Vous êtes brune et pourtant blonde,
Vous êtes blonde et pourtant brune...
Aurais-je l'air, aux yeux du monde,
D'arriver tout droit de la lune ?

Et cependant, on peut m'en croire,
Vous êtes l'une et l'autre chose
Comme Vous êtes blanche et noire,
Des cheveux noire et de chair, rose.

Mais peut-on dire dans le monde,
La plaisanterie est commune :
« Si votre belle Amie est blonde,
Elle est blonde, elle n'est pas brune ».

À moins d'arriver de la lune,
Peut encor dire tout le monde :
« Si votre belle Amie est brune,
Elle est brune, elle n'est pas blonde ».

Pourtant ! le savez-vous mieux qu'Elle ?
Leur répondrai-je (Tu supposes)
Eh bien ! moi, je ne sais laquelle
Elle est le plus de ces deux choses.

Bien que personne n'y consente
Et qu'elle semble inconséquente,
C'est une brune languissante
Et c'est une blonde piquante.

Aurais-je la bonne fortune
De mettre d'accord tout le monde,
Concédez-moi donc qu'elle est brune,
Je vous accorde qu'elle est blonde.

Elle a, pour faire à tout le monde
Une concession encore,
Une longue mèche de blonde
Dans ces cheveux bruns, qui les dore.

Enfin, je vous dis qu'elle est brune,
Je vous répète qu'elle est blonde,
Et si j'arrive de la lune,
Je me moque de tout le monde !

Après tout, ce n'est pas ma faute
Si, sous ses longs cheveux... funèbres,
Le corps blanc dont votre âme est l'hôte
A du soleil... dans ses ténèbres.

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

first stretch of great wall of china to rebuilt tana to loy

authorised by ian

5000 to work

this will be my wedding present to ian

What’s hidden behind
The winds
silent kiss

Lies a
Sacred jewel

A perfect stranger
Swaying in the
Romance of the
Nights silky mist

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

at the most lonely of times,
i look up to the stars,
watch the moon glow,
and sing to the night-blooming flowers
that hide with me in my secret garden.

When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?

Empty stores
Bare shelves
Bruised cans
Hate crimes
New deaths
Continuous cases
Shunted halt
Crashing economy
Fear left people in a shear panic
Panic left people feared for their lives
The worst of times pulls on the worst of our souls
Bring the light to someone's hidden dark world
Fear leads to panic, panic feeds on fear, anyone in the crossfire be dammed.

Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I will dance
And I will spin
Until the room blurs
And the lightless gaps
Between swaying bodies
Absorb my ache
And longing

I will twist
And I will wring
Dizzily releasing
Whatever still clings
To my depleting soul
And replace it with champagne

And I will dance

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

Sometimes
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic

I wash my hands
as the Rome burns to the ground
I smoke a cigarette at the balcony
as the city goes in lockdown

my city
my city
It's a ghost-town.
my people
my people
I am lost without.

I'm afraid
We're going to isolate
Even further than we are

If we don't get a grip
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third

Being all I, me, mine
Where we spend our time
Inside our solitary rooms

This constant creep of self
Will soon be our death
If we keep humming this crazy tune

Our social butterfly
Has up and died
Cut off in mid-bloom

The once abundant life
Took to flight
With nothing much to do

But to isolate
I'm afraid
Even further than we are

With no flotation devices left
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third

Love didn't end wars
It started them

The Restriction of Movement was extended for another 14 days.

Another 14 days to overthink this existence.

When I die, I will miss
A woman’s long hair in the wind,
Not a timeless thing, but a thing
Without concern for time,
The way Rome always reminds
Of Greece, and Greece reminds
Of salt air and vines.

While I cry to myself in the mirror, she'll be admiring every creak in my bones.

The streets are bare as
the cherry blossoms still bloom.
Life will carry on.


A walk in the woods
will still be enjoyable,
while six feet apart.


Slow down and observe
the beat of nature, for it
is good for the soul.

On our first night he promised me the world,
After three children I am still waiting.
28/3/2020

I turn on the lamp of love in my mind
moving as its glow shines. As it
spreads out eyes into day.

Energies spiral as voice aligns with breath
and song resonates outward shines. As moments of sand pile so memories begun.

I turn on the lamp of love in mind
that never burns out. That is
light particles magnetized
by heart pulsate.

Engirds spiral to enter cells
with breath as every ***** feels
energized and human form becomes crystalline.

I turn on the lamp of mind for my soul
and send it to the world to know
everything is grand and alright.
Everything is alright

I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.

i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall

he said
when you are crying
          i will dry your tears.
when you feel like self-destructing
          i will sing softly to you for as long as you need.
when you are broken
          i will lie with you, and we can do beautiful nothing together.
when you are wordless
          i will understand.
when you can't move
          i will be there for you.
when the past is choking you
          i will gather you into my arms.

i will love you through everything.
every brokenness
          every fear
                    and every "what if."

it will be you and me,
me and you,
no matter what.

since lies are sweet
and the truth is bitter
i'm not surprised
i liked you better

Quiet.
And Spring-like.
That’s how I’d describe it,
the smell.
Nose poking through door like
a dog,
pulling in soft air and the faintest
whiff of a Marlboro light.

So quiet.
And calm.
Hard to believe it,
the uncertainty.
Nose poking through door like
a truffling pig,
wafting in pillows of anxiety that
taste just like Tuesday.