Portry By Timothee :French Popular Poet

Timothee

Love Inn…
Timothee, in France.

 
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Unicorns records

 
It is said unicorns live beneath apple trees,
In orchards, on the misty South West Cornwall shores,
I heard, then it is a statement from our Lore,
They are intelligent, mighty, brave, proud and free.
 
A mage once taught me, deep in Brittany forests,
« The unicorns can fly, to assist, everywhere,
A person who would be facing threat or despair…
And, they also appear sometimes, to those who quest. »
 
He followed : « If by chance, you see one, just keep calm,
Those creatures are magic itself, in many senses,
They choose you to reveal their mystical presence. »
 
I read in an old book : this happens to the child,
The virgin, and the wise, and some knights, in the wild…
In Paris a tapestry shows them, dearing a « Dame ».
 
 
 
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In the dark

 
Have you ever been all alone,
In a wood at night, with no lamp,
Off the tracks, thirsty, with a cramp,
Chased after in an army zone ?
 
Few have. I heard, once, close to Death,
The hits of bullets, missing me !
Yet as I ran, the enemy -
Forces, left my surroundings. Safe.
 
It was passed midnight, far from mines,
I came across a trail that lead,
Luckily, soon, to a village,
 
Where I hid. There’s no privilege,
When war takes you : quickly I fled,
To hide again, in an old mine.
 
 
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Enchantress

 
O beautiful you I adore,
Lady of Glamour, Queen of Charms,
When will you sleep deep in my arms,
Again, whilst suns rise on the shore ?
 
O fayrie ! Tender, true princess,
Our love has caught and casts the last -
Bloom for spring, heart beats like a blast,
They will not cease, never know less…
 
Yes ! But now for you are away,
I am lonely in Paris,
My soul prays sole until the day.
 
I remember these times of ore,
Plenty of laughter, full of bliss,
Might our Lord join us soon, for more !
 
 
 
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Christian poem

 
 
O Lord, Thy above all the clouds,
All the sky, the Sun and the stars,
Please save me Timothee, I hold,
This prayer to my life. I stare…
 
Life is your gift, blessed from the air,
I hear your voice in my heart, loud !
Thy inner, around or afar,
My animal songs, to Thy howled…
 
I want to express gratitude,
Please keep me in your Paradise,
Where the Angels rule to all eyes !
 
Let me have a good attitude !
Please Lord, forgive me if I missed.
For Jesus’ love. Forever his !
 
 
 
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Devoted

 
If I act with benevolence,
Humility, manners, and calm,
If in my heart I sing the psalms,
Of Heaven, then I write my stances !
 
Well o Lord thy might grant me grace,
Through the Love that comes from the Skies,
I shall live ! Under your embrace,
We are meek children, you are wise.
 
The beauty of the World has seized,
My existence in a prayer,
Then praying helped me, praying eased…
 
The darkness I may have known prior,
It vanished ! No my days are pleased,
When in devotion, I admire.

 
 
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I hid a treasure !

 
I hid an important treasure,
At a mansion, in South West France,
In the middle of this immense,
Park - where I often took leisure.
 
The diamonds or the rubies,
The gold, the gems, the jewelry…
Are kept there - until memory,
Would cess maybe - there they will be.
 
Am I a fool, led by romance,
Out of my reason for hence,
Leaving in Nature, a fortune ?
 
Well - forever would be immune,
My life in Heaven if I’m worth…
That’s my only burden, my oath.
 
 
 
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A simple life

 
I live here, Avenue of Sister Rosalie,
Who was a generous, charitable person.
Full of kindness, of grace… - She gives inspiration,
To me, painter and poet, I pray her humbly.
 
Close from me, there’s a park, where I go walk the lanes,
And the birds sing aloud in the bushes of flowers…
I love this place, some kids go by, I rest an hour,
Then I get back to my readings - where I pertain.
 
Then, that’s it ! And I reach outside for groceries,
Tobacco, brew, rarely to a social event,
But I am solitary, I work, or I chant…
 
Inner, the bright motives of my love for Jesus,
To the Angels I see around, secrets, for us,
Only - This is my life ! Simple life in Paris.
 

 
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Deer king

 
There is an old saying by some ancient French woods,
That a deer might be Lord, of all of the forests…
A white deer ! With a ruby cross seen at his chest,
And four lions flank him, companions, or knighthood.
 
It is a known legend ! It might as well be true,
As the mages, the druids, the bards, often tell.
They say the deer comes with a charm none could repel,
Of life, or death, eternal, according to you.
 
If I can remember once I saw the white king,
On my path, I was lost and striving for water.
He disappeared, I collapsed, then fell, but after…
 
After yes, I rose up, then found water to drink.
I am not sure ! If I can recall well, I think :
Soon, I found a shelter, guided by dogs barking.
 
 
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La Madeleine

 
We were climbing, once in Paris,
On the roof of La Madeleine,
Famous church, close to river Seine.
Suddenly I felt all blurry…
 
« You will die, fool ! » Cried the traitor.
« I drugged you... » - He tried to push me.
I bent over a scale. « Implore,
Your God ! » Shouted my enemy.
 
Luckily after a quick fight,
I kicked him enough, he fainted…
Around us was a cloudy night.
 
I was all fuzzy and in stress,
Sat here for a while, I rested,
Climbed down and left !
                     - Oh, my Lord bless !
 
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