.
she giggles
when i return home
she giggles
when we shower
she giggles
when i remind her
of ourn young
les raisons
quatre a dix sont
sont
enferme' dans mon
engramme
;)
Quatre-vingts jours
On Duolingo and I’m still
in the present tense which
is fine as I still make mistakes
masculine et feminine are a bit
of a toss but I’m getting better
lesson by lesson and I have
cent et dix-huit crowns et
trois cent quarante-six lingos
whatever they are.
I’m best at translating français écrit
to written English and am getting
better at transcribing français parlé
but to be honest, I must admit that
mon français oralé is halting at
best and it’s not helped by the
covid-19 self-distancing/lockdown
as my Continuing Education course
FRENCH II is in limbo with every
thing else and we haven’t had a class
for weeks and when I look at the
class notes it seems we’re stuck
au milieu de passé impartait
et futur proche.
My town is a floral one, known in French as
"La Ville des Fleurs," for, it is one so beautifully gardened
It is, in the island, the place where I roam about, fully at ease
For it is a town, which has been always, since its birth, so well governed!
A town it is, found in the middle of the island, nearly on the plateau
It fans chilly winds in winter, and cool freshness in summer
If I could, I would have built here my own chateau
For here, one gets to feel that living is as delicious as an appetizer!
I would leave it never, however strong may be the pulls of adventure
I would leave it never, for here I get to live as I want to
Giving my time equally to both duty and leisure
Why, in my town, I do even get to see and write of life through!
Pray, my island is well known as a tropical paradise, it gives the world a thrill,
Yet, my town is the place which bids my heart and breath to never stand still!
Written for Contest "Sonnet about where you live"
Sponsored by: Silent One
I live in Mauritius and my home town in called Quatre Bornes
28 Dec 2016
You are found at fingertips like a marionette,
Quatre pirouette, coupe jeté, grand plijé, brise amourettes,
Why do you do these:
All the time
All the time
For me
For me
When There’s nothing that I give
You bent, you bend backwards arriere cambre
Break your heart on display
leave your heart on the stage
All the time
All the time
For me
For me
Like a ballerina
Like a ballerina
with a one ...two
a one ...two
"I want you"
"I want you"
i can see
i can see
a one ...two ...three
a one ...two ...three
a one ..two ...three
a three ...four
"i want to be!"
"i want to be!"
"I want to be!..."
"...Be yours"
Louis came to the café around one,
set his wooden boxes beside a table
and looked at the chalk board menu as
he felt through his pants for money
He decided he could afford a
baguette, a small slice of
Brie de Meaux, and a pear
He told the waiter his order
and began to expose the copper plate
of the menu sitting on the next table
The waiter returned with lunch and
said "quatre francs s'il vous plaît" as
Louis dug his pants and handed payment
Then Louis began to eat while
time took in, the cost of capturing
the world in a whole new way
Popping the last of the Brie to mouth
he closed the aperture, put on his bowler
and said "bon monsieur l'après-midi"
and walked down the afternoon avenue
© Goode Guy 2013-11-18
ekphrastic for 2013-11-24 at
the Charles Taylor Art Museum of
"Pinhole Paris II: Café"
pinhole photograph by Cece Wheeler
Louis Daguerre, born just outside of Paris, France (1789-11-18)
QUATRE SAISON II
February awakens crocus&snowdrop
May aromas the hay-making crop
August in high summer glows
but November nights,decompose
QUATRE SAISON II
DECEMBER festive in evergreen
MARCH trumpets a Springtime scene
JUNE'S high moment,too,too soon
SEPTEMBER bedecked in Autumn's bloom
JANUARY in slence ,hides its cry
APRIL in splendour,catches the eye
JULY lazing,as the world goes by
OCTOBER disrobes,as fall leaves die
inspired by E Pauline Johnson's phrase August,laughing
across the sky in her SONG MY PADDLE SINGS
follow my daily poem on twitter @strandpoet
Il etait une chambre
Plein d'amour et d'amitie
Cette chambre est vivante
Avec un battement du coeur
Elle a quatre murs plainnes du photos de ces enfants
La musique remplie son atmosphere...
Cette chambre est la coeur d'une mere
Qui est une salle d'amour pour ces enfants...
Elle est une personne tres gentille
Une ange qui est toujours dans notre yeux...
Je t'aime maman....
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.