"rapports" poems
The pollywog swims
To the edge of the basin;
Soon it shall have legs.
A bass leaps from pond,
But is not amphibian,
It lives in water.
The worm feeds on green
Foliage sprouting from soil,
Unaware of flight.
A drop of dew clings
On the underside of a
Leaf splayed like a hand.
A burgundy beam
Of sun burns the soldier ants;
The queen does not grieve.
Feet disturb some twigs;
The crackling sound rapports
All throughout the woods.
Silence gives a heed
To the bird which gathers
Brown straw for its nest.
The lilting song of
A loon rises through the murk;
A sliver of moon glows.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
Just like Eminem,
I'm not afraid to take a stand
If that is what it would take to make you
comprehend
That this adulation spawns me to be
mettlesome
I was impatient to wait for the time,so I
purchased a new watch our time has come
Been in many debauched rapports
All resulted a faux pas because I invested less
effort
Not rueful, but from this juncture I prospect
to be more perfect
I'm not afraid
To take a stand
If that is what it would take to make you
comprehend
I was improvident but I'm devising to be
provident
I was impatient but I'm outlining to be patient
I am stubborn but I'm willing to be adamant
You said I'm indelicate I'm willing to be decent
I'm not afraid
To take a stand
If that is what it would take to make you
understand
That I'm for you and only you
I'm executed from dishonesty, I take an oath
to be true
I'm not afraid
To take a stand
Even if that is what will make you understand
That I love you and only you...
Siyanda
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
L'amitié, mais entre homme et femme elle est divine !
Elle n'empêche rien, aussi bien des rapports
Nécessaires, et sous les mieux séants dehors
Abrite les secrets aimables qu'on devine.
Nous mettrions chacun du nôtre, elle est très fine,
Moi plus naïf, et bien réglés en chers efforts
Lesdits rapports dès lors si joyeux sans remords
Dans la simplesse ovine et la raison bovine.
Si le bonheur était d'ici, ce le serait !
Puis nous nous en irions sans l'ombre d'un regret.
La conscience en paix et de l'espoir plein l'âme.
Comme les bons époux d'il n'y a pas longtemps
Quand l'un et l'autre d'être heureux étaient contents,
Qui vivaient, sans le trop chanter, l'épithalame.
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Take me for a ride
Somewhere far, where spirits reside
Populated by death, yet lively at this time
A forgotten land where your soul is the guide
No more reason to hide, I see a ghastly fog in high tide
Past lives occupy this land, physical bodies cast aside
I just wanted to be free, a victim less crime
Escaped from reality, my ride booked ahead of time
I drifted from my body, to which i'm no longer assigned
No longer confined, a comfortable frame of mind.
Yet my joy is overshadowed by a shroud of malign influence
I feel emptier than I ever have before,
The spirits seem to implore for their previous rapports
What have I done? What have I left behind?
My entire world dissipated in the blink of an eye
The vitality of my identity of which I said goodbye
I now long for, death ensued my hue and cry
Had I known, I would have never set foot on that ride
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
Today I met a gun,
That left my head in spin,
Beautiful,dangerous,her description yet done,
Loaded in such egghead,her write that left me stun,
Scribbled rapports,was more than what ensued,
Potentials I've seen but in few,
Hoping to learn more, she's more than just a girl,
Today I met a gun.
Although up I knew was loaded,
Triger ready for pull,
Little poke in her grey matter,
Watch your amazement helter skelter,
Wait till you meet her,then you'll meet another brand,
Beware of the ******* layed,
Or is she a trap?
Today I met a gun.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
L'amour est à réinventer, on le sait.
‒Rimbaud
Pauvres amants
se croient pour toujours
et à jamais.
Se mêlent dans l’extase;
s’embrassent;
Claire de lune,
Beethoven et bougies.
S’enfichent de l’avenir.
Ombres pourpres
et vagues mélodies
font tomber des larmes
de tristesse, de bonheur,
d’absurdes épanouissements
qui vont hiberner
jusqu’au printemps nouveau.
Mêmes marins incessants –
travaux mutuels,
divertissements corporels,
nuls rapports d’esprit
sauf les jeux éternels
qui se jouent.
*© Lewis Bosworth,
Aix-en-Provence,
1963*
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
Today I met a gun
Today I met a gun,
That left my head in spin,
Beautiful,dangerous,her description yet done,
Loaded in such egghead,her write that left me stun,
Scribbled rapports,was more than what ensued,
Potentials I've seen but in few,
Hoping to learn more, she's more than just a girl,
Today I met a gun.
Although up I knew was loaded,
Trigger ready for pull,
Little poke in her grey matter,
Watch your amazement helter skelter,
Wait till you meet her,then you'll meet another brand,
Beware of the ******* layed,
Or is she a trap?
Today I met a gun.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
As I succumb to earthly forces
******* me slowly
Inside the vacuum of
Unlikely desires, calmly
Late evenings
Casted a spell in my lonesome
Presence, flying thoughts
Whether to go undone
Looking for common peace
Mind is under water
I am surrendering
To youthness I cater
But one snap of a finger
I am getting back
To your untarnished image
Suddenly I am back
Not the half the man
I am giving efforts
Joint movements and vision
Insanely positive rapports
I am out of this ride
I am making up for plots
Of lust and neediness
That gave me hurt and cuts
Four in the morning
Recovering sipping my cacao
Thinking of how
Karl kalabao.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC