Je me souviendrai de toi tous les jours
My friends and God
My friends it was my God that
Made you and me many years ago
In his image
AIso he told us
That we are very beautiful in his eyes
Yes I agree friend that you are so
Beautiful
God gave you green eyes
That are full of sparkles
And also they are beautiful
When they shine in the light
I don’t write for
you … or you … or you
— I write for YOU
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
I'd love to just be with you
An oft recurring theme
But what I mean is ever since
I had that vivid dream
My heart was captivated
Captured and content
And even though it was a dream
My real heart did assent
Without you I'd be lonely
Wandering roads and paths alone
I love our camaraderie
And talking on the phone
I've met so many people
Throughout all of my years
Most of them have come and gone
Our lives took different steers
But you my dear are different
I knew since early on
That no one else was like you
When thoughts wouldn't be gone
And once the dreams then started
The beginning saw the end
With hopes of us forever
Much closer than just friends
Follow me and together we'll go
Over the mountains, to romance the snow
Ride a gondola lift to the great Matterhorn
Alsace-Lorraine to Château de Landskron
Love in the Alps on the French side of town
Lifted to heights, we won't want to come down
You'll feast on sweet crepes on Champs Elysees
Or take in an opera or the Paris Ballet
Under the snow moon I'd profess my love
Give you thousands of kisses and millions of hugs
I love you, I'll tell you again and again
Volumes of romance but I've reached the
End
in anguish
of uncomfortable nights
I miss the pillow
of your soft body...
I miss the water
from your mouth source...
of the voluptuous perfume
of your bare lap,
of burning alchemy
of your sex...
I miss you
without me... !
A brother I want
a sister I sought,
but in the end I am
alone and sad
with my heart contrite
in a rain of tears which I sought to dry
with the love of my dear.
Alas she is not.
For her stay I fought,
but sadly she left,
without a word,
without saying goodbye,
her promises unkept.
Shamelessly she lied.
Oh what a crime
committed without
shame nor a sigh,
a dishonorable route.
A new girl I shall find
who shall be to me a delight.
Hopefully this girl
shall be my precious pearl
with whom my heart
I shall compart.
Love is multifaceted;
Love is tenderness.
Aimeriez vous une chevaline rouge
Composée de sucre d’orge?
(would you like a red horse made of barley sugar?)
Vous pourriez faire la race de
Plaines aux tires d’eponge.
(you could race across sponge toffee plains)
Vous amènera à un bosquet d’arbres
Faites de réglisses à la menthe
Ou des bariolé jujubes croissent au lieu de feuilles.
(would bring you to a grove of trees
Made of mint liquorices
Where multicolour jujubes grow instead of leaves).
For Debbie Guzzi's biLingual Poetry Contest
you wished for me to write something sweet, Debs:))
Action!
Count on yourself!
Can't take anyone else's responsibilities.
Only you can!
Understand why you should
Not make
The mistake
Andy made by driving drunk.
B.J. should have driven that night
If Andy was so drunk.
Learn from your mistakes and bad choices.
If you do not
Then the same will happen to
You!
Dark and alone
wondering who's listening.
Terrified of who I've become.
The fear inside of me is out of control.
I'm the only one
who can see it.
Scared! Terrified! Alone!
Dark and alone
wondering who's listening.
Terrified of who I've become.
The fear inside of me is out of control.
Je sais, quand tu parle
L'aide n'est jamais loin à trouver
Et quelqu'un m'adore
a love story that needs written
a sonnet of all that I feel
a poem not yet indited
an unpublished heart
un histoire d'amour
you and me
Carols sang
by accordions and violas
glaze tete-a-tetes
with saccharine vim.
The winsome diction
in the oui’s and moi’s
makes local tongues
more suave to hear.
Above, the stars
waltz with charm-
luring hearts
to sigh in awe;
from croissant, the moon,
assume a sphere
while fireworks circle
around her brim.
The classic aura
of cobblestone streets
become avant-garde
with stiletto heels;
faded hints
of wine and champagne
perfume the air
and wash the paves.
Ah, the façade of laughter –
sans the tears!
The bonjours, the ça va,
the merci and the kiss…
so much to love,
what is to be loathed
in this very city
where you proposed?
Toi, flamme
Des vins exotiques
Magique des terres divines
Parfum du sang et seule pour mon coeur
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