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Julien Goulet Poem
In an evergreen forest
Surrounded by a lake
I owned a little cabin
Where my love I did take
Moss crept on the walls
Of the crudely built home
But in silent serenity
We could be alone
She loved it more than I
That place beside the water
She wanted to stay forever and a day
Or whatever proved to be longer
Simple living
Minimal care
Clean country breathing
In the pine scented air
The water rippled
And slowly swayed
During all hours
Of the night and the day
The woods teamed with life
And the trees filled with leaves
Birds fluttered along
In the gently blowing breeze
We couldn’t escape
This beauty astounding
We became one with the lake
Our hearts matched in their pounding
Enamored were we
With our quiet possession
But this love that we had
Turned in to obsession
Scared of the threat
Of having to leave
To go back to the world
Of death and disease
We clung to the feeling
Of everlasting bliss
Because while we were here
We could never resist
But late one evening
As I sat by the fire and drank
My love, afraid of departing
Walked in to the lake and sank
I realized too soon
That I had to leave
And forget all about
This so called serene
For it was not an earthly place
Yet not entirely fictitious
Just outside of reality
If you believe the superstitious
That cabin by the lake
That my love knew so well
Called her soul to rest
Was it Heaven or was it Hell?
Copyright © Julien Goulet | Year Posted 2025
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There is a very large wood, right next to my house
Twas a very good wood, as I understood
And it held every creature from lion to mouse
I once saw a krumpstaple as big as a table
And it smiled at me and waved
But on its back was a frickamafrack
And I saluted him for being so brave
You see, frickamafracks are often attacked
By the enormous breed of krumpstaples
But both of the beasts would certainly feast
On the trees when it oozes its maple
The maple in these trees will quickly freeze
If you breathe on it too long
So the animals lick it and slurp it and pick it
Before anything can go wrong
My mother and father when they wish to bother
Tell me to stay away
“You’ll surely get lost with the trees all so crossed”
They look at me and say
But I know that I should go into the wood
Because it makes me happy
And the krumpstaples and their backs with the frickamafracks
And the trees that are ever so sappy
Can you keep a secret, promise and keep it
Of the wood that sits by my house?
I’ll let you come play any time of the day
With the the creatures from lion to mouse
Now that it’s settled, shall I put on the kettle?
My green tea is especially good
Let’s have a picnic with tea and a breadstick
In the fabulous magical wood!
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A rusted brass skeleton
Sleeping in a leather sarcophagus
Echoes of a symphony
Escape into my ears
Yearning to be played
To have breaking, bloodied lips kiss it once more
Soured by time
Decades of silent slumber
Coins, artifacts of a lost world
Collect in the dust and nicotine-ed air
I find myself humming along to our songs
Destined to lose their rhythms and notes
Two moments in history
Soon to be forgotten
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Bioluminescent beauty
I am drawn to the hue
I know nothing but the gleam
A pale moonlight blue
I flutter along
Floating on the wind
Enraptured in its gaze
This is all I’ve ever been
A curious creature
Hungry for a path
Maybe it can guide me
To a safe way home, perhaps
Before, I turned to the stars
I got help from the moon
But this light before me
Appeared so usefully soon
Convenience, it is
How kind to me it’s been
A guiding friend
Beckoning me in
Closer and closer
I fly into its haze
It bites and shocks and kills
And then I burn away
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It was early in the morning
I had my cup of tea
When a little robin landed
Beside me peculiarly
Outside on the porch
We talked, him and I
I taught him how to speak
He taught me how to fly
We glided over deserts
And perched atop jungles
We saw men and women talking
Beneath us just a mumble
We saw Paris and Rome
Geneva and Berlin
We saw wonders of the world
Places no man has ever been
I wiped a tear from my eyes
As we landed back home
For I had seen miracles
Which I had never known
Fly away I said
To that little brown bird
Go away from this place
It is not safe, take my word
But he did not listen
And he stayed right by my side
He taught me how to live
I taught him how to die
Thus is the way
With humans and robins
I am afraid it all ends
In a fate far too common
So fly away
While you still have a chance
Less you end up like the foolish robin
And the lonely old man
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Flipping through the pictures
Memories on display
Radiant recollections of the forgotten
A shrine to the past
Pain in absentia
A domain for delirium
Not existing in the real world
A masquerade, a façade
I yearn to be like the pictures
Behind the cheap plastic screen
To live inside
Impossible
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Bask and bathe
In river red
Lay down to sleep
In fire’s bed
I tell a tale
Of lovers lost
A legend of death
At twice the cost
Muse of beauty
So lovesome indeed
A look at her visage
One’s heart doth soon bleed
Prompt and denying
Through the sea of her suiters
She saw a man leaving
But her words left sooner
Come, she told him
Her voice hit his ear
He turned his head quickly
And she drew him in near
She whispered sweet nothings
And he fell every time
She sang him a song
And she rhymed him a rhyme
She had him hooked
For he was now so in love
He could not quite tell
Whom she reminded him of
Someone he knew
Of great fame, she was
An angel, he thought
Or something above
But in fact he was wrong
And soon he could tell
She was no angel
But a shadow from Hell
He remembered her quick
And tried to draw back
He had known her before
She was dead, he knew that
His former flame
Whom he had burnt out
Yes, he was sure this was her
Of this, he had no doubt
He had gotten bored
But she loved him so
When he told her to leave
She did not want to go
He snuffed out her light
And buried her deep
Now the woman was here
And began to quiet weep
She grabbed the man’s arm
And opened up the floor
Engulfing them in flames
And they both were seen no more
Bask and bathe
In river red
Lay down to sleep
In fire’s bed
I finish my tale
And plead you of this
Remember your past
I ask, I insist
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I thought of you today
In a special type of way
I was walking by a garden
“Discount plants for bargain”
I decided to enter this habitat
And I thought of you, who would have expected that?
When I saw the purple pansies
The ones that you had fancied
Or when I smelled the twirling tulips
I began to feel quite foolish
The dainty daffodils
Offered me a thrill
I kissed the reddening roses
Just as I started to notice
These flowers, all bloomed
I thought again of you
Of your beauty, your love, and your hurt
My forever flower, planted in the dirt
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Skin deep
Still bleeds
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In January
With Mother Mary
We wed down at the chapel
In February
Cold and airy
Your cheeks as red as apple
And in mid March
Under a golden arch
You said we would have a daughter
But then come April
A spring too fatal
For we had quickly lost her
In late May
I heard you say
We would be forever
Although in June
It came to soon
We were not together
At the end of July
I saw you cry
Through your open window
Then in August
You never saw this
I threw away your pillow
In September
I still remember
I got the call I dread
And in October
No longer sober
They found you cold and dead
In November
To control my temper
I enjoyed the end of fall
Lastly in December
Your darkened dying ember
I could not picture you at all
Copyright © Julien Goulet | Year Posted 2025
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