Blazing,ardent kiss
cabaret atmosphere.breathless dark soir
your look steals the show, cinema noir
Categories:
soir, adventure, allegory, allusion, literature,
Form: Light Verse
I swallowed
Your decision
I’m leaving
The mansion
I accepted
The defeat
And I acquitted
All debts
I loved you too much, darling
Oh! You forgot everything.
The surprises
Of life
Are not sweet cherries
I’m leaving my heart
For peace
This is a required part
I depart
This evening.
P.S. Translation of ‘Je Pars Ce Soir’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © September 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
soir, emotions, farewell, goodbye, heart,
Form: Free verse
TONIGHT then maybe
this Evening awaits me
that place i drink
in some peace
leaving song
leaving words
leaving paintings
behind? This never.
My constitution
bravely happier:
i am supremely
patient!
The sneeze gave me
reprieve. These tears
a single eternal moment
my pain resigned
if i have gold then
shall i choose North
: deeply digging
and crawling toward
the Land of Vines?
--sorrow ah, the brain
thinks unworthy
but i know of no
pure loss!
Près des bois flottants.
:: 02.14.2022 ::
Categories:
soir, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Post-coital Tristesse:
Are you feeling violated, like you’ve repeatedly been the victim of some heinous, perverted molestation too gruesome to detail? Does the term gang rape fill you with a new-found sense of disgust? Do you feel as though you’ve been tossed out of Eden, your innocence lost, virtue corrupted, soul shattered? Do you feel empty despite the abundance of consumer goods that fill your shelves, stock your pantries, furnish your chambers, and entertain your senses? If so, there may be hope for you. If not, you’re a sl*t. If you feel like you’ve come away with a bad case of the clap, don’t be surprised. You did it to yourself. Now go home and put on your big boy pants or your big girl panties. There’s work to be done and you’re not helping. Let’s face it, most people are sheep. You can be like that, or you can take responsibility for ennobling the human condition by seeing through the bull! It’s your choice to make. Bon soir, mon ami.
Categories:
soir, allegory, america,
Form: Prose
It's been a beautiful day!
My being swims in the lotus poetry
Of souls penned true lamentations!
I can feel their lachrymose tears on
my soul's pages.
A poem has its own heart that can
without, a key.... open mine.
And pour its wisdom into my silky fine,
living, heart that becomes thine.
To remain forever, till the end of time.
Sunday
5:30pm PST
Categories:
soir, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Podemos Divoz & Concevoie Ce Soir !
the initial stage, and the underwriting stage
and distribution stage were initiated from
the beginnings of these talks.
They sought love and found it.
and became wealthy from doing so.
she concentrated on accomplishing
thing were thoughts were manifested into
tangible items. Sung, spoke, and rehearsed,
they toured together for the re-new'd value of needing
to sing something. If I sing love might I find love.
than what would echo, from the louded word's
concerted, front the masses of people.
romantic whispers spoken loud amiss the masses.
thus these words shall enrich the lives of those who wish them
to sound right, pitched at those
who want to catch-on to what goin on !
The Analylis and the Afford, The doing's of his Thang
Making the woman Reel from Freakin. Business of love
Getting the Thang Done !
Categories:
soir, analogy, angst, character, destiny,
Form: Ballade
This is a little unusual for this old dude
My tum tum's a little upset, what did I chew
Late last soir,
Too much café noir
Not young no more, what the hell's my first clue!
Categories:
soir, scary,
Form: Limerick
Vous êtes le parfum de mon âme . . .
A vintage red flowing slowly past my moist lips
sipped in anticipation
a flower beaming her brilliant white resting
across my chest
a painted moon lain over your bare shoulder
cascading a heavenly hue
a twinkle speaking to a soul
in words never told
and this night you're existence
I'll forever hold
inside my craving heart
Aime-moi ce soir et toujours
Categories:
soir, love,
Form: Romanticism
Fleur noir
Fleur effrayée le soir
Fleur de la nuit
Fleur invisible
Fleur qui n'a jamais touché la pluie
Une fleur qui n’a jamais dansé dans le vent
Une fleur qui ne chante
La fleur qui se cache nue
S`est jamais souvenu
Une fleur qui est tout simplement
Une petite fleur
Toutes les fleurs avec des pétales brisés
Enfin réunis
Au-dessus de mon cercueil
Aujourd'hui, vous êtes tous au soleil
Je dors avec la lune
Categories:
soir, memory, sorrow,
Form: I do not know?
The farmer said to the cow
Be quiet you old sow
To which she replied
I am not a pig, I am a mooing cow!
He looked at her mockingly
Saying "That is yet to be determined"
She huffed and puffed as he called the butcher.
Whether she was a cow, or a pig or even a one legged chicken
She is now the silent one.
For on the table she sits
A rightful dish along with the haggis
The Fox shall enjoy his menu de la soir
Roasted and basted
Merry Christmas to one and all!
Categories:
soir, animal, england, hilarious, horror,
Form: Light Verse
-
Soon
the moon is black,
she is in mourning of the evening
Over the garden’s stones
Shadows are getting longer
from tomorrow
The confusion of the sky
The seedling of comets
The pulse of the planets
Will do nothing with the future
Just the scent of roses
Newly hatched
Seized of fear
In the sweetness of things
Back already.
--
–( own translation from : "éclipse et deuil du soir )
-
Bientôt,
la lune est noire,
elle porte le deuil du soir
Sur les pierres du jardin
S’allongent les ombres
de demain
La confusion du ciel
Le semis des comètes
Le pouls des planètes
Ne fera rien de l’avenir
Que le parfum des roses
A peine écloses
Saisies de peur
Dans la douceur des choses
Déjà de retour.
RC – 26 Mai 2012
Categories:
soir, feelings, light, night, space,
Form: Free verse
Un jour, la nuit,
Un soir, très tard,
Je me suis perdu dans mon désespoir.
De mes idées noires, j'ai tiré mon savoir,
Et j'ai finis ce vers,
Sans jamais le boire.
Categories:
soir,
Form: I do not know?
Wish I was a poet, and got well paid
for poems writ whilst wearing suede
and drinking lots ‘n' lots of claret,
in a well-appointed Paris garret
My publisher would love me true,
and pay my rent, when overdue,
so I wouldn't sleep on Montmartre streets
and get under decent people's feets
I'd get well drunk and laid a lot,
(I heard poets do, more oft than not)
and choose, with numbers from a jar,
mam'selles to coucher with each soir.
Les dames Francaises would think me clever
‘cause root and boot are words I'd never
correlate. But sometimes Paris Bourse,
I'd rhyme with sexual intercourse.
And what if, for every verse I penned,
I got a hot brand-new best friend?
I wonder how long could I last,
in a life I led that blazing fast?
My real life's, in truth, synonymous
with being next best to anonymous,
but I suppose that it might be much worse,
had I to catch an early hearse.
Categories:
soir, humorous, paris,
Form: Couplet
Les fleurs, frissonnent et se fanent
et les feuilles brisées salissent la terre
tordu et froid - plane au rythme durent
comme des visages rompus, emprisonné d’une peinture
Et tes yeux noirs brûlent
comme le brouillard de ce soir
dans le ventre du chaudron ignoble
enlaidi par les marteaux de Hephaestus (le magnifique), qui serre
le charbon, qu'appelles-tu tes yeux - les diamants transpercent.
Categories:
soir, nature,
Form: I do not know?