"valu" poems
Madrid, princesse des Espagnes,
Il court par tes mille campagnes
Bien des yeux bleus, bien des yeux noirs.
La blanche ville aux sérénades,
Il passe par tes promenades
Bien des petits pieds tous les soirs.
Madrid, quand tes taureaux bondissent,
Bien des mains blanches applaudissent,
Bien des écharpes sont en jeux.
Par tes belles nuits étoilées,
Bien des senoras long voilées
Descendent tes escaliers bleus.
Madrid, Madrid, moi, je me raille
De tes dames à fine taille
Qui chaussent l'escarpin étroit ;
Car j'en sais une par le monde
Que jamais ni brune ni blonde
N'ont valu le bout de son doigt !
J'en sais une, et certes la duègne
Qui la surveille et qui la peigne
N'ouvre sa fenêtre qu'à moi ;
Certes, qui veut qu'on le redresse,
N'a qu'à l'approcher à la messe,
Fût-ce l'archevêque ou le roi.
Car c'est ma princesse andalouse !
Mon amoureuse ! ma jalouse !
Ma belle veuve au long réseau !
C'est un vrai démon ! c'est un ange !
Elle est jaune, comme une orange,
Elle est vive comme un oiseau !
Oh ! quand sur ma bouche idolâtre
Elle se pâme, la folâtre,
Il faut voir, dans nos grands combats,
Ce corps si souple et si fragile,
Ainsi qu'une couleuvre agile,
Fuir et glisser entre mes bras !
Or si d'aventure on s'enquête
Qui m'a valu telle conquête,
C'est l'allure de mon cheval,
Un compliment sur sa mantille,
Puis des bonbons à la vanille
Par un beau soir de carnaval.
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I have value.
I am valuable.
Somewhere between when we first met, and when you first kissed me, I questioned my net worth
I have value
I am valu....
Able to decipher between the lines of your pleas and needs
I want to satisfy you.
I want to be the reason that you are content.
When you talk about what makes you happy,
I want to be one of the items that comes quickly to mind.
No hesitation
No thought
My name.
Comes out of your lips
Like fluid
Lips that I’ve kissed and bit and thought about kissing and wanted to kiss
Lips malleable between mine
I have value
I am valuable.
Begging you to let me into the sinuses of your heart and mind.
Begging you to let me into the places which you seek to hide
Wanting to know you completely.
I am not God.
Wanting to know your every thought and anticipate your every want or need
I am not God.
Even as I write this, I wonder what you’ll think
I wonder if I can create the image that I see in my mind in yours
I wonder if what we have is like inception
At first you think it’s one thing, but then you’re left unsure about all you thought you were sure about
I think the reason people have had a hard time getting to know me is because
I don’t even know me.
Who is _______
What makes up my core
I don’t know.
I think I’ve just been living in a shell
Afraid to venture out
Or not feeling equipped or ready to undertake this thing called life
I don’t want to hurt you
I don’t want to disappoint you.
These are things that I should be saying to God.
Somewhere along the lines of time
I have made you a.....
I am valuable
I have value
I began this piece
Hoping to be able to express what I am feeling
The heaviness of my heart
And anxiety weighing on my mind.
I have failed.
I wanted to become immersed in my emotions so when I arose I would be ok.
I am not.
I think I want you to like me so badly.
I’ve lost my value.
I’ve lost sight* of my value
I have value
I am available
Sometimes our subconscious types the things we suppress
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
I sighed and stared at a distraction --
the ceiling, while one
brought me tea, I confessed
to thoughts that ran
the gamut "and time
is limited." The girls gently
cooed, and tattooed
Alaska
with respect and an app-
reciation for the most valu-
able tears of pride.
The message was pithy and concise
just like me
a few months prior, before
a God-given resource that grew
together, into
heavy-duty materialism
provided for the family. God gives us
time to choose how
to waste it. He doesn't like
to seem so much more enlightened
than the rest of us but
He talked about respect
for nature, and was adamant about using
every part of any children with special needs.
As my mom had warned me years before,
I wasn't listening. I remembered the
Old Testament story of
"There's nothing alive in there."
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
The landlord told us never to go on the roof.
We take to borrowing others, tiptoes clanging on steel and iron
My knees rubbing gravel and asphalt.
We finish the wine and **** three stories up.
Most days we sit curled on broken patio chairs
Cigarette to split
No, I want my own.
Unspoken fourth neighbor snoresputtercoughsnortsneezes from the corner.
**** you, Chaz.
We didn't come, by pick up truck and bicycle, to live above crackheads again.
I could smell it, those May mornings.
Misha, always sick, he said.
He was.
You were always the Junction.
Where
drunken promises
sober **** ups
idle hope
came and met ****** up ugly only to straighten out again.
Destined Final Resting Place of my last drops of liquor.
In a way it could never amount to more than that.
A wasteland we did nothing but lay waste to.
Avery taught me how to french inhale sitting on the hood of her 74' Ford something or other.
Fishnets Valu Village miniskirt, lakeside cold
Her zippo lighter roman candle flash bright.
Didn't I steal that?
Didn't I, one winter darkened morning, rifle through your jeans for TTC fare and a fiver for an Egg McMuffin?
Who can remember.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
Aoa oinka; UA and black, but Manasés,
Manasés and I pae-pae Sinasina pipi tilotilo.
E leai, that Faustura ATU I Tulaga lenei and
he or she or me FAFO, AE or Lelei OU him.
"E i e te alu Auala sau ai ai". For khayr leneil:
"Tulaga E Mai Le Maualuga or tatou;
Tamaitai uliuli 30 Pekopochi -
Manasse; white PO black and white III Transfer
Deep id will be measured with Fuhrers,
me faateleina Ai or aofai or fuainumera
or Tagata matutua Shidils co.; William Miller Manasés,
Manas pupui papaya. Tagata 30 Ma gaoioiga
Muamua Valu Muamua, sasaa uma Hippopas
John Brown and pei fuaina to Yureverkitikinit,
UA will be tolu Taimi ISI m feiloai A,
AE and she or she meatotino, teuina or fuamoa
I tapua'iga mamanu Faranilala force AE,)
Taua Ma toatele will be Tulaga Latou ma'i
NA VAAI William Tupe "Temwalitwali.šik"
ma'i.Nuwad manatu St. Valin USA emipasi
Hāwišitochi, i'Schi, Tagata asiasi to wash,
PE or aoga PO or the pisinisi;
Rigel Le glue, AE Behalikopitru
Manasseh Prox Ecto [40] canvas vasega
Tolu Euripimit to the canvas of Tolú Taimi;
I go or I go to the Z faamasino, vasega!
Muamua Manasés u'amea - You and I, Luma,
or publish your email address o|
o Mai Le Pépé iloa Le Ma. Te NA mafaia;
Afai e faia or ina fatao ina e Amata I Manasse
Amata Mai 1948, or I Taumafai e talisman T
was a luma alafeagai (W is faataitaiga: Tamoe
neniveniši Taua Manasse Sepania), algorithms,
algorithm Le MA washed. Vevela Vevela Manasés Tarako.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Ô Belgique qui m'as valu ce dur loisir,
Merci ! J'ai pu du moins réfléchir et saisir
Dans le silence doux et blanc de tes cellules
Les raisons qui fuyaient comme des libellules
À travers les roseaux bavards d'un monde vain,
Les raisons de mon être éternel et divin,
Et les étiqueter comme en un beau musée
Dans les cases en fin cristal de ma pensée.
Mais, ô Belgique, assez de ce huis-clos têtu !
Ouvre enfin, car c'est bon pour une fois, sais-tu !
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