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Fi Oct 2022
Les sentiments qui nagent dans ma tête
Après t’avoir regardé dans les yeux
(Quand je me sens capable de ce fait) -
Remplissent mon cœur de fébrilité

Trop exposant pour s’exprimer dans ma langue maternelle.  

Mes choix de mots et les expressions enfantines
Reflètent mes sentiments -

Maladroits mais purs;
Nerveux mais calmes.
Sécurité et vulnérabilité entrelacées
comme nos mains

——

The feelings that swim in my head
After I meet your gaze
(When I feel capable of doing so) -
Fill my heart with restless excitement

Too exposing to express in my native tongue.

My choice of words and childlike expression
Mirror my emotions -

Awkward but pure;
Nervous but calm.
Security and vulnerability interlaced
Like our hands.
A poem I wrote about a girl that makes me feel a lot of feelings that I felt too awkward to write in my native language of English, so it’s written in bad French instead.
Fable VIII, Livre IV.


Pour complaire aux goûts innocents
Des grands et des petits enfants,
De pauvres baladins allaient de foire en foire,
Représentant les faits les plus intéressants
Ou de la fable ou de l'histoire.
Ressuscitant les vieux héros
De l'Italie et de la Grèce,
Casque en tête, cuirasse au dos,
Epée au poing, c'est en champ clos
Qu'ils faisaient briller leur adresse.
Or, un beau jour (et, cette fois,
On avait mis la scène en France),
Sous les murs d'Orléans , et, pour leur délivrance,
Contre Jean Chandos, Jean Dunois
Devait combattre à toute outrance.
Sous le fer du Français, notez bien ce point-ci,
Le Breton, dans cette aventure,
Devait mourir ; mais, Dieu merci,
Mourir sans une égratignure.
Il en advint tout autrement,
Au détriment du pauvre sire,
Qui fut estropié très sérieusement,
Au lieu d'être tué pour rire.
- Et que fit le public ? - Le public ? il siffla
Et le vainqueur et sa prouesse.
J'aurais fait comme lui si j'avais été là.
Dans un jeu, mes amis, quelle qu'en soit l'espèce,
Jeu d'esprit, jeu de main, retenez bien cela,
On doit siffler celui qui blesse.
chimaera Aug 2016
ma voix s'étrangle.

les eus toujours,
les crayons de couleurs,
maladroite
en matière de dessin.

carrefour.
quelle sortie prendre?

la mer.
le silence m'apprivoise.

les cris des oiseaux de mer.

mes crayons de couleurs,
maladroits.

~~~
(Translation...)

strangled voice, mine.

always had them,
the colouring pencils,
unskilful
in drawing.

crossroads.
wich way to follow?

the sea.
silence takes hold of me.

the seagulls cry.

my colouring pencils,
unskilful.
05.08.2016
[In Greek mythology, Hesperus is the Evening Star, the planet Venus in the evening. (In en.m.wikipedia.org)]
Yenson Jun 2020
Pity the plights of the wreckers
lame descenders tied in ***** and chains
restless in the woes of mediocrity inherent
their's is to sweep up the crumbs after the gentiles
lost minds on bottom rungs bemoaning owned short strays
morose in envy and cloaked in inadequacies they squirm in miseries
so a-wrecking the gifted & blackening the shine is worthless pleasure
for the wounded feral dogs only sees enemies as they snarl in pain
to have less is to care less for what is there to matter much
give us the pick axes and the pitch-forks & off we go
we can but seek solace in causing damages
for we cannot have why should you
the age old mantras of the serfs
the blinding religion of the wrecking crews
ingested bitter doctrines of the below average
the vengeance of the pitiful nonentities in pains
we can't all have gold so gold mining is banned
hail the wreckers, hail the feral dogs with rabies
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.

A peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.

Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule !
Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid !
L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait !

Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer ;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.
Yenson Dec 2021
So the hi-jacking of the unionized Dum Dum Chavs
became a fish-bone stuck in cheap teas drenched throats
and their asinine anchors broke and sunk without trace
and their demoralizing dirges become the jokes of the day
and their taunts and tormenting parades the idiocy of fools
and their street theatres demonstrates how stupidity works
and their seed planting shows inferiors are seeded to be inferiors
for they cannot read the lay of the land much less understand
the theories of germination
and our soft cell cowards and nounces in snowflakes rags
hide in their caves of Omni shambles with their small penises' mates
red faced and supremely useless
crying revolutionary song ' they have been overcome '
all these not in a Banana Republic but in the mother of democracy
and we laugh and laugh and laugh
this is the tale of the maladroits' maladjusted and mala-nothings
hahaha hahaha hahaha
King Charles III.....
"When I ride through the streets and see, you know, the Common Man staring at me, I'm struck by how little I know of his life, and how little he knows of mine.".
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
I’m a maladroit young gal.

Did you just search what that means?

It means I’m clumsy. I mean, look at how my rhymes go all flimsy.

Words stacked together, never just in twos or threes.

Just a bottle of broken glass that was never meant to be.

That’s me.

That is my beauty.

So although the dictionary and society be judging all the maladroits out there

We don’t care.

Let us sip our teas as they cry in despair.

Cause they can only wish they were as cool as us -

Real as us -

Free as us.

Everyone seems to be faking it, really.

That’s why I’d rather be maladroit:

Maladroit and happy.
Here’s to all the maladroits out there. You are not alone. 🥂
Yenson May 2020
I will not attend The Stealers Ball
even if Venus is there with Botticelli's maidens
all in sheer chiffon and the flimsiest of satin and silk
with gilt-edged invitations to dances in scented gardens at dusk

I will not come to the discuss of knaves
though the best tales and most colorful reveals
festooned barbs and tomes in mendacious lyrical myths
are spouted by miscreants and rapscallion in odious delight

I will not imbue Bacchus's finest brews
from opulent vineyards fertilized in blood & sweat
the ripen fruits on stained grapevines in chalky's domain
where moors are furrowed ploughed & scattered for masters tables

I will not be entertained by magical displays
the sleight of minds and the rats in toppers and tails
hood-winkers wares arrayed ingloriously in snow white cloaks
peddling to the sightless wringing communal applause in dungeons

I am not engaged with the whimsical maladroits
stages are theirs as are the drama in Le Cimetière des arlequins
where the walking ghosts in ghastly laments barter fares for Hades
I will not fall or sink neither will I fear for I have no blood on my hands
PROLOGUE D'UN LIVRE DONT IL NE PARAITRA

QUE LES EXTRAITS CI-APRÈS.


Ce n'est pas de ces dieux foudroyés.

Ce n'est pas encore une infortune

Poétique autant qu'inopportune,

Lecteur de bon sens, ne fuyez !


On sait trop tout le prix du malheur

Pour le perdre en disert gaspillage.

Vous n'aurez ni mes traits ni mon âge,

Ni le vrai mal secret de mon cœur.


Et de ce que ces vers maladifs

Furent faits en prison, pour tout dire,

On ne va pas crier au martyre.

Que Dieu vous garde des expansifs !


On vous donne un livre fait ainsi.

Prenez-le pour ce qu'il vaut en somme.

C'est l'ægri somnium d'un brave homme

Étonné de se trouver ici.


On y met, avec la « bonne foy »,

L'orthographe à peu près qu'on possède

Regrettant de n'avoir à son aide

Que ce prestige d'être bien soi.


Vous lirez ce libelle tel quel,

Tout ainsi que vous feriez d'un autre.

Ce vœu bien modeste est le seul nôtre.

N'étant guère après tout criminel.


Un mot encor, car je vous dois

Quelque lueur en définitive

Concernant la chose qui m'arrive :

Je compte parmi les maladroits.


J'ai perdu ma vie, et je sais bien

Que tout blâme sur moi s'en va fondre ;

A cela je ne puis que répondre

Que je suis vraiment né Saturnien.
Yenson Jul 2020
My inner values were not bought
from the market of the vagaries emporiums

nor were they collected free
from the pick and mix bargain bucket

they did not come from
the follow the crowd parade of just like mine

neither were they stolen from
the wiles of gaudy pretentious charlatans and fakes
who deceive to deprive while hawking bales of counterfeits

my inner values are made by me for me
with tools handed down from revered ancestors
who give life, sweat and blood to acquire the strength
wisdom and knowledge in learning the sources of edifying truth

In my hearts hides no guilt's or doubts
rather the forge of endeavors and inspired reaches
the graces of providence and the wit of the good pilgrims
birth in the inspiration to know you search to find with virtue

There are no misappropriations about my vicinity
I hide nowts or bodies buried anywhere or secrets to dread
in full legality I fare with no shame or rancor malice or disgrace
so my inner values beholds me unshakably and defies the hell of
the evil maladroits & the vengeance of reprobates & envious knaves

Your songs of doom comes from your dark
damaged hearts to your dark damaged hearts wherein it burns
Is it not said that you reap what you sow,
Yenson Jul 2022
Fixated dross entranced
floating maladroits' delusions
vacuous visions in arousals
fantasizing present stupors
stunted senses in disarray  
excitable dimness
foraging insignificance

Veracity exclusion zones programed
finding solace in asinine malaise
puerile aroma
reeking in hooligans rank lairs
dives and caves opened
damaged felons
in cuddled spite
the woes of misspent lives

From birth
creepers and crawlers
creped and crawled in lacking grace
dripping in muck from the cesspool
to become
bottom feeders destined cannon fodders
matched with *******
jiving vibes with no veracity
the dance of minions
bang wallop see you later
in essence easily replaced by a vibro
the come easy go easy
just give the baby
welfare will do the rest

Dopes musings flow
in ambiversion.
ignorance flourish ingloriously
in perpetuity
rooted in custom
and tradition
streert vendors
hawking bile
the panacea of the
discontent and disgruntled
Pen's river runs
barrier to the inferiors
the wound is open and raw
Yenson Oct 2020
Soft like the finest silk
from way afar in Cathay
smooth like the purest milk
iridescent in ebony lustre radiance
a beguiling all encompassing cover
that blesses organs finely tuned and talent

So in sublime grace
tis nowt but surprising to find
it's thick skinned and tough as hide
impervious to vicissitudes of trench mouths
and the jaundiced orators and scribes maladroits
for when mental apoplexy strikes tis known that reasoning flees

A common concerns of muzhiks
trollied on fermented brains in gutless sacks
barking and yapping absurdities of soured incantations
bewitched in the coven of tainted echoes of the mindless throngs
who beg acceptance in puddles to bathe and be glaze as neon slaves
for tis better to honk as pigs an be a flying monkey than just a nobody

And yet in fatuous fare the ****** and prods of herds and sheep baa'd
diluting rancid mead to drink in selves stuporific delight
as a fish angled in nets leans on fellow fish in same net
theirs is to do and do and do again and again
show me the drunk that knows he's drunk
no, you only see sobriety fall on his face
Tis the way of this class of people
for to the unrefined towns mob
mindless excesses is a way
of unrewarding life
for where do the
talentless go
and what
do they
do

but....

— The End —