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i love poetry in french but i tried some poems in english just for the boys in Iraq that i dedicate thoses works
---------------the evil------------
While the red spit of the angry gun.................
blows in an unlimited golden land...................
white and black boys to the sky have gone.......
putting their faces on the hot sand.....................
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While a dreadful madness grinds....................
people and cars under burned palmers.............
the cry of arab women blows as the winds........
bodies are buried by the eternal summer..........
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There is a God laughing on a clear screen........
who suscribs to his own order without caring.....
who wakes up late in the white house, the clean.
by the voice of american mothers imploring.....
...................................................camille
*****************the rose*****************
As we see the rose at the end of winter
In her amazing youth, in her first blooming
making jealous the sky of her bright painting
when the tears of the dawn spray her and water
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On her leaf, the grace and the love rest
embalming gardens and trees with her smell
but, beaten with a rain or a wind of the hell
languishing, she dies petal after petal lost
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Thus, at your first job, at your first deployment
when the earth and the sky celebrate your courage
the flag chokes you and coats you with rage
and drop after drop lets you without mouvement.
*************************************camille
to an unknowen )))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Like an appearance of Apppollon with human skin
you wone my heart soone you invated my screen
but,if Appollon tells to his priers an oracle
your eyes and smile produce in my heart a miracle.
_______________You must let...____________
you must let house,bike and garden
spouse or compagnon, parents or children
and sing your muddy transit to your Eden
as a deing sawn , as a convict unforgiven.
that's all, you drained all your happy days
only your feathers fly in your vacant room
on the face of mom, clouds set and rise
since you left, no laugh under the grey dome.
Your promised land is a jungle of emptiness
where the khaki artillery,tents,uniforms
helico, planes and all the pantagon bisness
evry day are accursed by furious sand storms
___camille____
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°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°When you will an old man°°°°°°°°°°°
When you will an old man lit up by a lampshade
watching television and flicking throught your memory
you say, with wonder,after closing your repertory
"Camille, in celebrating my charm, was very glad!"
At that night,you are ignoring all my destiny
Already, under the years, you 're semi dozing
For whom the name "Camille " is not pleasing?
On your screen, you recognize me sexy and funny
Poetry will shower me with fame and glory.
Its float will take me along all the country.
You will, in your home, by the apathy, confined
regretting my love and your proud contempt.
Be alive! believe me!try this attempt
Kiss, this dove that,in your love, is condamned.
°°°°°Camille°°°°°
######Looking at you sitting...######
Looking at you setting near your friend
charming like the dawn and you like the sun
I thought seing two eagles lighting the land
stealling the eyes and letting them spun.
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the vived,the virgine and the inspired
on me,let fall a piercing quick look.
For you,the lazy, the dormant as the heavy rock
even of winking at , i was not dignified.
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Silent,inert you were like your friend shadows.
Pensive, you were drawen in your inner world.
Despising evry body, with gathered eyebows.
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Chilled by yourlowred face and dumbfounded
i forget my delicat initiative and the bold
i went fearing that, by my smile, you were offended.
#######Camille#######
+++++++++++the reason of the strongest is the best+++++++
In a country where the land is empty and flate
occupant and occupied follow the mood of the fate.
An armed greant american soldier patrolling
met a young bearded arab, on a dune, praying
"Who makes you so bold, to violate the zone?"
shot the military with his microphone
"You will be punished for your rashness!"
"Sir", answred the muslim with sadness
"My brother, by your troups,arbitrarely, was killed
Here, on this top,his body is buried.
And i were not informed that it was an error
to pray our deads on the land of our ancestor"
"Indeed it is" said the soldier roughly
"Stop laying and say what are you doing secretely?"
"You stuff our tank road by your mine
and you seem terrorist by your barb and skin"
"Sir" replied the arab" how can i bury the bomb
as i am on a sacred land, our cemitry, our wombe
"Your honour",he added, should understand
that no artillery can jamp this heap of sand"
"for salving your doupt, after your autorisation
i can dig up the body for your persuasion"
"No gesture" ordred the american souspicous
this is an other of your ruse mortal and dangerous
"If you were not you, he would be one of your compatriot
In this zone, i am the cowboy, you are the coyote
"By your crims, my lost budies reach the fatal number
like the innocent victims of eleven september
"Take my hot bullet,dont think that i apologize
"We make you martyrs and we fill your paradise"
From the summit , the arab was cknocked down
the body of his brother, by his sliding, was shown.
++++++Camille+++++
