"francais" poems
Natalie!
at present I am present on a small isle,
which is so green genteel
to the eyes and the ayes,
you might include it
among yet unmastered possibilities,
living here forever.
indeed, the crescent beach so welcoming that
francais et l'anglais des anglaise is spoken here,
but actuality
has a way of intruding,
like
Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Bleu,
saying I know you,
even if it doesn’t
this breeze bearing load suggests your name
as a candidate for future, honours, an MBE,
a practiced curtsy for a queen,
whatever is he babbling about?
why I am presenting an outline for a screenplay that
will make you a little rich and somewhat fameuse
so you buy a house on the water,
party all night,
write in the miracle wonder of the late afternoon
on a summery isle,
modestly hungover
say!
where is this isle so sheltered,
where nooks are set aside for poets and drunks
to pub crawl, to stand on tables and Irish sing of
those things that poets endlessly babble?
so add :
come here and let us listen to all your possibilities
and cross just this one,
your presence here,
off the list
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
dire je t'aime,
signifie la meme chose
en francais ;)
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
I woke up this morning
Sporting a Beret
Speaking in an accent
Parlez-vous francais?
With a scarf around my neck
A pencil thin moustache
Afraid I might have woke up French
A slight giggle to my laugh
With a strong urge for fresh Baguette's
I head to the grocery
I told my cat I'd be right back
He looked at me... Cest la vie
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Laying down the law of how I react,
Each verse in tune to the universal drumbeat but the thing about
No longer strange the way that miracles occur on a day to day basis
Meditation extends beyond the lyrics
Beyond the sitting still and coming to a peace
Certainly it starts at that but where it ends well depends when one defines
The ending of the meditation
An alternative , alter , degree of difference , meaning to medition could be seen as a conscious act of thinking , but that does not mean there are limits or borders to the edges of the known in fact it extends beyond into the daily uncertainties that flow
Foolish atrocities line our mothers womb and the simple pleasures become lost in fear of life and the only way we know how to counteract that kind of pain is fear , a confused kind of fear
One of distaste and eventually ignorance , ignorance is bliss they say
Well I say it’s not ,just that , I’s ignorance can be hindering , to ignore the mission is the wonderful to breathe in the restraints of feeling as if there has to be an emotion for everything , a deep attachment that clings to the very surging’s of the soul and go open
Open the Pandoras box, of a place so called shame , and see who is waiting there , try the door marked locked because who knows what’s inside , try the bathwater before you step in you might get hot you might see that the mosquito bites are actually just a test to see if you can resist the stress if you can slide past the friction into the aspects of tests that eliminate the need to be greedy into each dead unto each creed
I hail from the land you call Thai , oh but there’s my Hatian side , tu parle francais? Well I wouldn’t know what to say but I’m French, my accent will tell you I could make a good brew but that’s the highland fence
What’s wrapped up in your DNA? Stories from a bygone age ,
What’s wrapped up in your psyche? Whole worlds that I can not see
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
Teacher, Teacher
you speak not french
nor any language of such
But still here you sit
and try to teach us some.
Vous ne parlez pas francais
and to you that made no sense
so on and on we shall talk
with you all the while, watching the clock.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
cold turkey time
hid the remote in the linen closet
playing
alicia keys ‘fallin’ on repeat and
she ain’t got no chance
keep on fallin’ and she can’t say anything
except répétez après moi s.v.p.
