A Plethora of grace & beauty-20.11.1989 adjusted on the 16.4.2013

that is festive,merry & blithe
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A Plethora of grace & beauty
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From time to time we all have a ME
That is glad, festive, merry & blithe.
Others where a floater crashes the fete

Wishing to steal this happy episode
Forcing us to sag, brain pumping…
Inveterate negativity, inherent from birth

Result of a chain never severed…
Where do we cut & where do we build?
Life’s exposure is at intervals, stains of ink

On delicate fabric… follow instructions
Patiently & you might foresee a clear, fine
Patch in lieu of the hole created by attrition.

Hold on to the keys of the portal
You could design, projecting, installing
As a counteraction equilibrium so that

The day you have a ME synonym to
Grace & beauty, will be a Plethora of
Constancy with intruders having no

Choice but to bow down on their knees.

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The flouted child 1990 ( English poem with French original text )

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The flouted child
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A child,
Is hope, It’s the future
A child,
Is the mirror of your memories
A child,
Is naïve, pure and sweet
A child,
Believes in you, but you’re harsh

A child is not a thing
An object to dispose of
It’s a being of its own
With emotions, a light

Do not abuse his faith
For you shall only have his mistrust
Be his enlightened torch
His exemplar for eternity

You closed your ears
To all advice
You wounded this bird
You broke the branch

This child,
Was the hope of your memories
The mirror of the future
His feelings were sacred
But you’ve erased them

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L’Enfant bafoué
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L’enfant,
C’est l’espoir, c’est l’avenir
L’enfant,
C’est le miroir de tes souvenirs
L’enfant,
C’est naïf doux et pur
L’enfant,
Croit en toi mais, tu es dur

L’enfant n’est pas une chose
Un objet dont on dispose
C’est un être à part entière
Avec des sentiments, une lumière

N’abuse pas de sa confiance
Tu n’auras que sa méfiance
Sois son flambeau éclairé
Son exemple pour l’éternité
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Tu as fermé l’oreille
A tous ces conseils
Tu as blessé cet oiseau
Tu as cassé le rameau

Cet enfant,
C’était l’espoir de tes souvenirs
Le miroir de l’avenir
Ses sentiments étaient sacrés
Mais tu les à effacé