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Vive la difference

Vive la différence


couples complement each other
balancing the scales

one will play the jokester
clown and storyteller

the other acts as sidekick
filling in if there are gaps

they juggle and finesse their roles
managing an equilibrium

thus the introvert and extrovert
weave their life in harmony


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Vive La Difference

After all these years
I'm the same as I ever was
still a child at heart
(plus some older parts)
I've not changed because
what was important to me then
is also true today
nothing and no one
will ever sway my way
yet unlike so many
who know not their station
and only identify themselves
by their occupation
I'm aware of who I am
it determines what I

Vive la difference'

All the best to France, may her people stay strong
Egalat'e and joi.' I wish you all the best
From here out and on.'

Vive la France

In France, a woman’s right to choose
Is guaranteed by law,
A freedom one will never lose
And no one can withdraw.

The message rings out loud and clear:
Our bodies are our own.
No courts or judge can interfere;
The choice is ours alone.

The Constitution plainly states,
Unlike the U.S.A.’s, 
That there will be no more debates
Or government delays.

Unfortunately, here at home,
We

Vive La France

I join in spirit; the public of France.'
Who young and older in romance
Entwined desire, with freedoms fire'
In peaceful protest; contrast the ire '
Of devious governments desires'
They do not reckon, or balance out
For sustainable living people shout.'
Take them from the billions spent
Squeezed in utiltys and soaring rent
It' was spent on war, the mood is sore!
Ecological damage,

Vive Le Roi

Flights of angels surely led her to her rest
Of all our monarchs, she has proved the best

Her example ,there for all to see and her heir to follow
As we reflect upon her reign in this  sad time of sorrow

Right to the end  publicly she fought to do her duty
In private her  witty

Vive

Too hard to like
  Too easy to love
Once she touches you
No turning back

Too hard to believe
  Too easy to deceive
Once she kisses you
No turning back

Too hard to forget
  Too easy to remember
Once she loves you
No turning back

Too hard to understand
  Too easy to forgive
Once she hurts you
No turning back

Too hard to

Canver-Vive

CANCER-VIVE

Trapped inside a living cell
Multiplying thoughts in mine’s a hell
This body is where my soul lives
Dread and illness is all it now gives

Swirling mind, makes out unreal
Hard to grasp it’s all surreal
Petrified at this diagnosis
Uncertain, of course, my future prognosis

God help me I’m scared you know
Images go flashing: a destructive torpido
All looks low, lonely and

Whitaker Did With Vive and Verb

Whitaker Did with Vive and Verb

Whitaker did do with vibe and vivid verb,
Everyone would both bother and disturb;


His idiotic behavior should begin to curb.

Jim Horn

Toss in a couple of lines for me.

Vive Sem Horas

Vive sem horas

Na vida e nos negócios
Sempre, 
esqueça o momento.
Não conte o tempo,
Quanto mede pesa, 
E quanto pensas mede
e nada é medida certa.

Na vida e nos negócios
Não tenhas nada nas mãos 
Nem uma memória na alma, 
Que as horas não voltam! 

Construa no espaço 
Que figura futuro, 
E prometa o Amanhã 
Cumpre hoje, 
não esperando

Vive La Difference

They keep me awake all night 
So I sleep all day
Then they blame me
And take my life away

That is how my life is
In this awful game
So rejected am I
A life of constant pain

I say please reverse this
Let them feel the same
Let them know what it’s like
To live Eternal shame.

The reasons they reject me for
I conquer

Carlo Vive I Morti Siete Voi - Carlo Lives, You Are the Dead Ones

on merciless concrete
there's a body
don't clean up this blood

shot in the face
and run over as an inssurance
he'll never again put the blue ski mask on
don't clean up this blood

camouflaging a direct shot as ricocheted
did it even came to mind
was he still alive
when those tires  
crossed over 
don't clean up this blood

he was someone's son

do

Vive La Liberte

False winter—deceitful—fuels the unrest.
Paris preyed upon; men’s anger coalesced;  
guns frame the debate. 
Pride and despair fan the unholy flame. 
The dispossessed grab weapons and take aim,
do words or actions desecrate?

Twelve dead in Paris—and a free press denied,
mourn for the loss, when faith and guns collide. 
To men with no life, there’s only death.
Fathers

Vive La France - Visual 4

Vive La France - visual #4

Weeping
half staff – full heart
stiffened - resilient 
proudly applauding freedoms voice
she speaks.



1/14/2015

For Andrea Dietrich – An American Beauty Poetry contest

Vive Le Canada Libre

translation below

Vive le CANADA Libre
 
 
Toujours merveilleux
Toujours grand
Toujours libre
Terre de libertés
 
PKP, PKP, jamais ne volé mon pays
PKP, PKP, jamais ne volé mon pays

 
 
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