"entrain" poems
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find these bones
immerse them in saline lymph, tidal bay
grow sinew, venous pathways
overflow
hear turtle dolphin whale
entrain common pulsing
palpate boundaries
reshape
broadcast one secret vast owning smile
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
Au bord du canal Saint-Martin
(Paris Xème)
Au bord du canal saint Martin,
des mouettes piaillent au matin
et les pigeons avec entrain,
fondent sur les miettes de pain.
Au bord du canal saint Martin,
des promeneurs vont leur chemin,
sous les marronniers immobiles,
et s'arrêtent parfois «Chez Prune»,
Au bord du canal Saint-Martin,
il y a des chats efflanqués,
et des matous dodelinant,
captant le regard des passants.
Au bord du canal saint Martin,
y' a des junkies à la dérive,
et des bobos un peu frimeurs,
longeant ses quais en leur verdeur.
Au bord du canal saint Martin,
des sans-logis errent en vain
s’abandonnant au «sans souci»,
pour faire taire tous leurs ennuis.
Au bord du canal saint Martin,
l'on voit flotter quelques écluses,
que les flâneurs et «songe creux»,
traversent et retraversent, sans fin,
Au bord du canal saint Martin,
il est aussi bien des canards
dont plumage et mouvements,
captent les regards des enfants.
Au bord du canal saint Martin
l'on aperçoit les «roubaisiennes»,
des pêcheurs du dimanche soir '
jouant à la pêche aux goujons.
Au bord du canal saint Martin
y a de l'espoir et des chagrins,
des amoureux, mains dans les mains,
des esseulés, dès le matin,
Au bord du canal saint Martin,
c'est tout près de l'hôtel du Nord,
de la dégaine d'Arletty,
qui tourne la tête aux titis.
Au bord du canal saint Martin
ce n’est pas soleil tous les matins,
et faut parfois être malin,
pour la bectance quand il fait faim.
Au bord du canal. Saint Martin,
paraitre sérieux semble vain
tant les feuilles dorées tournoient
et l’automne se fait câlin.
Paul Arrighi
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Comme des enfants,
On va s’échanger des notes
Où on devra cocher «oui» ou «non»
Un «oui» incertain
Plein d’espoirs enfantins
Plein d’amour et d’entrain
Un «non» angoissé
Plein de noirceur tamisée
Plein de déni et d’ambigüité
Comme des enfants,
On va jouer à cache-cache
Dans nos rêves ou dans la forêt
Camouflés de nuages
Cachés dans le feuillage
Le ferais-tu même à notre âge?
Et quand tu vas poser tes yeux sur les miens
J’n’hésiterai pas, j’vais prendre ta main
J’n’hésiterai pas, j’vais agir plus ou moins
Comme un enfant
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 12:34 AM UTC
intending Walkabout
with personal creations all acrumble as we move
our long held sacred stories shown untrue
but let us go
the dreaming muscle will sustain
beauty consciousness entrain
unknown need not submit to fears
the demons not to rule
with baggage left behind us
we can swing a freedom dance
lessons need not bear a whip
we may just ride creatorship
trust love to rise above the mask
and find we're worthy of no task
and suffering just may not after all
be the chosen path
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
From the time the boy could stand
his Dad had brought him on the Seven.
To see the Mets they both would go,
before he'd even learned to throw.
All through his childhood and past his teens.
They'd entrain to their field of dreams.
Their Mets found many ways to lose-
most years they had godawful teams.
So soon it was his time to go.
Children grow and Time flies they say-
His son now has his place downtown
A few short miles and a world away.
Opening day is a magical land
That once more found them in the stands
Cheering loud, their voices hoarse,
as their team booked yet another loss.
After the excitement of the game
waiting on the platform for their trains
The two men hugged with obvious affection,
then entrained in opposite directions.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
all of our answers turn out to be true
though journeys start and end in pouring rain
there comes a time to pause and take the view
our knowledge is constrained by what is new
not by the old nor yet by thoughts of gain
all of our answers turn out to be true
since what we've done must constitute a coup
in favour of the honest and the plain
there comes a time to pause and take the view
of all the folk whose minds may yet construe
the simple vision that when we entrain
all of our answers turn out to be true
both to our hearts and to those who are due
the seats of honour and the high domain
there comes a time to pause and take the view
when all is clear and the noon sky full blue
we are redeemed by virtue of our pain
all of our answers turn out to be true
there comes a time to pause and take the view
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
J'ai souvent comparé la villégiature
Aux phases d'un voyage entrepris en commun
Avec des étrangers de diverse nature
Dont on n'a de ses jours vu ni connu pas un.
Au début de la route, en montant en voiture,
On s'observe : - l'un l'autre on se trouve importun ;
L'entretien languissant meurt faute de pâture...
Mais, petit à petit, on s'anime ; et chacun
A l'entrain général à son tour s'associe :
On cause, on s'abandonne, et plus d'un s'apprécie.
- Les chevaux cependant marchent sans s'arrêter ;
Et c'est lorsqu'on commence à peine à se connaître,
Que l'on se juge mieux, - qu'on s'aimerait peut-être,
- C'est alors qu'on arrive, - et qu'il faut se quitter.
410
Right person, wrong time.
All of the things I wish I could’ve told you.
From the minute I met you, I knew I would love you for the rest of my life.
Sitting up on that hill with you,
In the dusk,
The summer warmth still lingering.
Looking at you that day, I just knew you were my person.
It broke my heart how little time we had together.
I cried in the car on the way home,
Mourning what could’ve been.
A few days later,
After sleepless nights and crying until my body was bone-dry and numb,
My phone screen lit up.
It was you.
My heart flew into my throat and I froze.
You went out of your way to find me,
And I guess you felt the same as I did in that moment of your life.
We spoke day and night,
You were all I wanted to pay attention to for such a long time.
Waiting for you at the train station that day was the most scared I have ever been in my life.
As soon as you came up to me and enveloped me in your arms,
Everything melted away.
I was home.
I could’ve spent all day with you,
Talking to you,
Kissing you,
Just watching you.
Trying to entrain every part of your being into my brain,
As to not forget a thing.
When you shouted from the train that you love me as you were leaving,
Everything came crashing down again.
You were leaving me,
And I couldn’t handle it.
I was young and I was stupid and I was hurting because I couldn’t be with you,
So I began to self destruct.
I pushed you away and I hurt you so you would leave me on your own accord.
In the process,
I hurt you more than I ever wished,
And I regret that every day.
I wish I could’ve held on,
I wish I couldn’t pulled myself together for you and made it work,
Because it would’ve been so worth it.
But I was weak
And I broke.
I love you,
I have since the minute I met you,
And I will forever.
Being alone scares me,
But what scares me more is the thought that I may never get the chance to love you like you always deserved.
I will always be here, quietly supporting you and rooting for you to find your happiness,
I just hope that one day I can share that happiness with you.
Not a day passes where you don’t cross my mind.
All my love, forever.
23.10.2015 - ♾
- L
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 3:58 AM UTC