by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
funny love,
If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass vacationing her muse
We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine
Where we could sit and share a laugh or two
By candlelight we'd toast with French champagne
Pretend that we were on our honeymoon
But how could I convince her I'm the one
To make all of her fantasies come true
She knows there's more to life than having fun
In Paris hearts get easily confused
I'd get down on one knee under the stars
Give her the paper ring off my cigar
an original poem by Daniel Turner
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,
Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day
So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away
Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door
Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
kiss, love,
Time is fleeting when love's guise becomes sweet
When eyes bow before beauty's silent pose
To feel the soul emerge and not retreat
With such fragrant scent from a lover's rose
When hands clasp so tender a blushing face
To search quiet realms of expectation
And kiss in dim-light from a candle's trace
And reveal ecstasy's exaltation
With a breathless pause as lips are unbound
Where eyes again will lift their eyelids slow
And share breath's softest sighs of welcomed sound
When passionate tongues give gifts they bestow
To feel palms grow warmer as they perspire
When lips are kissed from surrender's desire
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by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
wedding
Flowers in her hair
Mum shed a tear!
Long White Dress
Beautiful Princess!
Flowing Silk,Honey Milk!
Back Bare , Pearls to wear
Pure Fresh Air everywhere.
Tops and Tails
Bow is Black
Father tapping on Son's back,
Serene Sunny day
Candles all the way,
French Champagne
White Pigeons
on the Window Pane,
Daffodils Carnations
Congratulations Celebrations,
Two Hearts One Pledge,
A Perfect Match!
Two Gold Circles without ends
Best wishes to My Friends
GIFT OF LOVE-GOD SMILING FROM ABOVE
---------love CHARMA
by Faye Gibson |
Categories:
grandchild, grandmother, happiness, happy,
Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.
Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.
We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,
movie nights,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.
Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.
© September 11, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
by Sarah Seraphin |
Categories:
love, passion, romance
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Sheer black lace ~
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Incense and candles aglow
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Perfumed sweeet Nectars
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Between Her silkened lips...
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Parting their pink wetness
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Upon my Loving tongue ~
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... * "French Kisss" * ...
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, french, imagination, lost love, love, moon, symbolism,
Skies falling, upon the ragged heart pasquil
Tranquility ripples across the lake in plethora
She is there, in my heart, a sweet delusion
As I cross the waters wishing I was omnipotent
I drop my oars on forest floor, seeking Aurore
I run along the earth clad pathways towards the cloister
Praying that accrued love still has her beholden
Kneeling on one knee, I look up with a glint of promise
The Lantern reflects back the softness of her eyes
by Sharon Gulley |
Categories:
humor, me,
Honey Bee Honey Bee bring
by your charm. Your sweet
warmth from your swarm.
Makes us some honey as
sweet as a flower. Pile the
hive full in your golden tower.
Pancakes and muffins, and
French toast. A million ways to
eat it, I think I love your sweet
honey, the most.
Honey Bee Honey Bee I hope
you will always want to be here.
I will wait for you with my plate
and fork and a smile full of cheer.
I'll guard and protect you as you
weave and I hope you never ever
want to leave.
by Perrin Peacock |
Categories:
birthday, dad, daughter, light, soccer, sports, travel,
Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love
Kind, calm and caring, words under control
Wait! Who’s that fleet girl in cleats with the ball?!?
Rocket shot from right wing shoots straight to goal
Through back of the net...ball, keeper and all
French horn, piano, and ukulele
Swimming with sea turtles and manatee
Beautiful music and places to stay
Your trips oft start with Airbnb
Beacon of bright light for love, hope, and peace
Sweetest of sweet hearts, our Ciel Elise
by Üzeyir Lokman Cayci |
Categories:
inspirational, love, music, nostalgia,
Your expectations are carved into my eyes...
Their shapes melt in my dreams
The face seen in your postcards
Is not that of your soul Istanbul...
Living apart does not change your seas
Your waiting landscapes offer themselves
Thoughts do not remain still
Istanbul rests its weight upon my loneliness...
White fish swim in your living past
Seagulls float in your memories
Obliterated friendships stay awake till dawn
Anatolia rises from your horizons Istanbul...
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann., 2002
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
beautiful, love, poetry, writing,
~ A Kyrielle~
( Kyrielle)
It is composed in quatrains line
That's not hard at all when done fine
This French style you can do right
Kyrielle is easy to write
Eight syllables per line in all
In each one you observe this call
There's rhyming all through to delight
Kyrielle is easy to write
Repeat the B in last line verse
You'll make a nice piece to diverse
And style to enjoy day or nite
Kyrielle is easy to write.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January.02.2017
~ Author's Notes:
The "Kyrielle" is a poetry form or style.
by Üzeyir Lokman Cayci |
Categories:
inspirational, love, nostalgia,
A feeling of nearness to suffering
In our hearts
While we reduce the dimensions
Of the essence of light
With our eyes
In a local scuffle
Them
They have woven a net around us.
Bearing the pains of life
While watching the people with sullen faces
And tired thoughts
All along the years
We have heard the whistle of whips...
With well-concealed thoughts
Those
Never thought of us
And... without any mercy
Have woven a net around us.
