MonaLisaSmile71 Poetry (39)

A WOUNDED deer leaps highest,
I 've heard the hunter tell;
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it caution arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You 're hurt" exclaim!


Defence mechanisms

If dreams were real and real things dream,
It would be nice.
In dream nothing's settled for good,
So it would be nice.

Night coming after day,
Me not born a princess,

Being unable to pluck the moon
Or get inside a lily,

Clock hands moving clockwise,
Dead people gone,

Nothing's settled for good, you see,
So it would be nice.
TO see real things in dream sometimes,
wouldn't it be nice?


: )

If I say "let's play" you say "let's play"
If I say "stupid" you say "stupid"
If I say "I don't play no more"
you say "I don't play no more"
Later on, I feel lonely.
If I say "I'm sorry" you say "I'm sorry"
Is this an echo to repeat anyone's words?
No, It happens to anyone.




If you speak to other kindly,
they reply to you kindly.
Love : )

Adieu tristesse
Bonjour tristesse
Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du plafond
Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j'aime
Tu n'es pas tout a fait la misere
Car les levres les plus pauvres te denoncent
Par un sourire
Bonjour tristesse
Amour des corps aimables
Pussance de l'amour
Dont l'amabilite surgit
Comme un monstre sans corps
Tete desappointee
Tristesse beau visage.


Bonjour! Andre: )

The little Love-got lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that voe'd chaste life to keep
Came tripping by;but in her maiden hand

The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
And so the general of hot desire
Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.

This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
For men diseased;but I,my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure,and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water,water cools not love.




I'm yours for always ; )

N'ecris pas.Je sui triste,et je voudrais m'eteindre.
Les beaux etes sans toi,c'est la nuit sans flambeau.
J'ai referme mes bras qui ne peuvent t'atteindre,
Et frapper a mon c?ur,c'est frapper au tombeau.
N'ecris pas!

N'ecris pas.N'apprenons qu'a mourir a nous-memes.
Ne demande qu'a Dieu...qu'a toi,si je t'aimais!
Au fond de ton absence ecouter que tu m'aimes.
C'est entendre le ciel sans y monter jamais.
N'ecris pas!

N'ecris pas.Je te crains;j'ai peur de ma memoire:
Elle a garde ta voix qui m'appelle souvent.
Ne montre pas l'eau vive a qui ne peut la boire.
Une chere ecriture est un portrait vivant.
N'ecris pas!

N'ecris pas ces doux mots que je n'ose plus lire:
II semble que ta voix les repand sur mon c?ur;
Que je les vois bruler a travers ton sourire;
II semble qu'un baiser les empreint sur mon c?ur.
N'ecris pas!

Sugar
Low heat
Water

Deep down in the blue sky
Like pebbles on the ocean floor
They lie submerged till dark comes...
Stars unseen in the light of day.
You can't see them,still they're there.
Even things not seen are there.

Petals drop and withered dandelions
Hidden in cracks between roof tiles
Wait silently for spring to come...
Their strong roots unseen.
You can't see them,still they're there.
Even things not seen are there.



"Ready or not here I come."
; )

Pale under the moon
through the glass
his limbs still
and soon
before storm clouds pass
over the house and fill

it with darkness she'll slip
in beside him
as into a pool.
Warm ripples will lap
her thighs,brim
her breasts,spool

her close and free
her mind of the trouble
that her kept her late
by the fire,fragrancy
of applewood,to struggle
with her fate

which has always been
to leave what is familiar,
trusted,known,
for the half-seen
shadow world,far
beyond the human zone.


To ---
Who are you?
Did you sleep well? ; )

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.


If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.


If thou find'st one,let me know,
Such a Pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not,I would not go,
Thought at next door we might meet,
Thought she were true,when you met her,
And last,till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False,ere I come,to two,or three.




A woman's mind is always mutable ; )

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases;it will never
Pass into nothingness;but still will keep
A bower quiet for us,and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams,and health,and quiet breathing.

Therefore,on every morrow,are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence,og the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures,of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching:yes,in spite og all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.Such the sun,the moon,
Trees old and young ,sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep;and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in;and clear rills
That for themselves a coolimg covert make
Gainst the hot season;the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.


Love all human kind : )
Love and Peace ; )
To Endymion

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told,although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to say;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.



Mon ame un jour sera calme ou brisee
Par toi!!!
If I could tell you I would let you know ; )