There is so much this world can offer
But “been there, done that” settles in
There is no need for us to scoffer
At ones' stay put and “hasn’t been”
Think you have seen the earthly beauty
When hitting trodden tourist paths?
Come to big cities, gleaming snooty
Yet never try to take bypass
Bunch ways less travelled, places hidden
The shores, the mountains – take pick
They are wide open, not forbidden
Drive on dirt road to get a kick
We seldom see unspoiled beauty
With eyes so tired of TV
Before you leave, make it your duty
Watch starry sky, because it’s free
Let autumn leaves be quilt aglowing
On which you cannot leave a mark
To Nature’s mastery be bowing
Spectator sole, bewildered stark
To sit and listen, forest speaking
With jumbled words of rustling spigs
Lo, smell the wind, aromas streaking
Of flowers, water, fungi, twigs
Sunset at desert, small bonfire
They put one’s mind in gear shift
Important things you thought of prior
All take back seat so “tout de suite”
No one is coming spoil the moment
Yours to imbibe, save evermore
That’s what you get, as your bestowment
For sneaking out through backdoor
May 13, 2024
I swear tout de suite,
that...
My noddle ain't petabyte
But just a condign floppy disk.
So I could swiftly flush out some memories,
And retain only what's necessary.
I swear I wanna draft some boundries.
As much as I need a reclying bin, and depositary
In my head.
There’s a deep burning encumbrance
Lagging within my torso
Its lacerating my soul
No explanation, ask Picasso
Occasionally, I wish I never knew you
Un-acquainting my best friend
I bind fast and then I bruise
When I feel like I’m losing you again
I can’t express it verbally
And it’s something you wouldn’t comprehend too
You have human embroideries
And what I have is you
Cognizant of your concord
You’re taking my unique one too
It was like a smack in my face
Asking me for something, I didn’t want to do
How could you not know the backwash
That cracked my benevolence
I thought we were so adjacent
Tout de suite moved my smile into spins.
No explanation, just “Picasso” the sense of my verse
I’m not devoted with love for you, I just feel demolished
Like a once colourful stained glass
Now gray and cannot be polished
THE SOLILOQUIST
She kissed la fleur - the audience.
The spotlight pierced her eyes, and then
eclipse la lune - the tale begins.
Quaint pearlescent - those tears that break.
L’amour that baits dress circle seats.
She flits of charm, her hands in play.
Bids parting syllable away.
Tout du suite, a tremendous crowd leap.
The virgin in white dress aglow.
Throng’s breathless palms like wedding bells.
10/9/2018
la fleur - the flower (la flur)
la lune - the moon (la loon)
l’amour - love (la-mor)
tout de suite - immediately (toot-sweet)
*in parenthesis my best pronunciation
Oh, promise of His Holy Way,
Where at no tongues can meet
nor switch the progress of obey
by that which they repeat!
Original, the sin of man
ne'er in can size, replete
unless by following command
a personal retreat ~
As solemn as the cross' employ
my vestige fails tout de' suite
the closet of resumption's buoy
holds up its weight's complete.
Oh, Jesus, saving not a toy
and faithfulness discreet
I often curse the whereabouts ploy
yet struggle to my feet!
This silent hour in reverence space
between my heart and Thee
as yet to focus, not disgrace
His bond of harmony!
épouvantail
s'il y avait eu
suffisante épouvantail
à effrayer
tous ceux qui essaient de
croa croa croa
au cours de la s'ensuit
cours des événements,
puis, éventuellement, il
aurait pu être un
raison de penser que
il y avait quelque chose,
quelqu'un, quelque part,
qui pourrait venir &
shoooooooooo
tout de suite problème --- est
que l'épouvantail
c'était juste un autre
blocus insuffisante
construit une brique à la
temps par les plus optimistes
qui ont cru tous les
mot que le
alarmistes ont dû
offrir et en très peu de
temps, le tout à fait
la colère irrépressible
tordait juste au-dessous
la surface d'un monde
complète de la blessure.
sorry to say but you know the way
que les choses viennent voler à vous
like glass shattering upon hitting a tree
tout en volant très rapidement afin dans votre voiture
slamming into a tree & just barely
vous traîner en sortir vivant.
what you do know is this: that this
n'est pas une sortie. ce que vous irrite, c'est ceci:
that you have no exit except the last
& une finale. ce que vous irrite, c'est que
all the attempts at escape which this
monde ne peut vous donner ne vous prendra que
you just so far before you have to
s'écrouler tout de suite à la très
beginning.
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