"stade" poems
Let us insert one crying rose into the sizzling muzzle of your gun
Tonight, please extinguish your flame of hatred and put down your gun
Let us insert one crying rose into the sizzling muzzle
Soon, the fragmented pieces will be reunited by the love of the flower
We, stand up from our crying, are the people still be living in this world
Morning, we visit our dear ones’ grave yard
Together, we will enjoy a moment of bird singing and a sweet potpourri
Before leaving, retrieve a smiling rose from the tree next to their sleeping bed
Pin it high on our chest
From now on, WE WILL
Cherish our life as every sunrise is the last day
Each day decorate restaurant of Le Petit Cambodge with tons of fresh red roses
Under the swaying crystal chandelier celebrate the night in smiles
On Boulevard Voltaire, watch the leaves of London Plane rustling in the wind
Dance and swirl with the happy melodies wafting from the Bataclan Concert Hall
Listen carefully, the singing of “La Marseillaise”can be heard far away from “Stade De France”
Let us, all the world, join it and sing it high with our heart
Tonight, please extinguish your flame of hatred and put down your gun
Whether or not you use your gun to take away our life
You will NERVER take away the LOVE for the world from us
No Matter we are alive or deceased, the world will love us forever
In love, we are with this world, no regret and no fear
FOREVER
Tonight, please extinguish your flame of hatred and put down your gun
Are you willing, give us your hand, let us all embrace this world
You will walk into LOVE
At this human world
It could be a world without countries, nationalities and religions
Only have red flower, green grass, blue sky, fizzing breeze
And
Endless Endless LOVE
Ever and Forever
…
…
To Dear Paris from California USA
11/17/2015
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
I am here to write these simple words
to let you know I've tried.
But your daughter who cut her wrists so deep is broken now she died
Blood kept slipping out as she wanted to slip free
But don't worry now I have the answer
To why she fought to be free
She said her basterd father and wore mother
Made her feel like ****
She stade up one night and lost her fight
with a smile on her face
She cut her wrists in painful bliss
I am the doctrine that she wrote to her friend and family
She told me to let you know
She hopes you rot and die
You tuck away her smile
and broke her shattered heart
so go to hell and I would say I wish you well
but that would be a lie
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Tonight, please extinguish your flame of hatred and put down your gun
Let us insert one crying rose into the sizzling muzzle
Soon, the fragmented pieces will be reunited by the love of the flower
We, stand up from our crying, are the people still be living in this world
Morning, we visit our dear ones’ grave yard
Together, we will enjoy a moment of bird singing and a sweet potpourri
Before leaving, retrieve a smiling rose from the tree next to their sleeping bed
Pin it high on our chest
From now on, WE WILL
Cherish our life as every sunrise is the last day
Each day decorate restaurant of Le Petit Cambodge with tons of fresh red roses
Under the swaying crystal chandelier celebrate the night in smiles
On Boulevard Voltaire, watch the leaves of London Plane rustling in the wind
Dance and swirl with the happy melodies wafting from the Bataclan Concert Hall
Listen carefully, the singing of “La Marseillaise”can be heard far away from “Stade De France”
Let us, all the world, join it and sing it high with our heart
Tonight, please extinguish your flame of hatred and put down your gun
Whether or not you use your gun to take away our life
You will NERVER take away the LOVE for the world from us
No Matter we are alive or deceased, the world will love us forever
In love, we are with this world, no regret and no fear
FOREVER
Tonight, please extinguish your flame of hatred and put down your gun
Are you willing, give us your hand, let us all embrace this world
You will walk into LOVE
At this human world
It could be a world without countries, nationalities and religions
Only have red flower, green grass, blue sky, fizzing breeze
And
Endless Endless LOVE
Ever and Forever
…
…
To Dear Paris from California USA
11/17/2015
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Paris
The city of love.
A city so beautiful, so elegant and classy, filled with history and such a rich culture that it is impossible to take it all in on your first visit.
This city is the destination for many tourists all year round, and rightfully so. There's something for everyone to enjoy.
But how to spend a night in Paris?
Why not enjoy a nice cup of coffee in one of the many cafés around the city? Or perhaps you would enjoy a glass of wine, while listening to some jazz or piano music?
Speaking of music, why not go to a concert in one of the many venues scattered around the city? Maybe you'd like to listen to some jazz. Maybe you have a taste for an orchestra. Maybe you're even in the mood for some rock music. Paris has got you covered.
Or maybe you're a sports fan, and you'd like to go to a football match.
France is known for its very competitive football league, and Paris is home for the world famous Paris Saint Germain. Why not attend a match at the Stade de France?
But if what you like is ****** explosion and a round of bullets, well, look no further. Paris is the place for you!
Enjoy a thrilling terrorist siege at a concert venue, where bombs and automatic rifles are the main attraction. Make your way through lifeless bodies as you desperately try to find the exit. You can even be taken hostage, if you like!
You say you like suicide bombings? Experience one first hand as you fall to the ground and cover yourself from the debris. You might even get wounded for an added sense of adventure.
So come down to Paris.
We've got everything for you.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
(A repost of an older poem, SILENCE, this time in french.
Please scroll down lower for the .english version...)
je
sentir
vous
tous
sur moi,
et encore, vous
un r e nulle part
n e r. C'est l'
q u i e u t d e que
b r i n g s à l'esprit tout
il est à propos de vous. vous
s'animer si je regarde vers le haut
le plafond, ou directement à travers
t h e murs, je ferme les yeux et je
vous trouverez toujours là. À ce stade, pas
la moindre s o u n d pourrait briser
le flux des souvenirs, ni ne pouvait distraire
la sérénité que j'ai toujours connu quand je suis seul,
pour, c'est dans le silence, que je vous trouve plus proche de moi ...
(Publié 1997)
Sally
Droits d'auteur 2014
Rosalia Rosario A.Bayan
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SILENCE...
I
feel
you all
over me,
and yet, you
a r e nowhere
n e a r. It is the
q u i e t u d e that
b r i n g s to mind all
there is about you. You
come alive whether I look up
the ceiling, or straight through
t h e walls, I close my eyes, a n d
I still find you there. At this p o i n t,
even the slightest sound couldn't shatter
the flow of m e m o r i e s, nor could it distract
the serenity I have always known when I'm alone,
for, it is in S I L E N C E that I find you closest to me...
(Published 1997)
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A.Bayan
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC