Ratatouille’s Remy
Chef hat
on rat
Mighty Mouse
Small mouse
moves house
Tigger
He knew
the Pooh
Porky Pig
Utters
stutters
Yogi Bear’s Snack
Yogi
Hoagie
Bugs
Funny
bunny
Miss Piggy
This hog
loves frog
Kermit of Sesame Street
This frog
hates bog
Goofy’s Reformation
Hound fool
found school
Garfield
One fat
sarcast!
He had as a friend met Remy,
Now, he is his sworn enemy:
On seeing Remy would withdraw,
Race towards any exit door,
For if Remy did, sword could draw:
A full fight or half of it sure!
A friend suggests "Buy St Remy
For your Remy Arch Enemy:
It should wounds heal and clean the sore,
Cold water on scalded heart pour.
"Good ideas we pick or ignore;
At my finance this one would gnaw"
Still he should settle any score:
No headway use teeth and jaw!
The seeds you planted shall grow
The seeds you planted shall grow.
I saw the ones you did sow,
I think that's what you should know.
You don't cocks order to crow,
The twilight to shadows throw
And you can't tell River "Flow".
Down the grasses in farms mow.
They're weeds: much worse than snow.
When you do this lines you toe.
If you fail wait for the blow!
Tell others I told you so.
It’s fall of 1888, the south of France,
In the verdant fields of Arles,
Two artists shared a single dream,
And so began their quarrel.
Vincent paved the way for Paul
With bold sunflower sprays.
Paul dissembled, stating plain,
“More practiced effort pays.”
“Don't smile before December,”
Said the mentor to his charge.
And the student pegged his better
As a bon vivant at large.
So, their tenure at the Yellow House
Grew troublesome and dark.
Their artists’ shared collective
Strayed a long way off its mark.
Dry and cold, the Mistral winds
Spread madness like a plague,
To infiltrate poor Vincent’s mind,
Whose memories grew vague.
Mania, delirium, anxiety, and fear,
Climaxed when the voices told him,
“You don’t need that ear!”
He’d heard no praise, regardless.
Dr. Rey used his sorry portrait
To fix his chicken coop.
Then Theo got engaged,
And Paul sailed away to Tahiti.
Now time’s become history,
And that paint smeared canvas,
Nailed to a chicken coop
Means to claim a hefty sum.
And Le Fou Roux lies cold in his grave,
Unmindful of the legend he’s become.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
STARRY NIGHTS AT SAINT REMY
Paris, earlier today. It’s a (vaccinated) summer family reunion and I’m catching up with relatives I haven’t seen for AGES. Like my impeccably dressed (three piece suit on a warm, un-air-conditioned, Saturday) 83 year old great uncle.
We cheek kiss
“STILL searching for love, Uncle Remy?”
“Forget love. My dear, I’m an old, self-absorbed narcissist. What I look for is someone young and frivolous whose most complicated desire is fun - specifically fun that can be bought - that’s an important distinction.”
I gasp and pose.
“You’re looking for MEEEE!,” I squeal.
“Oh, if I needed a spoiled, over-serious, temperamental, unappeasable rich girl - I’d think of you.”
“You GET me!,” *I beam with pride*
Partisanship
Is a towering ship
Complete with a hoisted flag,
Not a flying, dying rag
Her height chasing Heaven,
Her crew certain that she is a haven;
The Civil Service only
To not on her embark,
To keep acting the Lonely
And it keep avoiding like a starving shark…
For civil servants could hundreds of things spoil
And as Partisans, free elections foil;
By this vessel robbed of Impartiality
And by it drained of Neutrality!
Partisanship
Is further a contemptible illness:
A crazy political worship
Of one with your own very weakness;
On the presiding seat
To sometimes ignite a worse heat!
And I reckon, Partisanship
Is a determined focusing flea:
To oppressors signaling their invisible hanging tree
And therefore every breakfast should include a nervous tea!
A conquering army
Easily making barmy,
When detect it couldn’t the Rebelling Enemy
And had to reschedule a victory’s celebration with St. Remy;
Now and then stomaching invisible bullets
Faultlessly dropping their men like pullets.
R-ightfully
E-njoy
M-y
Y-early
A-crostic
B-y
I-nterpreting
T-he
R-emembrance
I-n
A-wesomeness
Topic: Birthday of Remy Abitria (January 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Don’t worry, don’t worry
My fair lady
Oh! Sweet Brenda
The words came dropping like acapella
With cap in hand
He tapped this crying fella
“You’d be a blessed seer
To resist his words and glamour
I know you hope in him to find your Doppelgänger
But life is full of lots and lots of danger
And many live their lives undercover
So never judge a book by its cover
Remember not only gold can glitter”
Fairest of all Beauty,
One more thing
Before I leave,
He sips a glass of Remy martins
“Guard thy heart from Johnson
Cuz’ His sword has many beaten”
I was born from infernal hell
I'm the Cajun King
I was born from infernal hell
A land full of life and festivity
Bring me to your Mississippi Queen
She holds justice in the palm of her hands
Wielding her attomica taking no ****
Her blue eyes vicious and cold, never dull
Courtship in the swamp, drinking white lightning
Fireflies light up the night
Nature sings their song with brewin' moonshine
Dancing from dusk till dawn
The heat of lovers flailing in amatory
Just like Remy and Rogue
For this moment she lets herself delicate, fragile, and equal
She sets me on fire, feeling the summer breeze
Dressed in sumptuous charm
I feel her in my arms
Have a taste from the kiss of spice
Feeling like I'm in her tune of limbo
Burning Mon Cheri
It hard to resist my Chere
Inferna pyromantic ways ignite what's inside
Saying the words I longed to hear
So once again I pinch, bite, suck, lick, and sear her love
Swirling quickly to the offering of jollity
A moment of serene
Cajun King and Mississippi Queen
A restaurant on a beautiful island for kids
Remy from ratatouille is the chef of my restaurant
An expert in making boundless perfect blends
Cute kids can urge him anything they want
Seven dwarfs from snow white are the servers
Spider man and bat man will join them in occasions
They organise games to entertain the customers
I also hired some of the Disney princesses
Cindrella,Rapunzel,Snow white,Jasmine,
Aurora,Belle,Milan,Ariel and her sisters
Sing,dance and eat with the children.
Kids can also swing in Rapunzel's hair
Menu contains the healthy food of all nations
Since it is only for kids,I named it as Angels Inn
The best part is,I don't charge any fees
But I certainly need hugs and kisses
my love im a drunk
it's two a.m.
here i am writing
you my last love
letter again
just can't get you
off my mind i been
writing endlessly
forget it ill make it
illegible for you
this time ill show a side
you never see before
more i write i write
to express my anger
to you
show you the comet
that crash the earth
made the Tsunamis flood my world
how mess up can you
be girl
na dont play the subjugate
game
usurp my ways make me
feel the blame
arduous my way figured it
anyway
sit on the yellow hill watch
the fiery flame take my
will
having fun figuring out girl
im having a thrill fifth bottle
of remy
man you just became
my emy laugh the chill
written: 3/26/2015
REMY de GOURMONT PHRASIS 11
Innocence has its instincts,its needs
its physiological dues, but Grace from
on high so opportunely purifies the
petty human passions,brings character
to a perfect unity.Faithfulness only begins
at the moment of discovering one’s real
vocation.To keep this treasure,one must
have found it first.Beware though,mental
sermons can spoil such delicious moments.
From A Virgin Heart (trans by Huxley) 1922
Listen to me read this de Gourmont phrasis and phrasis 1 on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
REMY de GOURMONT PHRASIS 1
Exotic flowers,intoxicating the
senses with familiar scents and
colours.In this strange oasis the
air hung motionless,the flowers breathed
forth an almost carnal odour.In
the uneven grass,buttercup,moondaisies
and centuary and lingroot like long
thin girls in white hats.Picking
up a red rose,kissing it as though it
were sacred and adored,they enjoyed
delicious moments in those last
autumn days under the rain of dead leaves.
From A Virgin Heart (trans by Huxley) 1922
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Her asylum at Saint-Remy, eighteen-ninety where
Vincent van Gogh with palette as paintbrushes
Cast a vision thus timeless this beauty....
Outside divinities window upon her ledge
In captured their moment yet, no one knew
His love so true ? Henceforth was sought a way
These heart's what light should stay and back..
Unto the future red, ruby shoes; there, which want not wait.
If you can talk without ever making a noise
and you can listen without ever needing to hear a sound
And you can see without ever opening your eyes
You can be anything that you dare to dream
You see my son
Once you can look inside yourself you will have sight
And once you can listen to your heart you will truly hear
And your life will speak to others without you ever having to say a word….
Now open your eyes and live that dream....
White like the snow, stands
Alone supported by strong stem
So different you
Surrounded by kind
But dark dark purple showy
They lean into you
(Irises, Saint-Remy C. 1889 by Van Gogh)
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