France

Flaming the Green Faerie

 

  He soaks his cube in Brandy,

Keeping his special spoon handy.

Then Flames upon flames,

Igniting the cube is a dandy.

 

A drink for the fiend

Tis Bohemian Green,

The chalice,  The Glass,  the tincture.

Sugar cube in,

The louche begins 

And the fairy swims in the nectar.

 

Drink if you dare to be merry,

Nothing like sipping a Sherry.

For when you cook the Absynthe right

You’ll be a fool of the Faerie.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

More of a recipe tutorial, I suppose..

dont knock it till you try it.

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Lady Liberty Needs a Break

Hang your head in anguish, Lady Liberty, as the golden door has closed and do not disturb sign placed upon the knob. The country is at capacity and cannot accept any more.

Extinguish your beacon, Lady Liberty, calling for those oppressed and homeless to live in freedom as we now only live in fear. Our faith is placed into the hands of government to secure us from our enemies, our neighbors and ourselves.

Take a seat, Lady Liberty, you deserve a break after more than 100 years of standing for liberty and freedom. You once meant something to this nation as many of our families past through your gaze, but those apparently were "different times". 

Go back to where you came from, Lady Liberty, as they seem to need you now more than us, as a reminder that liberty and freedom come with a price. We would rather not pay with our wealth or our lives to defend those you were charged to bring as turmoil is meant to happen on other shores.

Maybe someday, Lady Liberty, your mission will become clear to us again. Today is not the day you make a melting pot from the offerings of those you have brought.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just something that poured out after reading an article about a CNN reporter tweet about the vote of Syrian refugees that got her suspended.

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My ode to Montereau

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My Ode to Montereau

 

Eau the joy of Montereau

where 2 rivers flow

Into one, the Sein's begun

 

Friendly people do not need

a common language certainly

broad smiles, all the while

 

using their public spaces

garden chairs, happy faces

petanque, and prams

 

bathing in the Sein

to some sounds insane

clean, that will be me

 

banks full of blackberrys

litter too, sorry to say

flytipping, mother earth sin

 

dont tell any tourist

this hidden gem to visit

keep it out the lonely planet

 

not too far away

might come back another day

 

Montereau, is beau

 

Mon Ode à Montereau

 

Eau la joie de Montereau

où 2 rivières coulent

En un seul, le Sein a commencé

 

Les gens sont sympas n'ont pas besoin

un langage commun certainement

de larges sourires, tout en

 

l'utilisation de leurs espaces publics

chaises de jardin, des visages heureux

pétanque, et landaus

 

baignade dans le Sein

à certains sons insensés

nettoyer, ce sera moi

 

banques pleines de blackberrys

litière trop, désolé de le dire

flytipping, terre péché

 

ne dites pas n'importe quel touriste

ce joyau caché à visiter

garder hors de la planète solitaire

 

pas trop loin

pourrait revenir un autre jour

Montereau, c'est beau

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My ode to Francois Hollande, French PM

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Greetings Francois, how do you do?

Just had to write a poem to you

just been touring your country

great people and spectacular scenery

Though I don't eat meat or cheese

no wine either definitely

no bread or gluten too

but your markets meant no blues

 

I went to search for Family

lost in both wars; not happy

your nation was stuck in the middle

this is why they hate combat: simple

your warmongering is a big mistake

when everything created from love not hate

the same intelligence as invisible WMD's

bombing Syria on that is crazy

 

I am the very observant kind

my camping car, peace flag flying

peace signs on the highway

and even on the smallest byway

your people have had enough of war

If you stumble into Syria

YOU'V LOST THE NEXT ELECTION

YOUR PEOPLE ONLY WANT HEAVEN

 

Plenty in your country I really liked

no fences or gates, a great site

your ancient woodland incredible too

when was the last time you?

Walked on the earth in bare feet

it all needs earthing: Electricity

and that's all your body is

electrical signals and impulses

 

love the Sunday shops closing at one

then to the family; lunch begun

and another thing, in the sticks

no shops open after six

your family life seems really good

certainly, compared to my hood

valuing the family bond

of such a life I would be fond

 

Your public spaces are also used

a lot, people, sport, petanque too

people get their deckchairs out

and sit in the sun no doubt

post offices also in most towns

in the UK most are closed down

your rivers are also green

and unpolluted definitely

apart from a lake I saw red

Neufchatel Paper mill lead

 

gasoil cheaper than Sans Plomb

to help your truckers along

beautiful flowers on every bridge

is that celebrating peace? What gives?

Men also carrying French Sticks

my gluten allergy, couldn’t eat it

and everyone on holiday in August

keeps the workforce rested; honest.

 

It's not all perfect in your nation

some suburbs of Paris could be other nations

and shanty towns by highways too

please help those people with portaloos

flytipping is also a disgrace

our mother earth, some French really hate

also your whole nation smokes

most Galois or Camel, some weed toked

 

so please learn from Marshall Foch

war is rubbish, stop the lot

one thing about statesmen that are great

they are not afraid of debate

especially when intelligence is propaganda

punted by those who don't care

for profit, resource and strategy too

no game of risk; lives to loose

 

your people also talk a great deal

ego driven, I should say maybe

garlic breath so prevalent too

can I ask does this include you?

other thing about the country; people

dominate skylines; church steeples

religion means to restrict

so lets not go into it

your people truly have soul

just a shame the cross

is the only way they know to let it show

 

the people have had enough of intervention

military, on the back of fabrication

find out the truth for yourself

otherwise Syrians just get more hell

crucifix's in about every town

war just makes people frown

Military Cemetery’s everywhere too

ITS YOUR CHOICE

 

YOUR ELECTION TO LOOSE

 

french translation

 

Salutations François, comment voulez-vous faire?

