When you see a white sail in the harbor of Brest,
A sail under a burning sun,
It’s a nagging sail,
She has not the tranquility of a sail on the Nile,
Her mind is not at peace, her conscience torments her,
This sail flees life; it does not enjoy life,
So are most of the things we like
In This country.
Quand vous voyez une voile blanche dans la rade de Brest,
Une voile sous un soleil ardent,
C’est une voile agaçante,
Elle n’a pas la tranquillité d’une voile sur le Nil,
Son esprit n’est pas en paix, sa conscience la tourmente,
Cette voile fuit la vie, elle n’en profite pas,
Il en est ainsi de la plupart des choses que nous aimons
En ce pays.
Categories:
rade, allegory, image, sea,
Form: Free verse
I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault,
That I can go write a poem, or almost,
I love walking an hour in the fresh countryside.
I hope that I can cross the bridge, the harbor,
To buy milk, port and natural fruits,
That I can leave my city for a few hours,
I love to think of you, in the silence of the countryside.
I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can go to the cinema to see a Romanian film,
That I can go flower Mom’s grave,
You see, I’m nothing without my car.
Pourvu que ma voiture démarre demain,
Que je puisse quitter ma rue Charles de Foucauld,
Que je puisse aller écrire un poème, ou presque
J’aime marcher une heure dans la fraiche campagne.
Que je puisse aller traverser le pont, la rade,
Pour acheter du lait, du porto et des fruits naturels,
Que je puisse quitter ma ville quelques heures,
j’aime penser à toi, dans le silence de la campagne.
Pourvu que ma voiture démarre demain,
Que je puisse aller au cinéma voir un film roumain,
Que je puisse aller fleurir la tombe de maman,
Voyez-vous, je ne suis rien sans ma voiture.
Categories:
rade, appreciation, car, freedom,
Form: Free verse
A-s you have high grade faith,
M-oving mountain is easy;
B-raving the weather is fine,
E-arly thirty-first of January.
T-he high grade hope is needed to face the bleak tomorrow;
H-azy horizon turns clear, canceling the signs of sorrow.
B-enevolence of your heart
I-s making the forlorn fight fade;
L-ife is in harmony and peace,
O-nce your love is in high
G-rade.
Categories:
rade, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
I ate my cake.
But it turn into a belly ache.
I ask Nate, our waiter, If he could bring me a gator…….(“rade Gatorade” I said to
myself in my mind. which the waiter didn’t hear the whole word . all he heard was
gator)
Nate was puzzled.
But not completely surprise.
So he brought me a gator named Nader
I told him that I didn’t want this gator name Nader.
Please bring him back.
But to my surprise the sun had already rise.
And Nate our waiter didn’t know what to feed his gator.
But before the clock stroke 8.
Our waiter name Nate.
Had use me for bate.
So I got ate.
Just a little before 8
Categories:
rade, children, funny, science fiction,
Form: I do not know?