Russian artist Valentin Serov
motivated to paint by love
Portraiture his genre democratique
& especially so politique
Ámame ahora mientras
Puedo amarte a cambio
Ámame ahora cuando, a voluntad
Puedo apagar el fuego de la linterna
Ámame ahora mientras, todavía
Puedo respirar fácilmente
Ámame ahora mientras
Puedo ver claramente tu belleza
No esperes a mañana u otro día
Cuando ya no puedo ver el arco iris transitorio
Cuando ya no puedo caminar solo en la acera
Y Cuando no puedo sentir la frescura del amanecer
Ámame no solo en el día de San Valentín
Pero también cuando me desvío por error
Ámame ahora o nunca
Para que pueda ser feliz para siempre, sin fin
Independientemente de mi estado de ánimo
No dejes de ser dulce y amable
A mi alma, a mi corazón
Y a mi cuerpo, antes de decir adiós, antes de partir.
Copyright © Febrero 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
Renmenm kounye a pandan ke
Mwen ka renmen ou an retou
Renmenm kounye a kant, a volonte
Mwen ka limen epi etenn dife an
Renmenm kounye a pandan, ankò
Mwen ka respire fasil kom yon chantè
Renmenm kounye a pandan ke
Mwen ka wè bote ou byen klè
Pa tann demen oswa yon lòt jou
Lè mwen pa ka wè lakansyèl yo ankò
Lèm pa ka mache pou kont mwen sou twotwa a
Ak lè mwen pa ka santi bon freshè le maten
Pa jis renmenm 'nan Jou Sen Valenten
Renmenm tou mèm lè kem vinn devye
Renmenm kounye a oswa jamè
Pou mwen ka beni ak chans san fen
Kèlkeswa eta mwen ak atitid mwen
Kontinye rete dosil e trete ak jantiyès
Nanm mwen, kè mwen
Ak kò mwen, anvan kem di orevwa.
P.S. Tradiksyon 'Love Me Now Or Never'.
Copyright © Fevriye 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon pwezi.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que
Je peux t'aimer en retour.
Aime-moi maintenant quand, à vœux
Je peux allumer et éteindre le feu.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que, encore
Je peux facilement expirer, inspirer et respirer.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que
Je peux mirer clairement ta beauté.
N'attends pas demain ou un autre jour,
Quand je ne peux plus voir l'arc-en-ciel transitoire,
Quand je ne peux plus marcher seul sur le trottoir,
Et quand je ne peux pas sentir la fraîcheur du matin.
N’aime-moi pas seulement le jour de la Saint-Valentin,
Mais aussi quand je m'égare par erreur comme un pantin.
Aime-moi maintenant ou jamais,
Ainsi je peux rester béni et chançard pour toujours.
Peu importe l’état de mon esprit ou de mon humour,
N'arrête pas d'être docile et mignarde
A mon âme, à mon cœur,
Et à mon corps, avant que je démarre.
Copyright © Février 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Valentin Savin
(my poems)
I'm no poet nor lover
That early spring we stood out night -
Just only you and I.
We talked and kissed in the moonlight,
The stars were shining high.
The moon was casting glance at us.
Your face was captivating me.
You told me with enthusiasm:
Such beauty there, don't you see?
But looking at the Milky Way
I mumbled somewhat fast:
- We'll perish under it one day.
You suddenly felt aghast.
I messed up all the things thereby,
That died your enthusiasm and fervor.
But caught with the side of my eye -
I'm no poet nor lover whatsoever.
08.05.2006
The old body of weather fears,
The soul falls in decay.
The guilty are the years,
That rushed from you away.
The soul ages with the body
While ending its living span.
Life is amazing and Godey.
Hold on while you live, man!
You'll be buried when you part
Or, perhaps, recalled someday.
Or driven out of the heart.
You can't regain the past way.
Our world is of a diverse kind
And you must live in and strife.
The Lord gave you spirit and mind.
Save them till the end of life!
A Lonely Star
There is a very cold winter time.
The streets are filled with snow,
A lonely star's shining in the sky.
I'm looking at her from my home.
The city's awaking from the gloom.
People scarring to and fro, and shout.
I'm quite comfortable in my room.
The star is luring me out.
How can she see me from afar?
And why she's lingering so long?
Perhaps she is my guiding star.
It'll be a pity if I'm wrong.
She wants to quit the heaven's shelf,
To warm up in the bed of mine.
(Being sad and lonely like myself).
I'll gladly give her bread and wine.
valentin savin
Won’t you be, won’t you be my . . .
Valiant hero, idol call
Valentin . . . o, oh no no . . .
I mean yes, but . . . gosh you’re tall!
Herschel, I just had to fall . . .
Fall in . . . fall in line for basketball
No, no, no, that’s not it . . .
Really want to say . . . too small . . .
No, no, Herschel, really mean to say . . .
Won’t you be my . . . rise?
Won’t you be the picture hung
Right before my eyes?
Oh Herschel, how can I say
How can I opine . . . be mine . . .
Oh Herschel, sweet Herschel
Won’t you be my . . . VALENTINE!
There, ha ha, I said it
I didn’t sound . . . aloof
I didn’t limit what I said
To just below the roof
I said the words I wanted too
But that’s not it . . . not all
For Henry is my secret love
And Herschel is my wall!
Submitted February 25, 2021
V-ertical
A-crostic
L-ets
E-very
N-ifty
T-heme
I-mplement
N-atal
S-tatement
A-bout
V-erse
I-n
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of poet Valentin Savin (January 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In the depths of the night I swear I saw your halo
Drifting above, when my thoughts were calm
Ornate but simple like the humble daisy
Lovely and stunning from flower to bulb
Oh how I dreamt that you could be mine
Vision of beauty as the belle of the ball
Enchanting the evening as we waltz to and fro
You had my heart and I knew it was luv
O my beloved, my truth, my valentine
Until death do we part, to you, my love, I bid
In the depths of the night I swear I saw your halo
Drifting above, when my thoughts were calm
Ornate but simple like the humble daisy
Lovely and stunning from flower to bulb
Oh how I dreamt that you could be mine
Vision of beauty as the belle of the ball
Enchanting the evening as we waltz to and fro
You had my heart and I knew it was luv
O my beloved, my truth, my valentine
Until death do we part, my love to you I bid
Cupid's Love Fire
Your Cupid's love fire, shot mi
arrowed heart, under spell,
where we swarm bodies,
sensually, seductively pouring,
adrenaline's bedded touch,
lusciously licking, candies
sugared, cane, velvet cake,
beaded cloud, among the stars,
hungered sky, rawly eating,
distinctively, gripped, heart-to-
heart, heavily gusting wind, our
passions tournament, never-
ending true loves honored,
Valentin~Ed heart.... Happy
Valentine's Day!
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