"modernisation" poems - Hello Poetry

Adieu chère maison de mes ancêtres Cette fois ci, le sort en est jeté, Les acquéreurs improbables, les propriétaires chimériques, ont consigne la somme convenue sur les fonds du notaire. Et toi, chère maison, tu vas changer de famille et d'amours. Désormais, nos enfances envolées, ne retrouveront plus le secours, des vielles boiseries et des tapisseries centenaires, de toutes ces armoire en châtaignier et ces commodes de noyer, auxquels nous rattache encor comme un fil invisible, tant de senteurs, d'images et souvenirs fanés. Et le tic-tac mélodieux de la vieille horloge dans l'entrée du 19. Et ces mansardes, chargées d'objets hétéroclites que nous aimons tant fouiller. Quant au jardin qui aurait pu être un parc, comment oublier ses massifs de groseilliers et ses fraises des bois ? Et les plants de rhubarbe, la sauge aux grandes vertus, aux dires de grand-mère. Ainsi que les allées de marguerites, attirant les abeilles, plus **** remplacées par des rosiers blancs, roses et rouges si odorants. Cette maison de famille qui résista a tant de coups du sort, a péri des impôts et des frais d'entretien du jardin, du manque de modernisation aussi. Alors que tant de logements sans âme étaient construits. Surtout de l'âge et du départ de sa chère maîtresse, ma mère, qui y avait trop froid et ne pouvait y vivre seule. Et aussi un peu, ma franchise l'admet, du manque d'initiatives et de goût pour l'association de nous tous, de notre fratrie. Certes l'on pourra trouver bien des excuses. Les uns furent trop **** les autres manquèrent de moyens. Mais dans mon fors intérieur, Je sais que cette maison manqua surtout de notre audace et de notre courage commun a la faire vivre. Aussi notre maison de famille fut comme abandonnée a son sort par ses enfants disperses par la vie. Pauvre maison, nous n'avons su te garder; puisses-tu tomber désormais dans des mains aimantes, artistes et vertes ! Paul Arrighi

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Oct 28, 2015

Oct 28, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC

paul-daubin

Adieu chère maison de mes ancêtres ( Good Bye, dear House, of our ancestors)

Adieu chère maison de mes ancêtres Cette fois ci, le sort en est jeté, Les acquéreurs improbables, les propriétaires chimériques, ont consigne la somme convenue sur les fonds du notaire. Et toi, chère maison, tu vas changer de famille et d'amours. Désormais, nos enfances envolées, ne retrouveront plus le secours, des vielles boiseries et des tapisseries centenaires, de toutes ces armoire en châtaignier et ces commodes de noyer, auxquels nous rattache encor comme un fil invisible, tant de senteurs, d'images et souvenirs fanés. Et le tic-tac mélodieux de la vieille horloge dans l'entrée du 19. Et ces mansardes, chargées d'objets hétéroclites que nous aimons tant fouiller. Quant au jardin qui aurait pu être un parc, comment oublier ses massifs de groseilliers et ses fraises des bois ? Et les plants de rhubarbe, la sauge aux grandes vertus, aux dires de grand-mère. Ainsi que les allées de marguerites, attirant les abeilles, plus **** remplacées par des rosiers blancs, roses et rouges si odorants. Cette maison de famille qui résista a tant de coups du sort, a péri des impôts et des frais d'entretien du jardin, du manque de modernisation aussi. Alors que tant de logements sans âme étaient construits. Surtout de l'âge et du départ de sa chère maîtresse, ma mère, qui y avait trop froid et ne pouvait y vivre seule. Et aussi un peu, ma franchise l'admet, du manque d'initiatives et de goût pour l'association de nous tous, de notre fratrie. Certes l'on pourra trouver bien des excuses. Les uns furent trop **** les autres manquèrent de moyens. Mais dans mon fors intérieur, Je sais que cette maison manqua surtout de notre audace et de notre courage commun a la faire vivre. Aussi notre maison de famille fut comme abandonnée a son sort par ses enfants disperses par la vie. Pauvre maison, nous n'avons su te garder; puisses-tu tomber désormais dans des mains aimantes, artistes et vertes ! Paul Arrighi

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Factoring in and tendering out.. What the hell are those things about? I'm afraid I am lost in the costing and routeing and..what is the price from Balham to Tooting? But when time's out of sync As it usually is when I've had me a drink Or I'm pie eyed on the dope. What's left is no hope There is no way I can work..I might as well sleep.. ..and hope time will keep its hands to itself. But all joking aside with this modernisation there is nowhere to hide From the tide Or from time.

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Jun 19, 2012

Jun 19, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Everything moves

Factoring in and tendering out.. What the hell are those things about? I'm afraid I am lost in the costing and routeing and..what is the price from Balham to Tooting? But when time's out of sync As it usually is when I've had me a drink Or I'm pie eyed on the dope. What's left is no hope There is no way I can work..I might as well sleep.. ..and hope time will keep its hands to itself. But all joking aside with this modernisation there is nowhere to hide From the tide Or from time.

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Ok. Before I go over the edge. Remember bed is over there. Ok No what does modernisation really mean? Can you utter a cause or a singlular theme? Can you correspond with the elite While they travail the armpit of luck with money compete? Is the totality of all modern hope Just a pinch and a ***** At the mechanism that moves us forward? Thought defunct. Or really? Is it completely Debunked? Have the affluent articulate contrived in their lair? An image of hope that's been thought to declare Constant reward At the expense of a few Whilst we stand in line waiting. The snakes not the devil, it's the queue. Heaping on heartbreak The causeless remiss Seeking new nerves Challenges this

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC

sputter-outlaw

4am Mind Session

Ok. Before I go over the edge. Remember bed is over there. Ok No what does modernisation really mean? Can you utter a cause or a singlular theme? Can you correspond with the elite While they travail the armpit of luck with money compete? Is the totality of all modern hope Just a pinch and a ***** At the mechanism that moves us forward? Thought defunct. Or really? Is it completely Debunked? Have the affluent articulate contrived in their lair? An image of hope that's been thought to declare Constant reward At the expense of a few Whilst we stand in line waiting. The snakes not the devil, it's the queue. Heaping on heartbreak The causeless remiss Seeking new nerves Challenges this

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We are us Who are we? We are the waters that create the seas No need for modernisation Civilisation oversees United on the same path Individually rare roads Through bushes and gravels We are the history that begins We are the heard of new ideas, That showers from forebears To conquer now nature declares Born with flares All of us,all of us all of us we are one Stumbling in failures Triumphs directly delivers We soon to stand like creepers, Brothers and sisters Learners to teachers and doctors We are us Or morning from dawn Bravery at spawn Flexible tongues to questions Scary responses for answers Who knows who are we We are us, we are us We are the Youths Written by Kabelo Mthembu

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Nov 9, 2015

Nov 9, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC

kabelo-mthembu

We Are US

We are us Who are we? We are the waters that create the seas No need for modernisation Civilisation oversees United on the same path Individually rare roads Through bushes and gravels We are the history that begins We are the heard of new ideas, That showers from forebears To conquer now nature declares Born with flares All of us,all of us all of us we are one Stumbling in failures Triumphs directly delivers We soon to stand like creepers, Brothers and sisters Learners to teachers and doctors We are us Or morning from dawn Bravery at spawn Flexible tongues to questions Scary responses for answers Who knows who are we We are us, we are us We are the Youths Written by Kabelo Mthembu

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One estate at Purfleet for sale Enquiries to be made by mail. One male occupant of late Sense of style, out of date. Place in need of modernisation Windows broken, condensation. Estate contains some twenty acres Recent reports of troublemakers. The grounds contain a chapel or church Surrounded by ash, oak and birch. Perimeters are newly gated Grounds inside are consecrated.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC

polar

Vampire in need of home

One estate at Purfleet for sale Enquiries to be made by mail. One male occupant of late Sense of style, out of date. Place in need of modernisation Windows broken, condensation. Estate contains some twenty acres Recent reports of troublemakers. The grounds contain a chapel or church Surrounded by ash, oak and birch. Perimeters are newly gated Grounds inside are consecrated.

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The later called the first, "early men" When the future settled on the moon, And the sky was a city The divine incarnated, And the earthlings become, Angels and demons Waving swords and shields They soaked the dust with blood And with each sun Sparked a fire, On the snowy mountain The low man laid in a rubble And the celestial dined on the stars Watching fireworks on a New Year's Drunk on wine by their cushions This they called, "civilisation," And "modernisation," Was it? And I a robot, In this dump on Saturn, That watched it all, Before, I was junked

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Apr 29, 2017

Apr 29, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC

kayanja-ronald-edwin

The tale of men

The later called the first, "early men" When the future settled on the moon, And the sky was a city The divine incarnated, And the earthlings become, Angels and demons Waving swords and shields They soaked the dust with blood And with each sun Sparked a fire, On the snowy mountain The low man laid in a rubble And the celestial dined on the stars Watching fireworks on a New Year's Drunk on wine by their cushions This they called, "civilisation," And "modernisation," Was it? And I a robot, In this dump on Saturn, That watched it all, Before, I was junked

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