"foudre" poems
one glance
and a story starts
spinning
on the turntable
your heart -
the needle dropped
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
Blood on Cupid’s Arrow
There is blood on Cupid’s Arrow
From where I yanked it from my heart
I refuse to fall in love again
It makes for extremely painful art
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC
La Llorona
(ce poéme écrit après avoir écouté la chanson est
dédié à Frida Kahlo et à Joan Baez)
Sur les remparts de Tenochtitlan
tu ne sors qu'à la nuit couchante
les nuits ou la lune est orange tourne
rouge de sang et d'amertume.
Tu fais briller ta chevelure
de geai, tel un diamant noir,
ton nom est "Llorona la belle"
qui nous appelle de ses pleurs.
Et tente de nous attirer
Avec sa voix rauque et ses pleurs.
Tu annonces la venue de ceux
par qui la mort doit advenir.
Car telle est ta prophétie
magicienne, du Monde Indien.
Surtout passant, ferme les yeux
et retiens ton amour naissant
car la Llorona ne vient pas
pour te serrer dans ses bras
et te donner sa douce peau,
Ni te couvrir de baisers.
Elle se fait messagère de malheur.
Et annonce les temps nouveaux
D’où surgiront les hommes barbus, bardés de fer
avec ces animaux fabuleux
Et leur bâton de foudre et de tonnerre
qui tuent mieux que la guerre fleurie.
Son chant est hymne funèbre
ou la prophétie s'accomplit
dans les cliquetis d’acier,
la maudite soif de l’or
et le feu des bûchers.
Garde toi de suivre « la pleureuse »
qui t'annonce les jours maudits,
ou le sang indien va couler
et le Peuple être mis en servage.
Loran ta beauté est venin
cartes présages sont les flèches
que nous lancent les "temps nouveaux".
Pleurons, tous, notre liberté
et les jours de cendre venus,
et la chute des Dieux serpents.
Paul Arrighi, Toulouse
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
First Date
We promised a beach trip to each other
I count down the days, hours, and minutes
Til my release into your arms.
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:05 PM UTC
Eye of the Storm
It’s in the eye of my storm
That I find myself with you
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
__[Coup de foudre]__
//
A sudden unexpected event, especially
an emotional one; love at first sight
Now the question on my mind: is there any detail
to love at first sight; for the naked eye
finds pleasure in a **** body in silk or satin;
as he’s so anticipated of her, in a customary hot pose,
Deflowering the garden’s well protected rose
dropping her guard and unwrapping her sensual soul;
Soft lips as his chest- to the pleasure of a heart
still, what if love at first sight wasn’t so pure;
an enhancement of one’s value
An exaggerate beauty, a functional part’s wants
In the eyes of another, I have seen how much I desired them
as my own selfish needs- _that was my love at first sight_
Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 7:06 AM UTC
it was like a shock
at first
like lightning strikes
in the silence of midnight
breaking through the calm
like a raging storm
that thrashed and hurt
in white-gold veins
harsh against the clouds
an electric current
that creeps into my blood
and settles in my chest
when i first saw you.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
the sky needs to stop bawling
the weather outside does not help
whatever's happening up in heaven
should have solved itself by now
the storms are lovely, but i am tired
of being alone in a house for four
and here in a bed for two
and the one left behind is always me
the walls are crumbling now
they have been worn down for centuries
rain soaks the earth beneath me
this on my face is rain, not tears, i swear
standing alone in an open field
i am one with the universe
so when the lightning strikes
take me with you
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC
Sharing an Umbrella
It starts with sharing an umbrella
And ends with sharing our lives
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 3:25 PM UTC
Show Your Love With Your Teeth
Show me the feral side of your love;
Show me the protective side, the carnal side
Show me love with your hands on my hips,
Your breath in my ears
Show me your love with your teeth
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:35 PM UTC
Shapelessness of Love
I am a logical person
I think in polygons and geometry
But you come around and the shapes fall apart
Into meaningless squiggles on a page.
There is nothing more beautiful than the shapelessness of love.
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 3:29 PM UTC
if I am the frying pan then you are the fire
in a way you’ve always been my gateway drug
[oh her]
and I’ve always been their gateway to you (we have never
really been that similar) if I am the street lights then
you are the stars (you have always made that one
pretty clear)
I am covered in your footprints
your hair kind of looks like mine
spit on my face and we’ll see if I start to look more like you
[oh it’s you]
we were born in hospitals and since then my infant skin
has felt like plastic in your hands
(I’ll sit down in the dirt to see if I can blend in
with what you say you really love) smile and maybe
I’ll remember
what I really love about the grass growing through the sidewalk
(I remember once you told me you would love me
if I could show you where the sidewalk ends)
if I am the bridge then you are the untamed river
I’m sorry if I couldn’t see below my feet but you never bothered
to look up either
you have always been my gunpowder and I
have always been your bastille (whether you are rogue or royalty
has yet to be determined) you have always said
that I was hollow and I held matches in my teeth hoping
it would prove me volatile
[always you two]
I used to think our bones were the same metal but you’d
be the first to tell me yours was forged in a hotter fire
I think
mine will be harder to break (and we will both be melting
for years) if I am holding their hands then
you are bleeding beneath their feet if I stand alone
then you are standing on their shoulders
(I remember you like charcoal on a cave wall
like a name carved in tree bark
there are sets of your fingerprints next to mine all down
the highway
hold my hand against the dirt and we’ll see
if the heat of battle in the blood red riverbank will be enough
to burn this skin from our bones) we are not friends and
we are never going to be strangers (and more than anything
I am sorry for that)
if I am midnight then you are three am
if I am the sun then you are (not the moon)
arcturus
in a way I’ve always been your gateway
in a way you’ve always been my coup de foudre
[oh this again]
in a way your poetry was always my first love
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Wedding Cake
I’m waiting for the day that I can shove wedding cake in your mouth
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:36 PM UTC
Dreaming in City Lights
I dream of you underneath the starry rural skies
And I can’t wait to dream with you ‘neath the bright city lights
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC
Quand j'étais jeune et fier et que j'ouvrais mes ailes,
Les ailes de mon âme à tous les vents des mers,
Les voiles emportaient ma pensée avec elles,
Et mes rêves flottaient sur tous les flots amers.
