"peugeot" poems
There's a story untold,
and that is, my dad has a heart of gold.
I promise you, I'll take care of you when you grow old.
Like how you took care of me, when I'm three years old.
He holds hammer, he likes gun,
and he will do anything for his loved one.
I'm so happy,
cause to have you as my dad?
I'm very lucky.
Peugeot, Porsche, Lexus, Ford.
You deserve more, more than adored.
With you, my life will be explored,
Without you, it will be uncolored.
"The greatest gift I ever had, came from God, and I call him dad."
I love you Daddy,
You never let me feel unhappy,
because you always do your duty,
and that is making me feel "Life is easy."
Dad, you're my superhero.
You know how to keep me out of sorrow.
With you, there's a beautiful tomorrow.
And with you, I glow.
I love you Daddy.....
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
One deep breath away
from the start of another day,
Begin,
moving on with a spring in my step
pat the pet cat
feed the budgerigar
turn the key in the car,
so much for the spring in my step!
got go get from here to there
pollution in the air,
but I'm seated in a Peugeot
and that's the way to go.
I'm feeling slinky
it must be the dress which
I admit
rather suits me
rather *****
on the count of three I am
no longer me.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 5:00 AM UTC
I’m twenty years old, I wanna get caked up
You’re twenty years old, but all you want is to get coked up,
Live it how you want it, I won’t judge
And you’re a happy girl
As long as you’re fed, admired, and taken to interesting places
But anyone could do that for you,
I want to know why you’re with me.
It’s a pretty chilled afternoon, cloudless skies
And the sea is so blue
As blue as lapis lazuli,
You’re on the hammock reading War and Peace
I’m learning how to clean a shotgun
My father’s working on the Peugeot
There’s wet air coming in from the sea,
He’s hoping the salt hasn't started rusting the chrome
You’re hoping you’ll finish that book in one lifetime
I’m hoping you can stay here a few more days.
This
This is our life right now
We could all be roped up, tied up, and dead tomorrow
But this
This is our life right now.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
I
On the canvas of the sky
Tow figures had been executed:
A rugged boat coming to a halt,
By several dunes of salt
(A verse looming
In the folds of haste
And the sameness of waste).
II
Like the seeds of pine
Tearing a tree line,
Dried, black grains of rain
Riddled our “Peugeot"
Sailing like a flow
Of camels - on the asphalt.
III
In “Peugeots" and grace an expert,
Not in camels & the desert
Where the night no dune can avert,
For it falls at once like a curtain.
© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUNISIA, July 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
Im drowning in
thoughts of you
Where the sky is
baby blue and we
don't know where
we're going but yet
we act as if we have
a clue. Thoughts of
you kissing me in
your old peugeot car.
Where the seats are
dusty and the car is
rusty. Thoughts of
you holding me in
your arms while we
drink red wine from
twisted vines. I don't
mind sitting here all
day drowning in the
thoughts of you .
Because I can feel
your love wrapping
itself like old forest tree
roots around this heart
of mine that beats all day
long only for you ~
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC