again.

C - Pu

Said the I-pad to the HP up tight
You just can’t get anything write
You’re a blathering twit
Lacking feeling or wit
Mindless “thoughts” lacking feeling or “byte”

John G. Lawless
©2/3/2023

Up a Sacred Mountain

The humidity is a  sodden blanket
over our heaving bodies.
We are climbing through the jungle
to view a temple on top of a mountain.

The exertion is draining us,
I have to nail words together
to form constructed sentences.
Amorphous clouds of vagaries
form miasma's in my head.

I don't even care about the temple
despite my Buddhist leanings
but these evangelical missionaries
are as keen as mustard - go figure.

I thirst for a cold beer, a cold anything.
We are sweating through our clothes
choking in the heat-haze,
but the keen young nurses and doctors
are all for struggling on.
I'm just a follower; a lone Brit
in a happy mob of Americans
thank God they don't all burst into hymnal songs
or call for an ad hoc prayer or two.

At the top
I am wheezing, sweat blinding my eyes
i'm hating these good folks
with a satanic fervor,
though too weak now to curse.

The temple is very old
and it's okay in an ancient way.
I want to sit here and meditate a while
but this forking girl and boy scout tribe I am with
want to explore.

In my mind
I see a laughing Buddha 
a Pu Tai figure
rocking back and forth on his fat ass.

Love and Dandelions

Blow-ball and Cankerwort,
words born from a common tongue.?
Lions tooth, ?
Priests Crown, ?
Moles Salad and piss-a-bed.?
?
English is most practical ?
when it is rustic and colloquial.

‘Swine Snout’ snorts loud upon the page.
The yarrow-yellow flowers last for hours
then overnight turn to fairy bones.

I recall us both sat upon the grass
blowing unfettered puffs into the wind,
our hair littered with stemmed parasols
the pirouetting flotsam of the airborne.?
?
The damply dunked sounds of sneeze-helicopter's,?
the muddy splatter of piggy snozzles.

Lions Teeth are its leaf, mix well with Burdock
for a low tea under a shady tree.
Beware of false dandelions such as ?
cats ears and coltsfoot.?

The Chinese, Pu Gong Ying is the real thing.

After we had covered each other
with dandelion kisses
we made hay the old fashioned way.

The Apathetic Generalisation

why do we not hate our self more
a nudge of a beaker taken out of the fridge
its a big red button
we call it switch
Styles with a twit
ch
here before and still to follow
my train - of-thinks
all us trying to be someone else
i'm just trying not to be me
join the chorus
Putin has
only got one
bawl and cry
for your imaginary
friend
grab your money tight
it will burn quicker
in the suns might
every billion
could be split
a million ways
children dying everywhere
anywhere is too close
Politicians dancing while its people die
some starting fights
with their brothers
and don't get me started
my arm still hurts from disinfectant shot
Aliens are checking to see if we have died yet
Anywhys i waz talking about apathy
so i think i will suddenly sto
i dnot car
e about wher e I pu tmy le--------ers
-----------------------------------  ---tt
or your humanity
i'm just trying to get away
The Apocalypse is done
just stand outside
in the forever
nearing sun

Fr -A Jamais

À JAMAIS
 


je n’aurais jamais cru
que le jour viendrait

toujours j’ai pensé
que je serais là pour toi
et toi pour moi
jamais je n’aurais cru
que si soudainement
la fin arriverait
comment ai-je pu laisser
le destin t’arracher de mes bras

notre pour toujours et à jamais
désormais derrière nous



Translated from my poem FOREVER

Posted May 15, 2021

Fr - C'est derriere moi

C’est derrière moi
 

j’aurais pu 
être plus gentille
possiblement
j’aurais pu
réagir avec plus de délicatesse

j’aurais pu
possiblement
fléchir à tes caprices
être plus sympathique
j’aurais pu
j’aurais dû
peut-être                                   

mais quelle espèce d’ami as-tu été
quand tu t’amusais à tordre tout
tu interprétais tout croche
mes mots mes regards mes opinions

aucune chance de m’expliquer
bien au contraire si froid
tout noir ou blanc sans compromis
le dialogue inexistant 
la porte fermée à toute discussion

juge et jury
grossier et vulgaire
tout simplement
sec et superficiel
rigide et arrogant
rien de moins qu’un abruti

vraiment
j’ai de moins en moins de temps
pour les gens artificiels



Translated from my poem BURNT BRIDGES

Posted on May 14, 2021

The Cost of Thinking

~ Savage Social Commentary
      Masquerading as Wide-eyed
           Innocent Limerick ~  


To think in Italian's 'com-pu-ta-re'
Which rhymes, I guess, with 'to fly' - 'vo-la-re'
  Compute the cost of thinking
  You'll end up all night blinking
At Pacman on extinct-squished Ataris

How To Spell Dandelion

Blowball and cankerwort,
words born from a common tongue.
English is most practical
when it is rustic and colloquial.
Lions tooth, priests crown,
moles salad and pee-a-bed.

‘Swine snout’ snorts loud upon the page.
The yarrow-yellow flowers last for hours
then overnight turn to fairy bones.

I recall us both sat upon the grass
blowing unfettered puffs into the wind,
our hair littered with stemmed parasols
the pirouetting flotsam of the airborne.

The French have alternate names,
herbal idioms difficult to spell,
but we savor together taraxacum
for it is a diuretic and wets the tongue,
as do the damply dunked sounds
of sneeze-helicopter's and
the muddy splatter of piggy snozzles.

Lions teeth are its leaf,
mix well with burdock
for a low tea under a shady tree.
Beware of false dandelions
such as cats ears and coltsfoot.
The Chinese, Pu Gong Ying
is the real thing.

After we had covered each other
with dandelion kisses
we made hay the old fashioned way.

Feel free to spell dandelion
the way you would write
a long sunny day.

Moments May Dance

I str-----------------------------etc  hed a second
just to see what it could be
Pu---------------------------------  ----lled an hour
just to feel the power
Took the ear of a year
till it wasn't here
Tried immortality
just wasn't for me
Time within my (shaped) hand
__________________a
moments just a f_________n
Beg the in
Bet the ween
befriend the end
Numbered by our arrogance
Let it free
given the chance
moments may dance

Y

Hate to break the news to you ladies
but its all about lust on the male end of things.
Think I'm crazy -being over simplistic
or your beau is the exception to the rule:
..Do an experiment.
Take the honey out of the hole- for a month or two.
See how long it takes for his good nature to change 
how long it takes for him to stray. 
To him chivalry is for earning pu**y stamps...(Like green stamps)
You know do enough nice things then trade the stamps in for a little honey..

I blame it all on the y chromosome..the one that starts wars and loves combat sports the one that makes our eyes dart toward a pair of bouncy double D'S
By the way-its no accident that the y chromosome is in the shape of a pair of spread legs. 

Now don't cry, he does(probably) love you..
but I'm telling you the love is severely marbled with 
lust..lust..lust! never forget that..ever!
and in a "nutshell" that  is what males are all about..

John 3:16

.WaFer for holy communion
.WhOsoever believeth in him...
..TaRry, watch, and pray with me.

..SiGns and wonders
..CrOwn of Glory
..JuDged all by their measure

..ReSts on the Sabbath Day
...FlOcks of sheep watched by the Shepherd King

..FuLfill mercy unto our fathers and remembering his holy covenant
..AdOration and worship Him Who created
..LoVes a cheerful giver
..WiEld power over them
..AdDress to God for them is for salvation.

.MyThs and endless genealogies
.AdHere to, and rely on God
..FrEed out of the mouth of the lion

.PoWer of the Lord is with you
..BlOod of Jesus Christ
.PuRity of devotion to Christ
..FiLls our souls before our God for you,
.EnDures long and is patient and kind.


Date: 09/05/2019

Dead Men Tale

We're hit, we're hit!! serge!
The thing goes skrrrahh pap pap ka-ka-ka
Skibiki-pap-pap and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom

The whole platoon has been cut off
The entire platoon has been wiped off
Company merit has fallen short of mercy

Thanks to our helmet that houses our shattered skull
Our brain like rocks chilling the red wine
You taught us how to kill

But how not to kill you never told us
Kaboom kaboom the bullets bounce from head to head
Beneath the shrapnel we're trapped and hit
For freedom had we not crave?

Now freedom is ours
From loath-like froth we flee
Now together we dance to the
Tune of Earth jackboots 
heavily placed on our skeleton

My enemy, come and let dance 
while the living Fight till our resurrection


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