and repeat we do
baby I’m crazy
in the bed is paper and pen
when inspiration says breather time
two tongues tonguing intertwine like two two headed snakes,
spilling ink and sweaty ***** and the paper is filling up fast
sleep begging and oil offshore exploration calming explosions
love her ***** poetry
and
how she deletes every “and” in every poem we ever writ
saying
“and if, you need an ‘and, ‘
the verse is weakly unclear”
we write in perfect clarity
cannot recall where the **** remote is hid
when she complains
i lover-whisper in each ear her,
turning her body over and over again,
in case I miss an ear,
"and and and and"
retaliation,
she sticks me with pen
"taps" the top of my head
with that yellow blue lined lady pad
saying repeat after me if you please en francais
"and and and onlylovepoetry"
sunday @ 5:13am sunday 'Sunday kind of love'
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
Je veux ecriver une poème francaise
Parce que francais est le langue romantique
La France est le pays romantique
Les francais est les gens romantiques
Paris et la ville romantique
Je sais que c'est une grande cliché
Mais ce n'est pas
Paris
Je t'aime
Pour moi
C'est la France
Je t'aime
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
driving through the canyon
magic magic
winding and dipping and jolts
playing with the canyon wind and brush
while jazz softly rhymes
with the rushing noise and cricket cries
catching quick wisps of green,
we slowed down and stopped to admire
the night's eyes winking approval,
she has appreciation for our adventures,
lighting the winding dirt road,
even when it disappears into black
we offer each other questions,
would you name your children?
would you care if you died?
et puis, j'ai chante en francais,
les choses simples, mon ami, les choses simples,
oh the simple things are magic, magic
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 11:27 AM UTC
Vous serez toujours dans mon coeur.
Vous serez egalement mon port dans la tempete.
Essayant de ne pas faire trop d'erreurs,
si je le fais, sourire, t'aime mon ami.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
I sleep
sitting
speechless.
all my
sounds are
just movements
in the air.
so are theirs.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
Today Jacob invaded France
tomorrow Spain
and soon the world
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 8:50 PM UTC
Your walk was pure poetry,
you my teacher,
I your student.
"Parlez vous francais?"
"Non"
You were a total rousse, I presumed.
You'll never know how much I wanted to learn.
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
4 AM
Foreign film
Bored hunger
Dry throat.
Getting late
Parlez-vous Francais?
Chocolate craving
Sore chest.
Darkest hour
Prefer Spanish
More caffeine
Matchstick eyes.
Endless night
Travel needed
Coffee tea
Much relief.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
C'est bien de te voir mon ami, A bientôt
I liked the time we spent, when will you come and go
Comment ca va, tu est très occupé avec la vie
I come and go as you Know, but I am free
De rien, voulez-vous être mon amie
I may come to visit, lets wait and see
Prend un jour à la fois
Yes my friend day to day
Viens ici mon amour, pour un baiser
Sigh I never could resist your accent
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
I'm having trouble with
The voices in my head
While I speak simple english
They speak fluent french
So I never really know
Just what is being said
Which makes it hard to understand
The voices in my head
I never know exactly
What it is that I should say
Did I arrive at the conversation early
Or am I much to late
Either way I hate to make
The voices sit and wait
While I pull out my French-English Dictionary
And flip through every page
So now every Tuesday
Since Tuesday last
I have been preparing
By taking a French class
So I'll be at the ready
To give an answer back
In case the voices in my head
Ever feel the need to ask
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
I've been here before
I'm sure
Flickers of memories
trickle and tickle
the edges of my mind
Shouting and waiving in the distance
For now
not knowing where i am
is pleasant
I don't need to know
Diamonds sparkle
and dance with butterflies
The shouting is getting louder now
"Parle vous francais??"
What?
The diamonds now magnify the light into jagged daggers
And the butterflies fan a hurricane that slaps me in the face
"Parle vous ok?"
What?
"Are you ok?"
What?
Senses return with crashing crimson temples
What the ****
"Are you alright?
You got hit in the head with the bat
Wear the helmet next time if you wanna play catcher!"
Dust off
Helmet on
Play ball!!
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Hmm, good ***** is what all you guys want right?
Yeah, big **** and a bubble ****
Get her white girl wasted, twerk'n hard,
drunk enough so you can put it in her ***
She never had it up there before and she's
drunk enough or rollin good and strong so that
she thinks hands and ***** equal romance.
Speak a lil French or German...just a couple words
Francais or Deutch and she'll be begging for you
to fill her up with your crooked sausage right?
Yeah baby **** me good but don't
*** in me because I don't love you,
I just wanna be ******* to take my
angry thoughts away.
We all have had that one person we
really loved, but that **** fell apart,
so go ahead and pretend that it wasn't
your fault or hers or his.....
Oh man when you *** it's magnificent,
but you leave her there empty,
while you think you've given her
the best lay of her young life right?
