"reves" poems
Nous etions, en cet instant, prisonniers du bonheur.
Heritiers de cette douce mais, o combien lourde, ferveur
Brulant sous cette peau vernie de sueur, de sable et de sel,
Portes, en princes sous les ficelles des tisseuses de ciel.
Nous regardions le gris a nous ecorcher les yeux,
Aimant de la passion infidele du zenith bleu
Le vide encombrant de nos plus incroyables espoirs
Et le remou sans debut ni fin de nouvelles memoires.
Nous les connaissions, ces esprits, vagabonds des mers
Chassant, au milieu des vagues ces humeurs incidencieres,
Celles la meme qui jadis se prenommaient “reves d’enfance”
Et qui depuis de sont transformes en dependence.
Nous les connaissions, et meme si la nature de ce lien
M’est masque par un sacerdoce qui ne sera jamais mien,
Elle me dicte toujours chaque contour de leur lames grises
Qui de cet air sec et fier sont tragiquement eprises
Nous etions, en cet instant prisonniers de beaute,
Celle la meme qui voit nos poumons dechiquetes
A vouloir engouffrer ce monde entier sous nos pores
Que demain a travers ces lettres je puisse a nouveau le voir.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Je suis tres fatigue. Je veux dormir. Où est le lit? J'aime sommeil. Je vais a ma chambre. Je n'aime pas travailler. Je veux ai fermé mes yeux et serais reves. Bonne nuit, au revoir.
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
There are no stars in the city.
The street lights are bright like the bright lights illuminating the night as the steady stream of cars pass by.
Steady like dreams.
Dreams are the wishes cast from the deepest window of your soul left ajar,
The kind of wish one would never dream to admit upon a star.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC
The Little Skiff Slips through the water, following Swamp Trails.
Soft Light of a Bayou Moon in the Mist, on right the splash of Gator Tail
As it hunts in the Moonlight, Twinkle of Neon Blares through the reeds,
From a Swamp bar Southeast of Lake Charles, Fiddle and Wash board,
Scrap , over Sweet Chords of Accordian Tunes drifting in the mist, As a
Patron of the Bar stirs coals on the bonfire, Drunken Guests Cut a Rug
On rolled out linoleum, Et Toi a Night of Bon temp Roulle on the Bayou
Inside the door, for some Cat fish and Red Beans & Rice with a cold brew
The Old Juke Box Plays Aaron Nevilles "If Tear Drops were Diamonds"
As the Band takes a Break, fiddle laying at Bars end Winks in Orange
To the flash of the Beer Sign, Uncle Solacess Raises his glass to the Moon
A high toast to La lune ete Amour de Coure, A Drunken Fight breaks out
Old Family issues, the contenders hugging and laughing over fresh Beers
As I Stumble out the door, just as the Zydeco strikes up I crank up the skiff
As I float into the fog, Bon Temp Roulle under Bayou Pale Moonlight
C'est bien de te voir, A bientot Au Revoir Bonne Nuit et Beau Reves....
.................................................................JMF 10/114
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
En un mundo de cristal que no puede ser roto,
Monstruos muestran amor y
el heroe consigue enfermo.
El mundo al reves y
comio un arco de iris,
El predicador pidió por una Dos Equis.
Fui buscando por algo que
no puedo recordar,
Pero yo se que es algo que
nunca yo he visto.
En mi camino un hombre viejo
me detuvo,
y dijo,
HIJO. Ven conmigo!
Asi, yo fui.
Todavia no puedo recordar,
Algo sobre los duraznos en las playas,
o tal vez eran papayas,
Pero nos encontramos un fuego
que nos mantuvo frio.
Durante el noche el sol
herido mis ojos,
y a la vez yo recordé todo
que yo sabe.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Il est difficile de dire adieu
Lorsqu'on veut rester
Le temps passe
Les souvenirs s'estompent
Les gens nous quittent
Les sentiments changent
Mais le coeur n'oublie jamais
Passer à autres choses
Ne se fait pas en un jour
En quoi ça peut m'aider
À vous dire vrai
Je vois son visage
À chaque fois
Que je ferme les yeux
Que je me reveille en larmes
Parce qu'il n'est pas là
J’ai comme les idees embrouillés
Les reves et les espoirs brisés
Les yeux embués
Les poings serrés
Les jambes paralysées
Le coeur brisé
J’ai tente de t’oublier
Un bon nombre de fois
Et je n’y suis jamais arrive
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
I adore you,
But I don't know what you're about.
I dream of you,
Bon reves, cheri.
When you asked me,
A glimmer of relief.
Exactly what I was talking about;
I thought it might be a cruel hoax.
I fell so hard,
You knocked me down.
The forbidden romance,
Tender sentiments hidden all around.
He made me smile.
A tired life, now shaken.
No longer in denial,
We've had our run.
A vulnerable heart lies broken.
I can't believe it's true.
Is there nothing unspoken?
In three frantic words, I've lost you.
I can't quite see right now,
But I'm compelled to write.
I lie down, and feel you pull me,
Into the deepest, darkest night.
You draw me in,
Everything leads to you.
I breathe, (breathing begins)
I still miss you.
You turned.
A summer lost,
A winter learned.
At what cost?
Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
han pasado
3 meses
3 semanas
2 dias
y 5 horas;
han pasado
4 manos,
2 bocas,
400 y 12 huesos.
Han pasado,
y nada de eso
se ha quedado
en mi,
como los
6 meses,
1 semana,
un dia,
y 12 horas;
como tus
10 dedos,
2 ojos,
30 y 2 dientes,
y tus
2 botas.
han pasado,
y yo sigo
contando,
al reves,
y sin querer,
cuento aun contigo.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
I feel a way I have not felt
In a very long time,
If ever.
Some inner peace has found me,
And this is a feeling I cannot
Sever.
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 12:43 AM UTC
War , war ,war !
what victims staring high that you dull!
hand and arm bind apart .
having their red liquid only for drink.
with horrid flowing hole to witness ,
the arrogance of your hellish decorum .
Oh blood ,blood ,blood !
precious blood of innocent victims .
ever behead beknelt .
what memory have thee of the barbarism of iron?
thy torrid smile but felt not by thy heart.
reminds us with thy paled face forever .
what question dost thou deem ask thy Creator ?
lamented innocent with torpid vandalized bowel.
so eclipsed thy foot path ever .
that cant only rove in deep horrid river of blood .
with the consternation crisped broken heart.
men cant only rage upon the calvary .
remember thee of that gilt head but perverse now, red of dolor,
hanged upon golden sword with dark teeth of disdain.
oh, yes he was ,brother shining with sage and grit .
reves that can now caress and thank the fatality .
dear brethren dulled for ever .
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC