The stars sparkle like a gentle spring.
They long to move and give birth to Happiness.
They frolic with desire, wishing to bloom the sky with brilliance.
Let us dance, ladies — to the vibratos of the heart.
When his beloved leans toward him, he becomes her sun.
He shines, blazing, his light carrying his kindness.
He wants to offer softness, to cover the world with a rainbow.
He opens the heart-chest of his body to the one he loves.
Feelings are like a butterfly resting on a flower.
We envy their fragile beauty, yet so fleeting.
The stars capture their hopes with every spark that fades.
No — they want to live as the fruit of his prayers.
At night, sounds become more perceptible.
His heart beats, beats so strongly, his throat dries.
Words no longer come.
He implores the moon to wrap him in a case of golden dust,
to protect him from his shyness.
From this cocoon, the words take their place to offer the essential:
“Inconsolable in your absence, my hand warms itself in yours.
Love, I love you.”
— Joël Charvillat
COME TO THYE END OF THE BOW
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He played his fiddle
while we danced
while lunching toward
the completion of the task.
We was-ah putting up post
to put the tainer shed on.
It was found just beneath
the surface bout'ah
5 inches down near the
base of the tree it's
arare aoccasion for such
as silver is often found in
heavysands near mines
or in streambeds. Taint none
round here.96% pure bout
77 pounds.
Until he weighed it and said it
was 42 pounds.
My scale aint that far off.
I beleive this is one of
those devilish varmitts
preaacher warned us about.
he told me he'd take it in for the cashing.
I said to that man you must think I am
a fool. Censored due to a Lady being here.
Well he said
"Hugga dug and Ah-Frug will Thank you."
We needs ah Medation to solve this pendin
feud: due to his dishonesty!
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Avocado" Tinsel Toadwalk and "Tangles" Grisser Gamms
"Tare not you foul feind: put it on the scale"
alluvium:Abbraccia una rana e un cane ti ringrazierà.
there is a never after
where words are lost
and colours fade
but perhaps we won't let go ~
in dreams and voices
there will be one more story from me
you'll be attentive
one last time
yet the tips of my fingers
slip from grasp
and all I ever wish for stills
I watch the earth spin
confused as to who is letting go
in this here and now
~ balance from the moon ~
a momentary turn
no one falls away
all lay softly
sound asleep
heartbeats become the dream
pictures ink into night skies
one thousand and one times
existing as permanently
as a memory feels
when last times
were just yesterday
Les bras du cœur sont grands ouvert
C'est le temps dit chanté
Venez en profiter
Lance-moi vos sourires
Je vais même vous faire rire
Notre destin est libre
Voilà, l'équilibre
Dieu protège et rejoint
Seigneur, je te retiens
Au fond de mon cœur
Où demeures
La profondeur
Merci Seigneur
La suprématie
Bonjour mes nouveaux amis
The fragrant air settles
Overtaking us
The sun behind us
The sound of water
Ripples and waves
In our ears
As we sit
On the wooden dock
Darkness surrounds
Leaving us
Alone with the stars
Midnight sky
Shiny starlight
Brings us heaven
Beneath
A cover of velvet.
Béni vos ombres
Il est temps de vous avancer
Je vais vous le montrer
Laisser le matin vous embrasser
Avec bonheur enchanté
Lumière éclatante
Votre amour clairvoyante
Bénidictions des cieux
Miraculeux
Avec la pluie
Je vous bénis
C'est moi qui te remercie
Stylo à la main
Je n’écris pas mon destin ni la fin
Mais cette aventure dans le train
Ce train de la vie que J’aime à l’infini
Beaucoup de détours tous les jours
Mais il n’y a pas d’aller-retour
Alors je prends avec moi cet amour
Pour le partager tout au long de mon parcours
Cette envie de voir l’espoir danser
Dans les yeux de ce marginalisé
Ecoutez
Ne faisons pas de lui un expulsé
La vie vaut la peine d’être vécue
C’est pour cela qu’il a survécu
Donnons-lui cette source d’énergie
Qui fera de lui un homme pour la vie.
Maria Crown
WE KNEAD SUCH & SUCH:
TO COME DOWN HERE
AND SERANDE THESE
DRIFTING LOVERS
MAYBE THE SWEET SOUNDS
OF MUSIC
MIGHT INSPIRE THEM
TO IRON OUT THERE
DIFFERANCES
BASSOONS
OBOE
FLUTES
DRUMS
GUITERS
KETTLERS
CONGO'S
CLARINETS
VIOLENS
CHELLOS
PIANO
SWEET RANGES OF BACKGROUND SINGERS
SUCH AND SUCH A PLACE
AT SUCH AND SUCH
A TIME
TWO WILLINGFUL LOVERS
WHO LOVE ONE ANOTHER
OOH OOH, OOH
SUCH AND SUCH A PLACE
AND SUCH AND SUCH A TIME
SUCH AND SUCH A PLACE
AND SUCH AND SUCH A TIME!