Je voyais dans ce vague où l'horizon se noie
Surgir tout verdoyants de pampre et de jasmin
Des continents de vie et des îles de joie
Où la gloire et l'amour m'appelaient de la main.
J'enviais chaque nef qui blanchissait l'écume,
Heureuse d'aspirer au rivage inconnu,
Et maintenant, assis au bord du cap qui fume,
J'ai traversé ces flots et j'en suis revenu.
Et j'aime encor ces mers autrefois tant aimées,
Non plus comme le champ de mes rêves chéris,
Mais comme un champ de mort où mes ailes semées
De moi-même partout me montrent les débris.
Cet écueil me brisa, ce bord surgit funeste,
Ma fortune sombra dans ce calme trompeur ;
La foudre ici sur moi tomba de l'arc céleste
Et chacun de ces flots roule un peu de mon coeur.
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We Consume What We Adore
We consume what we adore…
Maybe that is why I am so hungry for snippets of you
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:08 PM UTC
Eternity
When I think of eternity
Your name comes to mind
If I had to choose whether
To give myself up or get rid of you,
I would be nothing more than a sigh on the breeze
If I had to choose between heatstroke
And losing you,
I’d be on the first plane to the Sahara
If I had to choose between you
And an eternity of life,
My dear, I would choose you
Every single time
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 3:36 PM UTC
Keeping Warm
The impatience for the beginning of us
Keeps me warm on cold winter nights
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
Tenderness
Tenderness has never been my forte
But I am a spring flower for you
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:33 PM UTC
Dreamscape
Without you, my dreamscapes are barren and cold.
With you, they are indescribably beautiful and joyous
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:14 PM UTC
Dancing at Midnight
Sitting with you is like dancing at midnight;
Quiet, serene, calming, and my favorite thing to do
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
Un, deux, trois
Je peux voir la lune ce soir.
Les étoiles: un, deux, trois.
Je ne peux pas compter
le bouquet des étoiles.
Voilà, ils sont infinis.
Le temps va arrêter,
maintenant, cette heure, cette seconde
avec moins des personnes.
Le moment ne terminera pas.
Voilà, il est infini.
Finalement, les étoiles, je peux compter.
Un, deux. Seulement deux.
Tes yeux, mes étoiles.
Voilà, tu es infini.
J'ai le coup de foudre pour toi,
sous le ciel ce soir.
Un, deux, trois,
Tu as le coup de foudre pour moi.
Voilà, nous sommes infinis.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
Si vous croyez haha
Que c'est marrant, mignon
D'être jeune et vif, detrompez-vous detrompez-vous
Si vous pensez que la jeunesse c'est le printemps vert et joli
Fleurs et petales, cuicui et gouttes de pluie
Non non, détrompez vous
C'est l'orage et le tonnerre
Oui la jeunesse c'est chiant
Mais alors vraiment tres chiant!
Si vous trouvez ca marrant
D'etre sans cesse enfoui dans la brume
Sans savoir, sans comprendre
Sans direction, sans but, sans chemin
Si vous trouvez ca marrant
D'avoir un cerveau de foudre
La jeunesse, c'est pour vous!
Et puis etre adulte,
C'est pas mieux, non non!
L'automne, feuilles d'espoirs qui tombent
Et qui craquellent sous le poids de regrets
Le mensonge qu'on donne aux gamins
Qu'etre adulte, c'est trop bien
Des mensonges, des mensonges!
Detrompez-vous detrompez-vous
Les factures, les impots, le boulot, la famille
Le vin, les clopes, le stress et l'ennui
Et la vieillesse,
C'est pas mieux!
Le os recouverts de glace
Qui crépitent et craquellent a chaque mouvement
Qui grincent comme un plancher épuisé
Les bras pendant comme des branches mortes
Le scalp chauve, et lisse comme un étang glacé
Non la vieillesse,
C'est pas mieux
Les lèvres qui bavent, les mains qui tremblent
Les pensées qui se pâment, les souvenirs qui clinquent ensemble
Le cerveau qui chancelle et s'écroule
Tout comme le corps qui chancelle
Et s'écroule
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
Promises
We were nothing but broken promises
And jagged lies, searching for someone
To make us whole
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
Mornings Together
I’m tired of the nights together;
I want the intimacy of watching the rising sun with you
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC