Short Monsieur Poems
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Monsieur Duchamp ,christened Marcel
much famed now by his dada urinal
but ,in actualité truth to tell
fragmented movement*,rang his bell
My french teacher in Grade Eight
Was Monsieur Amyot a gentle mate
One eye went east
The other went west
Tried to do well with him I could relate
The Great Benefactor
Monsieur Louis Pasteur
For depression found a cure.
He improved fermentation
Increasing boozing-activation.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form:
He promised in speeches this thing called change
Our lives as we know it he'd rearrange
We follow like in a trance
Who knew that he meant like France?
Saying "Oui oui monsieur" feels kinda strange
visit Rue du Faubourg
culturally diverse Parisian Street
culinary delights every direction
croque monsieur
marron glace’
la malbouffe’
follow the locals they know where to eat
savvy street smart foodies
At night I heard EUSTON A VU QUE JE N'ÉTAIS PAS SUE
An owl cried MONSIEUR HIBOU A MANGÉ MON VER DE MÉTAL
The dark seemed to play
With riddles till day
And echoes returned EUSTON A VU QUE JE N'ÉTAIS PAS SUE
S weet smile, stretched so superbly circular
M akes mood mellow, Mary go make him some more!
E ighth extract gone in a blur
L ike Lady Lydia licking her liquor.
L ookout! Leaking lather loosing out of the Monsieur!!
Monsieur, said she
demure
Madame, replied he
lovely coiffure
Garcon, said she
table for two
Caviar and wine, said he, for me
Madame, Vos vilst du?
Pleasure is ephemeral, but at least misery shares some of this same quality.
And as we know, misery loves company.
Don’t we all, misery? Company. We would all love some company.
But that’s the misery of it,
What we love is often out of reach,
Hard to snag,
Pleasurable, and thus
Ephemeral.
once upon a time
they used to say
the French were
very rude
with the
attitude
if you
can't
speak
French
don't
come
to France
but i was in Greece
when in passing
a French tourist
said to me
bonjour monsieur
i in turn replied
he me parole past
francais madam
kalimera
Form:
THE EIFFEL TOWER
In the city of light their aspire
Was to build to a climax higher
Gustave Eiffel you see
Said just leave it to me
I can satisfy all your desire
Monsieur Eiffel seen with affection
By Dames de Paris for perfection
Of his manner de Gaul
Mais plus ca most of all
For his grand magnifique **ection
21 April 2020
She opened the box
a dove flew out
nestling down on her shoulder
A twinge of pain shot through her
sore conscience all a-whir
When was the last time
she’d called on Monsieur …
The dove flapped her wings
then flew away
A note fell from her beak
‘Rendezvous ~ a year from today’
The hands moved in Surveillance
Striking with close encounters
Hold the stiff banana love
In firm grips to kiss and peel:
Limbs squeeze in Execution
Pumping member draws nectar,
From within the two petals:
Stay clear for they are the x-rated.
'Xenos' the plundering Greek;
Naked without erotica
Dives into the wet sea:
Sex loves these scabbard walls.
An Attempt to betray the one you hold dear.
Turns the tides on you good sir I fear.
Truth behold your chances are slim.
Energy its self will not bend to your whim.
Monsieur I bid thee to not waste your breath.
Perchance the betrayer become the betrayed.
Time and time again you will be constrained.
Endless times I have seen it before.
Detest before you go too far.
Listen to poem:
Prefer The R Ending
Per
prefer
fine liqueur
would best defer
splendid connoisseur
for your bottle, monsieur
savor worthy, need succour
possess sparse palate, amateur
grand restaurateur entrepreneur
***monsieur; a title or form of address used of or to a French-speaking man, corresponding to Mr. or sir.
2019 November 07
*1st Place*
Rhyming Nonet
~~charles messina
Limericks croises : Once a Boxer met Poodle on leash
Once Monsieur walked Poodle in broad street
Madame laid up after nightlong feat
Poodle tripped in full glee
In Paris rue carefree
Monsieur took note of neighbours who cheat
Saw Mademoiselle walk Boxer on leash
Boxer lick-jumped Poodle with relish
Monsieur’s leash entangled
Mademoiselle’s hose bungled
Rush hour traffic stopped to let dogs enmesh/unleash.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Your treat, Monsieur de Honoré,
a sundae, hot fudge,
an iced cream dream
sans bureaucratic nightmares,
those trance-like states
of oh, so good men;
the static office-men
who barely skimmed life's
sweetness--that hot fudge sundae
nestled deep in the heart of all.
Time to eat up.
"Look! Monsieur de Balzac has already finished his!"
The inspiration for this poem came after reading
Monsieur Honoré de Balzac's novel, The Bureaucrats.
One leg two legs
Hop to the beat
Never mind what others say
I sometimes like to cheat
On the tree I like to stretch
and bask in color green
Yet on a branch I simply doze
in dismal color brown.
My puny size and fleet of foot
confuse people’s eyes
They never know where I am at
So illusive I am.
I sing sweeter than cicadas
In an octave higher too
Even birds look at me with envy
Except the cuckatoo.
Heh, heh ….. Boo.!
Form:
What a superb line-up for you tonight ladies and Gentlemen
For your entertainment and delictation tonight
There’s kind old Adolph with Mien Kampf
Monsieur Adam Smith presents The Wealth of Nations
L Ron Hubbard Dianetics: The modern science of mental health
Bearded wise Karl Marx presents Das Capital
Another Beard! Yes it’s old favourite God with the Bible Old and New
Oh and here we go! The Lovely Mohammed with the Koran
Enjoy!
Form:
Monsieur L'Vampyre - WET DREAMS
Why dost thee take the heart of me
and leave alone that part of me
that dreams of you
and makes me do
the things love makes me do for thee;
why takest thee the best of me
and leaveth all the rest of me
to wonder why
to feign; to die;
in want of what will never be;
why maketh you the death of me
and taketh all the breath of me,
to toss and turn
to want and burn;
and wake from dreams, contentedly.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa
Form:
Loyal… I saw and built the ground
For Journeymen walk the pillars round
A Maypole covered where played the clown
Ring Master stays… and the Rings are sound.
Elegant bows on the trunks of the proud…
Removed for the show and thrown outside
and there in the street a rose petal strides…
Making sweet beats right before our eyes.
”... the Jesus spoke in Parabola
and Parabolic I so told ya…
It’s a reflection of proportion
and a distortion of the Parable.
How dare.able. are we? ...” ;)~
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