musings of la souris bleue...
alfred booth
- Location
- Colombes, France
- Birthday
- May 23
- Bio
- Just a mid-aged classical pianist who likes to write poetry in his spare time. A newcomer to the blog experience at OS. You'll find almost exclusively poetry as I expand my horizons....
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MY RECENT POSTS
- P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 30
April 30, 2012 04:41AM - P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 29
April 29, 2012 07:59AM - P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 28
April 28, 2012 11:53AM - P(oem)-AD(ay) n°27
April 27, 2012 07:13AM - P(ad)-A-D(ay) n° 26
April 26, 2012 12:07PM
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- “Beautiful writing. And
it's a great thing that we can
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April 30, 2012 05:38AM - “I hope you got your own
keys to your own
house
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Compelli
ng read.
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April 30, 2012 05:33AM - “Beautifully written. The
ending is superb.
Yes, we
all have to brave this one
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April 30, 2012 05:15AM - “Beautiful writing. You
get to what is truly essential
- that
which makes us
smil…”
April 30, 2012 04:53AM - “A little cynical,
n'est-ce pas? Sex is one
thing, but love?
Well, maybe
men are…”
April 30, 2012 04:45AM
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P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 30
I'll whisper one last time "ne me quitte pas"
before my last breath escapes with my life
a final blessing after these dwindling years
"for hope is a cold star emerging at night."
its light has dimmed while playing hide and seek
among wishes, destiny’s pranks and goodness
I rarely fancied the whims of… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 29
I float on the dense grey cloudburst
as a token of my devotion
I am broken in the puzzle of your love
I peel off the pieces of my soul one by one
trying desperately to erase the weight of
my I love you's, my where are you going
my… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 28
a slight hint of vapor, we guess the fragrance
the recipient itself, squat with a short spout,
is midnight blue, shiny glaze flecked with gold
ideograms etched deep into the clay
wait patiently to be spoken like dull rust
dreams of new shiny metal objects, foreign
but i/… Read full post »
P(oem)-AD(ay) n°27
flee with apple tart from the caged fighting dove
let me hover above, shove this bethroved
slovenly wreck, black tack bleck
there is bo-jangling song bleating
from the locked windows of my princely tower
jingle, jinkle, twinkling stars, so far, so far/… Read full post »
P(ad)-A-D(ay) n° 26
I sought shooting stars to push me close to the edge
There, at the crater’s misty mouth, a besieging sight:
I teetered, caught in a trance, not speaking my pledge
such was the longing of an unencumbered man
tasting each rose, youthful folly left me/… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 25
sunburnt and parched I stumble
into the oasis' world of dreams
in the chilled reflection of the thirst pond
my grandfather laughs
there, his kindly wrinkled skin
grey blue eyes I mistook for my own
a voice I was never destined to know
ripples like a memory over the water
he speaks a language fami/… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 24
Let me live in the sunlight, but teleport me to the desert
if I must make amends for my folly, callous in love. I know
few gay, dainty, sprightly wishful tunes, I am not a singer,
nor songwriter, as my muse is often mired in decadence.
W/… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 23
does love not illuminate equally our souls?
Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
I have done away with the man who slandered
your lover’s name, insanity stains my reason
treason to my own heart, pierced and bloodless
Or, if thou wilt… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 22
won’t you grace me as the stained glass reflects?
the eagle’s majesty rules the mountains
he is humble before a beast equal to his wingspan
though my love has the benediction of my gods
my heart welcomes all of you, voiceless/… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 21
I stand tall, assume
my baby-blue eyes
my Hollywood grin
I am proud to wear a beard
long hair, designer jeans
I turn heads in the street
I pay taxes after a three-piece-suit job
memberships at the gym, tennis club
swimming pool, library, opera
I read three/… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 20
we hover today in the sunrise
for death cannot touch this love
to reach eternity, they bear children
nourishing, wasting their own bodies
in sleepless nights, worry, love
their devotion counts the stars
sweet appeal, prayer
wise words that heal our wounds
beyond our bruised horizon
their smiles illuminate our… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 19
we have no time to gaze past the stars
we fear being caught in the evolution of earth’s endless
spiraling, should we
wander towards the horizon’s pale hued illuminations
our eyes are fixed in prayer to honor our ancestor’s who
believed in moonlight’s
flow — we are firefl… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 18
that whispers boldly of our common tale
these continents cannot remain a prize
to plunder ivory horns and tusks - we wail
the dying Rain Forest, dry fishless lakes
and vast blackened petrol poisoned beaches
have killed food and hunger in the sea’s wake
tsuna/… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 17
evoke dreams of sailing across silent clouds
first love and destiny caught us as willing prey
enraptured in perfect harmony on the first of May
it’s just you and me was our motto for eternity’s sake
a blazing trail of happiness even after we… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 16
the porch light is out at midnight
no one waits up, we snuggle in darkness
he lives three blocks away, no one
waits up for him either
the bowling alley was crowded
in another kind of obscurity,
this not-daring-to…
yet my hand brushed up against his
scoring our strikes and spares
at the soda counter, t… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 15
how much of my soul have I hidden?
I know where its fabric has been sheared
and have sewn the scraps into place
with the essence of ghost matter
and a smattering of over-the-counter satisfaction,
communion through feigned stained-glass
devotion gives me little matter to coax
thought towards inner enl… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 14
when I follow my eagle this last time
finally matching his endless strength
we sail over lakes and mountains
with spiked peaks and sprightly waterfalls
where sun burnt youth, treading lightly
unaware of their unworldliness
mix dough and hazel nuts for bread
from this vantage point close to the gods
I… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 13
I have tried to believe
to caress the upward motion
that I could still fly in your arms
earthbound, tied to a chair
not a settee for romance
I entomb my withering soul
and watch it die once more
I imagine it floating upward
to join… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 12
freedom is calling softly
six or eight feet, single file
would reassure me more than two
my best choice would be four
do you know who I am?
straying so far away from where I've been
you appear, radiant
strolling down the hallway with a guitar
singing… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 11
to find happiness, pain
becomes our best friend
we drink whiskey
swallow little blue pills
invent new addictions
spend hard earned fortunes
in new age techniques
mantras and meditation zeal
we fast for weeks on end
and each of us touts a different truth
new-fanged ideas/… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 10
its sunset vision paints the same colors
but the image is inside out, upside down
reflected in so many various circus-mirror
ways that I never know what part of me
is truly the essence, or only my imagination
of who I have… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 9
I lay no claim to these words without a river of tears
this well of inexpressible emotion swells in my throat
an impassable moat between this castle, my heart’s keeper
and the torrent of sadness that crosses the forest
nothing is expelled, no delicate sounds, no murmur
my chest heaves… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 8
like a thunderbolt, it was there and gone
my life buried deep, forgotten
ice froze over my heart, never to thaw
under the basement staircase in my dead mother’s house,
there are four or five cardboard boxes and a large turquoise
trunk,
the first twenty-five years of my life are hidden… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 7
or beneath the razz-matazz of fireworks
those were memories of many years-gone-by
when he sprinted spryly
today his gait stumbles and halts
we’ve spoken about his pauper’s status
hip replacements are not deadly concerns
like hearts, kidneys or canc… Read full post »
P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 6
I am not yet doomed, god has abandoned me
to these hundred years of suffering
he has ignored my last prayer
my granddaughter in her youth, speaks
of repenting, relentless devotion
and goodness as and ultimate heavenly goal
she does not understand the hell
of… Read full post »
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