Lust made me look at her
Love means i can never look away
The sparkling melody mirrors the waves
Of the peaceful Aegean Sea.
With notes floating to my rousing mind,
Sailing boats is all I see.
With winds flowing, boats sail forward
Towards cliffs of jagged rock,
From the town on the bluff I watch
Boats drift towards the dock.
That's the scene I always see
Hearing Ravel’s boat on the sea.
The memory is recalled so simply,
My summer in Santorini.
Thoughts froth, crest, and merge through ocean’s
indiscriminate wandering, no recognizable
beginning or end like smoke on the wind,
melding, melting, fusing coalescing.
Reality a fragile grasp held on
a two-dimensional canvas once white,
clean, stretching taunt, taunt as the
implausible reality of our existence-
existence standing, stranding, hair, fur, frond's
weaving about crowns of trees in rye fields.
Everything alive, writhing, wanting,
needing, thriving, dying-skin crawling reality
like orange oil on the hollow cheeks of despair.
Pain, defies, belies, confusion's frame stretching
upon illusion's claim-eye to hand, hand to brush
the clean, white, membrane between brain pan and
paint pan. No recognizable beginning or end
melding, melting, fusing, coalescing-gone.
Self-Portrait with Fur Cap, Bandaged Ear & Pipe
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890 Dutch)
First Published in Five Poetry Magazine 2013
A strange and powerful thing ----
to not know what shall come,
where winds shall carry thee,
and time turns many a calendar,
withered with wings of days
some
light, others
grey;
A Great Lover too far away....
(many venus' between)
to not feel their whisper
Save through the long-line
of cold techno-echoes;
A hunger shall not be filled,
lay me down with the voracious lion ----
eat my emptiness....
who can feast long and forever;
she is gone
To a woman
(In this traslation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : « A une femme »,
I have retained the rhyme scheme to the letter, I hope. T. Wignesan)
To you these lines in faith must console I address :
A sweet dream laughs and cries in your large eyes through
The purity of your soul which is wholly good, to you
These lines from the depths of my turbulent distress.
Just that, Alas ! the nightmare which haunts me hideous
Allows no respite and furious, mad and jealous continue
Multiplying themselves like wolves in a funeral retinue
Hanging on to my fate which at their mercy they harrass !
Oh ! how I suffer, I suffer hopelessly, so mean
That the initial whimperings of the first man
Banished from Eden a mere eclogue to the cost I wean. !
And the minor discomforts you may endure in comparison
Are like the swallows in the sky on an afternoon
- My Dear – make the beautiful warm September day a boon !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
J'entends encore votre voix
Quelques nuits quand il pleut
Et quand tu parle, vos paroles sont plus belles
Que ceux de Dumas et de Voltaire
Je n’avais pas une chance avant vos yeux miroitants
Votre petit sourire timide
Et vos cheveux d’or comme une chute d’eau
Qui brille plus brillants que le soleil
C’est un mystère pourquoi personne ne voit
Comment chaque pouce de vous
Des cheveux d’or aux ongles de pieds rouges comme les rubis
Est plus belle que les paroles peuvent décrire
Cela, c’est vraiment un honte de chaque homme
Pour le soleil avec toute sa sagesse
N’est ni astucieux
Ni drôle comme vous
Et il ne peint pas les tapisseries
Que vous pouvez peindre sur le canevas
Et dans mes rêves
Où je souhaite encore que je
Puisse me souvenir ce que j'aurais fait de tenir votre main juste une fois
A caresser les rayons de soleil de vos cheveux
A goûter doucement les lèvres florales et à regarder aux yeux qui volent le cœur
Sans crainte, sans faiblesse Et maintenant, sans regret.
Mais maintenant je sais que je
Peux regarder vers le soleil
Avant que je puisse savoir
Vote beauté entière
une chose de la beauté
ce qui va sans dire
ce qui ne détient pas la propriété
ce qui ne peut être représenté mécaniquement
ce qui ne peut être remodelé technologiquement
ce qui ne peut être tweeté
ce qui ne peut être marchandisés
ce qui ne peut être recherché et trouvé
ce qui ne sera pas affiché sur facebook
ce qui ne peut être répondu à
ce qui ne peut pas attendre pour plus tard
ce qui est personnel
ce qui demeure par la société ne peut rassembler
ce qui ne religion ne peut prétendre
ce qui est en soi une chose de la beauté.
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