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann, 2002
by Gry Christensen |
Categories:
autumn, loneliness, longing, lost love, love,
In this hour
they called it the French lace minutes
the sound of autumn leaves falling
unbearable to the ear
I slip out in the
echoing space
between now
and then
it's an insect like feeling
that buzzes around
too fast
to be recognized
then a coat slides to the ground
heels are clapping hands with wooden floor
ashtrays are laid to rest
and on a bus ticket my pen is scribbling
you are here
you are here
you are here
© Gry W Christensen
by Jesus De Castro |
Categories:
relationship,
You French exit at the back door
When you laugh rolling on the floor
For me you have a lot in store
Can’t tell now but I know there’s more
I just find your choice perplexing
Wondering if you’re wondering
What it’s like loving and learning
I’m just here, silently waiting
Your busy-being-single phase
Like the cool drizzle on my face
Soon enough will vanish in space
Your way back to love, you’ll soon trace
Open your eyes and look at me
I know I can make you happy
I have never been this cheesy
You can give in, you can choose me
by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories:
love, relationship,
I love you but I don’t know why.
I love your lips which seem too thin
for a kind person, your grey-green
deceitful eyes which are too dry
and too unmerciful to cry
for broken hearts. I love your skin
which chilly whiteness is akin
to fallen snow in hot July.
I love your blush when I begin
to talk of the engagement ring
which I allegedly have bought.
I love you but I don’t know why
I love. The only thing that I
don't love is that you love me not.
A modified French sonnet (abba abba bbc Aac)… Hm, wait a sec, that's what I'll call you! A French abc-sonnet :3
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
cute love, romantic,
small French restaurant
sparkling glasses champagne eyes
souls in paradise
January 17, 2020
8:30a.m. PST
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
childhood, nostalgia,
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that the time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
love, memory, poets,
A San Francisco Haiku Quartet
Oh San Francisco
Beat poets Ferlinghetti
North Beach was our city
Hushed conversations
Rich coffees and biscotti
Smothered in rich fog
Our French cigarettes
Then under table footsies
Moonlit hills our home
Cable cars singing
Golden Gate from our window
Heaven and stars..ours
{In Memory of Ralph}
May 4, 2020
2:30pm PST
English Haikus
by Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
humorous,
Americans come by the clock
A British lass just hikes her frock
The French love a tongue
The Swedes like well-hung
But Left or Right Thai knows Bangkok!
by Alfred Berggren |
Categories:
emotions,
Yes, ever I have known her ways are mine
and I do confess this,, I love Joan
When we talk I hear a voice low, soft tone
Can I deny the plain truth eyes do shine
If you ask me, “ami”, do I want Jane
There’s no spark starting fire in me that glows
This I will say,” pour vous”, think I not so
Past efforts made for me, did she in vain
Such I do know now, I can’t be her mate
Soon, I wish she’ll not gaze on me with hate
Forever, maid, give me your kind review
But Joan alone is for me, such is fate
In time for me don’t grieve and please don’t wait
“Sans aucun doute”the right man seeks for you.
by Melani Udaeta |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, romance, writing,
Achingly slow the way that we kissed,
enjoying the entrapment we laid in.
You commemorated this with cursive.
The soft swirl and soft hand of cursive
matched us as the paper was kissed.
Italics bold as your tongue trucked in.
It was comforting how you creeped in
with flirtation flowing in pristine cursive.
Immortality penned the way you kissed.
A love letter french kissed in cursive.
by Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib |
Categories:
community, love, music,
Alexa, play
"Love's In Need Of Love Today"
by Stevie Wonder
***
by Julie Grenness |
Categories:
food,
At McRonald's, you get what you order,
McVirgin burgers from someone's daughter,
Sluts just wanna have fun,
In a sesame seed bun!
Do you want any French fries?
Have some fertilisers and pesticides!
We're not selling these apple pies,
Because we really love you, guys,
Here, more landfill and sulphate dioxides,
Have a nice day today,
Anyone for take away?
All in a plastic sesame bun,
Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!
by Elaine George |
Categories:
tribute,
The tale Tchaikovsky wove that day
Lives on and on upon a stage
Spun by pirouettes ...and plie's
An epic story of love conveyed
Through the beauty of ballet
Prince Siegfried and his Queen Odette
Who gave their lives without regret
To live forever bound together
As beautiful birds of a feather
As two swans upon a lake
Author: Elaine C. George
Authors note: Plie' is a french word
pronounced Plee ay
by David Ranisav |
Categories:
dance, desire, imagery, innocence, love, sensual, social,
I stroll along the ocean shore.
Hours past the dipping sun.
The night is hot.
The air is still.
Where is that breeze?
That swaying wind
to spin this summer calm.
The day so long and the ocean rests,
yet there’s sweeping waves of rise and fall.
I’m puzzled how these waters dance.
They prance along this sandy beach.
Who leads this dance,
this mystic prance
for the wind’s
dance card is full?
I whisk my curious sense of sight,
an open turn, two-steps,
a shuffle beyond the sky of night.
To find the moon, le danseur,
the pulling partner of this
French ballroom dance tonight.