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Another go

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My life has been long, full of beautiful moments,

I have lived out my years by your side and by their,

I have travelled the world and have been worse for wear,

I have met many friends and a few opponents,

And now the finish line is just around the bend,

How I wish to hold you at least until the end;

The sun is now setting and slowly night will fall.

Why do I want to run? Why do I want to stall?

I don’t quite understand, I thought I was at peace,

I though I was happy but as I see the moon

Rise up into the sky I feel it is too soon…

All these regrets of mine I find I can’t release:

There is still much to do, there is so much to say,

Thousands of paths to tread, many an unknown way,

Many places to go and of course there is you;

Suddenly there is so much I would love to change,

So much that I know not and that I wish I knew…

But life has gone by, time is just out of my range;

This feeling that rises, this unknown but soft pain

Around which I cannot seem to quite wrap my head,

What if we were to fly? What if we jumped instead…?

I know it is foolish but… Wanna go again?

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Wisdom

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In these tears I can feel

The whole weight of your heart,

Emotions that you seal,

That could drive you apart

From yourself, from your soul;

In this soft, salty rain

That somehow keeps you whole

I can feel your deep pain.

Always darkest is night

Before the first new light,

This might not be the worst

But you are not the first

And surely not the last

To succumb to this ache

Come from ages long past.

Oh my dear desperate youth

Do know that you can make

It through the deadly storm

And one day time might soothe

The soreness of your form.

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One day

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One day

I wish to be able to say

What I think, what I feel,

I hope to know the way

Around my lone Achille’s heel,

One day

I wish to be able to show

Oh what in you I see

And what you mean to me,

How badly I want you to know…

One day

I wish to be able to make

You smile, you laugh – lovely –

To get rid, off to shake

My timidity, if only…

One day.

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Symphonie n°5

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C’est à toi, ô lointaine reine,

Toi celle qui me cause tant

De sourds soupirs, de pâles peines,

Toi qui pour le temps d’un instant,

Sous ta couronne de lauriers,

De ta silhouette, habilement,

Étincelle furtivement

Et fait mon regard prisonnier,

Mais au coin de l’œil tu habites,

J’ai beau regarder et pourtant

Dans les angles morts tu t’abrites,

Ici et là, virevoltant;

Ombre chinoise en avant scène,

Horizon de mon univers,

C’est donc à toi, lointaine reine,

Que je dédie ces quelques vers.

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Bob

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Il vit dans un ananas au fond de la mer,

Un fruit beau et tout frais, orange, non pas vert,

Au milieu de poissons, crustacés et requins,

Tous les jours en cuisine, spatule et ramequin

En main, il nous prépare le meilleur des plats :

Le pâté de crabe dont tout le monde sait

Que même par amour ou une fois en chankla

– Que sans ménagement chacun, là, le persifle

Ou que pleuvent les coups, douloureuses mornifles, –

Le gardien doit rester éternellement muet.

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La petite connerie du jour.

Poème imposé à partir des mots : ananas vert, amour muet, chankla, ramequin et persifle.

Feeling the void

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It is not that the sun is black

Rather the sky cloudy,

It is not that my heart is cold

Rather it beats slowly,

Friend, it is not that I am sad,

I would say more moody,

It is neither that I feel down

But rather quite lowly.

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Wright above

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On the edge of a high cliff

Stands a creature soft and stiff,

A monster of wood and cloth

They have built; a giant moth.

In the air it longs to dance,

Up so high above the land,

Its shackles it cannot stand!

Impatient it is to prance

Into the void far below,

In its wings to feel the flow.

Will it succeed? Will it fail?

Asking is to no avail

For its will is now its own,

Its way only by wind blown.

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Poem number 300.

Wow…!

Little Heart

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Oh but see, little heart,

You have to learn to part

With the flames of passion,

The throes of emotion,

For love creates deep scars

That burrow in the years

And in which run the tears

That forge the solid bars

Of your unseen prison.

Perhaps there’s a reason

To this pain you endure

And perhaps there is not,

Perhaps your heart is caught

In a maze of feeling

That prevents from healing

By mislaying the cure.

Perhaps your life will end

Tonight under the moon

Or prehaps Death will send

It’s herald to speak thus:

“Not yet, it is too soon,

Your big heart is afuss.

Now listen to the song

Of the old stars, my dear,

And softly sing along;

Oh feel your darkest fear

Reveal itself and prong;

Face off its evil sneer,

‘Tis proof that you are strong

And that you are still here.”

Learn but do not obey,

Feel but do no forget,

Let none make your heart sway

From your future regret.

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