What you don't understand is that
she wasn't in it for the *** she
wasn't letting you do what you want
because she felt good, no matter what she said.
She only wants what you want,
which is real love,
but you two are too scared
of what that really means.;
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
I Broke English
I’m trying to get better at it,
I swear I am.
I’m trying to reach my full potential,
But right now I have a fool’s potential.
It’s the only abstract thing you can break
Besides love.
And that is—
English.
My parents have broken English.
But did they have to pay for it?
Is English a vase with a price tag?
I thought that was called China for a reason?
Was English a mishandled shipment
With the label “fragile” on it?
Is English a person whose feelings have been hurt?
I thought that’s why there are therapists for him or her?
Anyways, my mom once asked me,
“How come read and read look the same?
But read and red sound the same?”
And my dad asked,
“Why is it pronounced lie-in,
Instead of lie-on?”
I always hear the saying, “I put the emphasis on the wrong syllable,”
But really, who here determines such things?
I always hear the question “Can I use the bathroom?”
Only to be hit back with “I don’t know, can you?”
Well, guess what.
May I tell you a secret?
I don’t really care, I just need to use it.
Heck, we need math to solve English.
Do we derive the root from the word?
And finally get an origin?
This plays an integral part
In our English.
People use it around the world!
Instead of hearing Bonjour! Or Hola!
We get
Hey! Hello! What’s up!
Because French isn’t universal
We don’t get to hear
“Je ne parle pas en francais”
And same for Spanish
We don’t hear
“Yo no hablo espanol”
But instead, we hear around the world
“I don’t speak very good English”
I speak
Broken
English.
Much like my broken brain
I can’t piece it together
How this dang jigsaw puzzle
Works altogether.
It’s difficult to speak in these words
Without tripping up.
Trust me it was hard to memorize,
I swear, I was all caught up
In the moment of knowing these letters.
But I didn’t take into account
The meaning of grammar—
It’s a nail that’s hard to hammer
The meaning of pronunciation—
I don’t know, can you hear my enunciation
The meaning of punctuation—
Maybe I can put an exclamation?
Or make it a question!
I finally figured out what English is.
It’s a law that I’ve broken several times
But can get away with it
Because I was born with the proper accent and the language.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
The park is full of sheep-dogs
Who have been retired for generations
A drunken bench dweller
Offers a freshly married couple
His congratulations
Mazda, le chanteur fou
Fais tres attention a les francais
Lire Balzac / franchement
Fais tres attention a la menage a trois
Slow Joe of Place Sathonay
Roadside raconteur with a previous wife
Watches the afternoon's petanque
From eyes in the wall
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
I think I'd like to recline into my mind
for a while and just speak French.
Ooh la la my pretend friends
inside my head are real again
their little voices sont parfait
here I drink tea and discuss politics
au francais and he didn't leave me,
Rachel isn't dying and it's okay.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
I'm having trouble with
The voices in my head
While I speak simple english
They speak fluent french
So I never really know
Just what is being said
Which makes it hard to understand
The voices in my head
I'm never really sure
Exactly what to say
Did I arrive here early
Or am I much to late
Either way I hate to make
The voices sit and wait
While I pull out my French-English Dictionary
And flip through every page
So now every Tuesday
Since this Tuesday last
I have been preparing
By taking a French class
So I'll be at the ready
To give an answer back
In case the voices in my head
Continue speaking French
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
mon amour,
je ne sais pas le francais,
mais je vais etudier ca pour tu.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
En Francais of course, it is
a storage place for bread.
In rural villages all over La France,
Boulanger's are ceasing to exist.
The young no longer want to work
what they see as inclement hours.
Le Coq Sportif has become lazy, so
bread is delivered to a Depot de Pain.
I lived in Lacoste en Luberon dans
la Vaucluse de Provence, sud de France.
It was the home of Le Marquis de Sade,
who lent his name to the adjective Sadism.
I often wondered, when tourists, not familiar
with French, thought when they saw "Depot de Pain".
Would that be a serendipitous symbiosis, or a
coincidental metaphor, for du Pain and Pain (hurt)?
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 5:31 AM UTC