Short Raison Poems
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Just
laying
in his arms
always heals me
when I realize his touch gives me rest.
His touch is so refreshing that I am
resorted to
a wilting
happy
mess!
An atheistic 'Chief Chaplain' at Harvard
The university's raison d'etre bartered
A divinity school, founded to spread God's word
The goal now, 'equitable neighborhoods'
Why would I question,
why would I care
Why would I venture,
why would I dare
Why would I set out
for places unknown
If not to find something
—my life has unshown
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
What purpose Poetry,
if not to transcend
The mundane, the broken,
those roads with no end
With every feeling
new words are reborn
To speak to Creation
—and live readorned
(The New Room: January, 2021)
I AM SADNESS
Shall I compare myself to happiness?
Oh no, for he’s forever bright and gay.
My satisfaction comes, I must confess,
From spreading doom and gloom along the way.
My raison d’etre’s simply to depress.
Dimension,
Stretching itself
Reaching the unknown
Feeling what can’t be felt
Unnumbered
Not counted or named
Para-atomic
Time abandoned
Intention free
Returning without
Returning within,
Dimension
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Purpose
By Michelle Morris
02/07/2020
No matter what you think and
No matter who you are,
You have a purpose;
A raison d'être.
Discover it now,
Before it's too late;
You may help save others,
As part of your fate.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
La confiance
Ma Belle
Tu te relève
Sâchant
Plus forte qu'avant
Coeur de guérisson
Tu avais bien raison
Ton coeur special
Comprendre Dieux est toujours capable
Bien oui, Le Bon Dieu y permet
Bienvenue à votre abris de sa paix
Éclatante, et maintenant ouvre
La lumière de son amour
The Lord made him Asian,
colored him a light brown raison,
with pearly whites that shined a glazing..
The Lord made him Asian.
He rose to the occasion.
No time for idly grazing,
many new trails he was blazing..
The Lord made him Asian.
He was bold, absolutely brazen.
This man was so amazing!
Life is much more than a pretentious ambition
A sense of entitlement or finding one’s position.
Life is discovering your individual, innate talent,
Unique self-qualities, on which you hold a patent
Your raison d’etre, answering “Why am I here?”
You will find it in the things you hold most dear.
Written June 9, 2022
Horrific News
The horror of dreams
Crashing and causing me flight
I saw him fall
Like the crashed plane
I had a hope
That of waking up
In blinking of an eye
The horror of reality
Men dressed in foggy
Singing an unknown elegy
His face upside turned
In his only chattel
Adieu Amis curiae
A tragedy without raison d'être
Some days you pen so lovely
Though few comments you get
And even some ugly
Then there are days
When you crank out the rot
But comments pour in -- a lot
Yet the best days are reserved for procrastination
What else is summer for? ~ To heck with aggravation
Note: About that title -- You think I understand French?!...
Wandering in a love song
Dreaming of his hearts embrace
The Troubadour sings
"Raison d' etre"
While stars cast a lonely moon's tune
Where darkness shields his fate
As wind is to rain, his sadness
Blows tears to the ground and falls
Like heavy roaring
Thundering skies crash
While his lyric silences soft
The Troubadour sings
July 20, 2019
Why undertake to write another verse,
When Undertaker Time and his black hearse
Will bear your poems to their final resting place
Interred without a stone, in some small weed-thick space?
Because—regardless of the tolling knell,
As long as there are whispered tales to tell
Brave poetry can help deter brute Time
A moment more until he tolls his final chime.
Mon raison d'être
Your face is more beautiful than the Eiffel Tower at sunrise
Our amour seemed real, n’est-ce pas?
When I first saw you, I sensed déjà vu
Your Mona Lisa smile made me wonder
Is she a femme fatale?
But when you kicked my shins,
I knew that I had made a faux pas
I’ll keep my distance from l'objet d'art
Chasing , incandescent light
Crossing , narrow steep street
Purgation, the raison d'être
I shall see, I shall see.
(Eyes shut)
Sluicing , the river ends
Splattering , the wisdom
Concealing, it's conscious
I shall hear, I shall hear.
(Ears shut)
Frantic , trees laugh
Rustling , seeking quite
Collapsed , without a word
I shall be, I shall be.
(Mouth shut)
Au mois de Marie
À notre belle Mère
Faison une prière
Rajeunissante
Époustouflante
Au calme du vent
Je vous entends
La voix plus haute
Au dessus des côtes
Charmeuse
Miraculeuse
Une famille souvent visiter
La raison vous le saver
À la fête des mères
Oublions pas le Père
Le miracle apporter
Dieu a semé
Sur terre
Amour d'une mère
Notre famille de Jésus-Christ
Uni c'est bien produit
Oh! What makes one`soul happy?
Is it thoughts, words or actions?
Let free your reasoning!
Do not withhold fear
Fear devours the inner self
Damages all the confidence
Destroys knowledge of raison de vivre!
Let go all the agony buried
So, remember! remember!
Thinking beneath capability is dump
Thinking beyond is deadly!
Great are those who speak truth!
Truth of hope, fantasies and that of love.
Time's a torture chamber
penning poems day and night
from this 'garden apartment'
where rare's a ray of light
The meaning of life eludes me
as it has so many before
How to wax eloquent
find its 'raison d'etre'
when mere survival is a chore
But hark, what's this? Hope's glimmer
~ Guaranteed income for us all!
I think I'll move my office straightaway
~ to the nearest vacant mall
I
With thanks for another day
This side of the grass
I will not take it for granted, any day
LORD, may the pathos, the joy,
The restoration at Heaven's Best Price
The Cross, O the Cross
Be my hope and stay, my raison-d'etre
Today and every day, for Jesus
YESHUA, "God my Salvation" -
Has done what no man, god, or demi-god could do
II
He has restored the joy of freedom to me
It cost Heaven everything - at Calvary
COPLA DIEZ: This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys all organize – strengthen
To give lone Good Guys a bad time:
Their raison d’être
If Good Guys don’t resist – weaken
They’ll only be adding to crime:
World will regret
Envy cunning greed slander
Tools of the Bad Guys’ stock-in-trade:
Make them mighty
Should Good Guys stoop in ways similar
Bad Guys will leave their safe stockade:
Make world filthy.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
As frigid as my heart the wind blew in
The bracing cold upon my face was nice
My veins already tart -- prepared for ice
Like darkness, filtering down where I have been.
Age is raison d'etre lost, not gained
Splintered, flaked loves long extinguished
No longer can they be distinguished
Yet the frosted fragments have remained.
For now, my tingling digits hold that broken past
The somnambulant freeze just helps it last.
COPLA 94 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Can the State be arraigned by the State
And condemn and imprison itself :
Whose is the blame
Do many Bad Guys make Bad Guy State
Or does one the other way round delve
To reveal game
Tyrannosaur states auto-absolve
Themselves for the wrongs of bad guys :
Raison d’Etat
Yet selfish acts of Bad Guys resolve
Themselves into acts of the Wise :
Au nom d’Etat
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
How
Do
I tell...
you bravely...
you're my everything?
That I slipped on your soul and fell
Into its abyss? That the sun rises and sets in...
Your seductive eyes? How do I tell you that you're my moon, my star, my raison d'etre?
Submitted for "If only you knew Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Silent One (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date submitted: 08/24/2019
What Was Left Unsaid Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date written and posted: 04/20/2019