Juste eu à écrire un poème pour vous

vient d'être tournée votre pays

des gens formidables et des paysages spectaculaires

Bien que je ne mange pas de viande ou de fromage

pas de vin soit définitivement

pas de pain sans gluten ou trop

mais vos marchés ne voulais pas le blues

 

Je suis allé à la recherche de la famille

perdu dans les deux guerres ; pas heureux

votre nation a été coincé au milieu

c'est pourquoi ils détestent combat : simple

votre belliciste est une grosse erreur

quand tout créé à partir de l'amour pas la haine

la même intelligence que invisible armes de destruction massive

bombarder la Syrie qui est fou

 

Je suis le genre très attentif

mon camping car , drapeau paix volant

signes de paix sur la route

et même sur le plus petit chemin détourné

vos gens ont assez de la guerre

Si vous tombez en Syrie

You'v perdu l'élection PROCHAINE

VOTRE PEUPLE ne souhaitez HEAVEN

 

Beaucoup dans votre pays que j'ai vraiment aimé

pas de clôtures ou de barrières , un grand site

votre bois anciens incroyable trop

à quand remonte la dernière fois que vous ?

Marché sur la terre , pieds nus

tout cela doit terre : Électricité

et c'est tout votre corps est

signaux électriques et des impulsions

 

amour des commerces le dimanche fermeture à une

puis à la famille , déjeuner commencée

et une autre chose , dans les bâtons

pas de magasins ouverts après six

votre vie de famille semble vraiment bon

Certes, par rapport à mon capot

valoriser le lien familial

d'une telle vie , je serais fond

 

Vos espaces publics sont également utilisés

beaucoup , les gens , le sport , pétanque trop

les gens obtiennent leurs transats sur

et s'asseoir au soleil sans aucun doute

bureaux de poste également dans la plupart des villes

au Royaume-Uni la plupart sont fermées

vos rivières sont aussi vert

et non pollué définitivement

Mis à part un lac, j'ai vu rouge

Neufchatel Papeterie plomb

 

gasoil moins cher que le sans plomb

pour aider vos camionneurs long

belles fleurs sur chaque pont

est que la célébration de la paix? Ce qui donne ?

Hommes portant également Sticks français

mon allergie au gluten , ne pouvait pas manger

et tout le monde en vacances en Août

maintient la main-d'œuvre reposait ; honnête .

 

Ce n'est pas tous parfait de votre nation

certaines banlieues de Paris pourraient être d'autres nations

et des bidonvilles par des routes trop

s'il vous plaît aider ces gens avec portaloos

flytipping est aussi une honte

notre mère la terre , un peu de français détestent vraiment

également toute votre nation fume

la plupart Galois ou de chameau , de l'herbe toked

 

donc s'il vous plaît apprendre de maréchal Foch

la guerre c'est de la foutaise , arrêter le lot

une chose à propos d'État qui sont grands

ils n'ont pas peur du débat

surtout quand l'intelligence est de la propagande

punted par ceux qui ne se soucie pas

pour le profit , les ressources et la stratégie trop

aucun jeu de risque , vit à perdre

 

vos gens parlent également beaucoup

ego conduit, je devrais peut-être dire

ail souffle tellement répandue trop

puis-je demander ce que cela vous comprennent ?

autre chose sur le pays , les gens

dominer horizons ; clochers

religion signifie pour restreindre

laisse ainsi pas y entrer

vos gens ont vraiment l'âme

juste une honte de la croix

c'est la seule façon qu'ils connaissent le laisser montrer

 

les gens en ont assez de l'intervention a eu

militaire , à l'arrière de la fabrication

découvrir la vérité par vous-même

autrement Syriens simplement obtenir plus d' enfer

crucifix est à peu près chaque ville

la guerre fait juste que les gens froncement de sourcils

Le cimetière militaire est partout trop

SON CHOIX

Votre élection à PERDRE

Author's Notes/Comments: 

inspired by my recent trip to france

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Last Stand

Awakening to whistles piercing walls
Seeing women running by 
Watching little men cry
I began to question "where am I?"
 
Thundering roars threw me
Metal dropping down like rain
The people writhing in pain
Should I lie down 
 
The crushing noise of the vehicles engine
Many people lying in its path
I could feel the behemoth wrath
I wondered if I was next
 
I saw my helmeted brother
The color on his chest
He had decided to take a rest
I knew he would see me soon
 
Life of oppression is promised
This is my last stand 
Alone with my brothers we take deaths hand
For death is the solace of freedom 
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Love and War

Far from the Parisian Pavillon,
in the golden glory of its playwrights and poets
(love, first learned in the lady's eye)

Hemmed in on all sides is my humble, stone château,
contained by the cold blue waves of the sea.
Come, forgive the mess, and stay for a while:
Lets have dinner, what will it be?
Let me bring you cold wine, hard cheese,
and perhaps a crust of bread.

I must confess, I know more Bonaparte than La Belle Cordière,
and have spent many hours hearing the doleful, quiet sea.
(shall we dance, madame, cotillion or quadrille?)

This military man,
I met on an anonymous journey,
but parted ways thereafter,
lest he betray me to Château d'lf.

So let the the battle snares play on, love, and the battle commence.
For I've found my song, found my war, and found my prize.

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