Short Sacre Poems

'Neath the Sacre Coeur,
Firecrackers bursting nearby,
Nelly first kissed me.

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Moulin Rouge in the sunset sky
 The clouds hold their skirts and kick high the cancan
 The hill where I stand
 As Montmatre
 And I in some small way
 Like Sacre-Coeur
 Look on affected by the scene
 Pierre August Renoir or Claude Monet
 Would paint this
 Were they able...

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Blizzards!, My Gizzards!, 

This Blustering Bloke,

 Keeps Mustering Mayhems With Words That He Spoke,

 Great Snakes!, Eureka! and Holy Cow! Too, 

Crimey! and Gadzooks! and A Tempestuous Toodle-Doo!,

 Shazam! and Golly Willikers! with a Pinch of Vamoose!

 Scram!, Gosh Damn!, and a Final Sacre Bleu!...

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Is this a love 

Fog not able to see the road 
And your carrying a knife to 
Pick my heart 

If you cut my chest you gets tow piece of it 

What should you do I am not telling you are a killer you have a right to do that because I am 
Telling you no law beyond this 

Law never understand what is love 

But our love live a mark so never sacre 

How much I love you is how much I hate you 

With love all 
Jagdish Bajantri...

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time held me
full fresh lush
and green in
golden vibrant spring

songs rang to
a silent pulse
throbbing beneath my feet
from a presence
sensed unseen

a heady fragrance
rides on air
from blooms diverse
in shape and hue

the pungent loam
of opened soil
yields a generous bounty
of fruit from
the fertile earth

let us be one			
among all that moves		
playing to the music			
of the intimate dance		
of time and light...

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