Dear readers, today we will read eight new poems of Popular French Poet Timothee Bordenave .
Self Portrait
(Mixed media on wood)My soul is like the seas,
My heart is a tempest,
Only my mind foresees,
The words my mouth asserts…
My gesture somehow odd,
Lets me look uncanny,
Though my eyes many bode,
To their blue harmony !
Devoted to passion,
I pray the Angels, high,
Through dreams colliding by,
And Time, their companion.
May I be Archi-mage,
Of the French Battalion ?
I’d rather be a page,
For my sweet Madelon...
An image,
Of a cloud,
On her wall.
Pilgrimage,
To the mud...
After all !
The angry animals
All this morning would sing Sunlight,In my eyes, wide open, bright !
Sang, sang the trees, and Sea waters,
I’d been drinking coffee : bitter…
I was in the Forest, last night,
And got caught up yet, to all sight,
By deers, fawns, even two wild boars !
With many heels, gnarling, they roared :
« - Pay, or trespass ! »
I grinned : « - Ain’t ore ! »
« - Sorry, we were only playing,
On words ! » Then they attacked me !
- Vain !
Un unequal combat won’t last,
I killed them all, then had dinner,
Off my hunt : deer, berries…
Breakfast :
Wild pork, this morning. - Hey ! Losers !
You attack at ten ?
In my tin.
The partisane
« Here they are ! Let’s do this.Might the Lord arm my hand ! »
He then discharges his,
Silent weapon, disbands,
And hides in the shadows…
To transmit : « Colonel ?
- Apache tears. I am well,
I will join point zero. »
Then, sudden, in the skies,
A train blasts to all eyes,
And burns, in the station.
There. While a partisane,
Through darkness runs, the man,
Succeeded the action !
The scene is set in Lyon,
December Forty Three…
« We will fight, to be free ! »
Waiting for Samantha
Outside, it rains, but this Summer,Will soon provide us good weather,
For sure ! - And from you, Moons, even,
Will I meet with my friend Raven…
My friend Red-Collar, my friend Dove,
My friend Alcyon and my love…
Visiting the sixth, Avenue,
Of Rosalyn - A best venue !
Outside, it rains, then all Swallows,
At their nidations rest, either,
Will they fly here, with all feathers,
Later, for you dear… Fly allow !
I need you, Darling ! Out, on sight,
The roofs drip rain, while I await.
I would like to hug you, albeit.
Where are you ? Wandering beauty…
[ But at this instant, Timothy :
The bell rings ! ]
« - Samantha ! Pretty… »
Mary, her !
There was a time, a space, a mood,For our encounter. Yes, Mary.
And I remember how we mould,
How we kiss, how you are merry…
I still feel it, as of today !
When times have passed, when you are far,
I still know how tender we are,
How splendid you are, when we lay…
I could never loose this bright love,
Of you deep in my heart and soul,
Mary, chosen, bride from the shores…
I will pray, the stars of above,
The Skies, I will pray like a fool,
For this magical love of ours.
Via Apia
Rome was built in three thousand years !And you could walk around three weeks,
While Italians play hide and seek,
Through the ruins, and chant some prayers.
If when there’s a heel, there’s a way,
Then they say times change, they change fast !
Whilst Italian ladies breakfast,
With coffee, since the dawn of days…
Yes ! I have been to Italy !
I fell immediately in love,
For a girl there, named Cecilia !
She was so beautiful, jolly,
She was soft and pure like a dove,
We kissed, once… A night. Via Apia.
Our woods
Facing at the depth of our woods.Where would this forest stop ? I blink.
Trees around, made of a dark ink.
Kisses of you will dear my mood…
Nested in the very soft combe,
We will unchain our hearts together,
For a closer look at the womb,
If God made you feel a mother.
Then we can rest here for hours !
Sources, sacred herbs and flowers,
Enchanting us, the mighty earth !
Oh, beautiful you, life and birth,
My sight grows dim. Then I see mere,
Sparkles of love beamed on the air…
More praying
« I fought for Thee o Lord,A battle of Glory.
Then I won, oh ! Merry,
Would I be forever,
Singing your lights, of Love !
Astraes, Faeries,
Lullabies from above !
I chant in no hurry…
And I caught a fever,
Singing a psalm for more…
Let it be known further :
The Lord has all Mercy,
On a peaceful fighter !
Eternal I adore,
You told me : « Wait and see ! »
O Thy Lord all Sire,
Granted me victory,
In your fervent prayer…
Now all I aspire,
Is calm, joy, and wonders !
Your Angels set me free… »
