Short Mon Poems
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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
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
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Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
~Mon Amour~
I adore my lover!
So enticingly, bubbly,
A spiritual heart!
A philosophical Greek.
When he dances, the stars sing.
November 30, 2019
Tanka
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.
WHOA!!!
I say loudly
As she passed me by
Girl,
You look like Marilyn Monroe
Glamorous through my eyes
Her shirt was black
With spaghetti straps
And a white tee underneath
Tight beige pants
Turning heads, causing cramps
I hear someone grinding teeth
OH,
That's me!!!!!
Jared Pickett......09'
I left a climate control area
Not even air-conditioned just fans Mon
When eye got outside it was hot Mon
Eye placed my shades my sunglasses on mon
Now im cool mon
It’s not meant to replace sweat Mon
Or Chinese food
It’s cool to be cool Mon
Even for a little
Even for a Mon
Its hot Mon
It’s cool
mon
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.
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...
Mon frère
T*ts and a$#
Hips and thighs.
I look at you
In surprise.
For i am more,
These things don't define me.
Wanna know the score?
Strength, courage-intellect combine me.
So please, reflect on Your flaws,
This burden's not mine to bare.
These mistakes are yours
We're all us born equal Mon frère.
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.
S'il vous plaît nous
laisser seuls déjà
Nous en avons assez de vous
Vous avez consacré votre temps
à nous harceler
Veuillez simplement nous
laisser tranquilles maintenant
Vous avez fait tout son
pour nous intimider
Votre obsession avec moi
est dangereuse
Veuillez simplement nous
laisser seuls
Surtout s'il vous plaît laisse
mes enfants seuls
Merci'
My love, I cherish
Your words
Your thoughts
Your soft lips
My love
I cherish the walks
The soft winds of fall
le jardin, L'eau
The flowers in bloom
The cafes and cloudy skies
Madeleine, columns of the past
Your eyes, holding on, to the last
The streets so vibrant, your touch at my side
And as we stroll along life's garden paths
Your soul sings in silence
Paris at last
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
He rides laughter like he owns it
exclamation marks
exhileration online
Mon chevalier galant
who uses music for shield
pen for glaive
Who writes warmth
through cold white days
and sometimes silence
He'll walk out of his books
mon d'Artagnan
to conquer me...
... he thinks. But has forgotten
que je me suis rendu
il y a longtemps
***
Copyright © Darren White
January 24, 2017
The Christ
outstretched
arms
greets
all
people
chinese
White
afro
there in
low
bay
Beach
impressive
glow
Rio
welcomes
all
sacrum
mantle
praise
without
creed
color
Rio
kiss
all
with lovely
cheerful
mouth...!
A true friendship is the place you go home to
When peace you cannot find.
It keeps a part of your soul
And is never far from your mind.
A true friend will forever forgive you
And never count how many times.
They will teach you how to
Make limeade when all life gives you is limes.
When you are hurting in your own little hell,
No matter how far you may stray,
The truest of friends who knows you so well,
Will always know exactly what to say.
Un poème pour mon pays
Chère patrie
Le berceau de races
Vous êtes parmi les nombreuse
Avec une grande diversité de vue
Dans ce mulâtre des langues occidentales
Oh grand triangle!
Tu te lèves et te couches
Comme les marées océaniques
Dans ce beau paysage
En patois et en cultures
Dis-moi que tu n'es pas corrompu
Refuse la discrimination raciale
Pays de paix
Rivière de crevettes, Afrique en miniature
Oh Cameroun mon beau pays !
He just can’t seem to control himself,
always placing his hands on someone else
Poking around in sensitive places,
mon dem fingers love groping at de silk laces
Always has a salacious sneer
to offer reluctant gender opposites
Mon loves giving a lewd leer,
as his prurient poking never quits
Pokey sits pouting in a pokey today ...
in de dog pound there’s a lot of strays
Mon don’t feel bad for him, no —
he in de right place where de social trash go