"brevet" poems
BIRTHDAY-POEM 6-4-2
( Meaning the end-rhymes consist of 6-4-2 rhyming words )
The most precious thing
will never blinq
for this occasion
my happiest congratulations
from my heart to yours
in romantic symphonical moors
the depth not to measure
just for pagan pleasure
for divine delights
we'll have long blessed nights
amongst paganish duvet
holied by God’s own brevet
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC
på bordet med den pastelgule dug ligger brevet, der aldrig leveres
og alle de anstændige cafébesøgende kigger diskret
fugtige sommervarme lår, sammenklistrede på sædets plastik-læder
knækkende hjerter, knirkende sommerbriser
der er ikke rigtig noget at gøre ved det
siges der, og trækkes på skulderen
og så sidder man dér
og klistrer og knækker og knirker
og knuses
af sommervarmen,
af café-medarbejderne
af brevet
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
*** åbner brevet
kigger på papir seddel
der stå;
du burde være død
hele verden går i stå
*** falder sammen
ned på gulvet
hele verden står stille
*** forstår intet
*** græder
skal *** dø
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
I often find my posits dreadful,
Happiness flies merely fleet,
So much compounds, accosts a headful
Angry, gnawing, awful heat!
In joyful sorrow I must live
For truest joy is not to be
And frightened by, as laws decree,
A final debt, a life to give.
(Then summons me, my last repose,
To Heavens Gate, that some suppose.)
I cannot shed this melanchol’,
So Viper-like time’s turbulence,
Nor sally forth ‘pon brevet fall,
Conning self in feckless hence
When plaintiff Hell wraths from my lips,
“O’ Fie! Ye craven Viper! Fie!
Why should it be that I must die?”,
By fevered brain’s convulsive flips.
(As if a Viper’s state be blamed
For thus which gives me abject pain.)
And in these throes of torrid temper
Comes a hummingbird in flight,
Engaged in moments: basic, simpler,
Perfect-formed wee aero-sprite!
So happily he flits about
When seeking nectar, bloom-by-bloom,
In flowers bright as peacock plumes
And worries not of Earthly doubts.
(For hummingbirds have innate sense
Of urbane thoughts and true pretense.)
His playful flight in mayful flutter
Sagely parries **** the trees
Through ev’ry leaf he flies a’scutter
Daring, as his heart will please!
My dearth, it seems, I now forget;
A tiny smile claims my face
And grows to full by levied grace
To pause my Earthly-borne regret!
(This newly forged respite from woe
Has cast away my pitied trow!)
What revelation rids my sadness
(All those worries disappear)
And what was anguish turns to gladness
Gone, the nagging mortal fears.
O’ they’ll return, I have no doubt,
To wrest my contemplative mind
But now assured that I can find
A joyful thought to fight such bout
I will forever carry near.
And to the hummingbird in flight
I’ll cherish how you drew my sight
To rid a foolish mortal’s tears.
(As hummingbirds will understand
The foibles taken by our hand.)
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
Community College for Everyone
“Tolle Lege - Take up and read”
-a child’s voice in Saint Augustine’s Confessions
You do not need permits or paperwork
A license, vouchers, sufferance, consent,
Authorization, sanction, approval,
Passport, certification, charter, chit,
Security clearance, brevet, code, key,
Party card, registration, ration book,
Rubber stamp, fingerprints, user name, badge,
Photo identification, pin number
To read a poem on a summer afternoon
You do not need permits or paperwork
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC