My Little Wolf ♥

In the South of France, where the house stands age-old,
I can see all our ghosts,
The ones who were nice and the ones who were cold,
And the one I loved the most.

The one who just died of old age,
My Little Wolf is gone,
There I won’t ever turn the page,
For that matter, my sorrow has won.

And I never wanted to lose him,
Never wanted to abandon him.

I cry through the day,
And sobbing in the night, through the water of the rain,
For weeks and weeks, and again on Monday,
Keeping inside my grief and pain.

And I never wanted to lose him,
Never wanted to abandon him.

In the South of France, where the sun is shining,
Where my birds have fled,
One day there, you will hear me sadly sing,
Crying my baby is dead.

And I never wanted to lose him,
Never wanted to abandon him.

Bidule : 04.11.2007 / 22.06.2020 (13 years old)

I Love You, Little Wolf.

25.06.2020 (Myself)
26.06.2020 (Corrections & help by Dermot)
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The Pier

On the pier, the River I see,
As a reminder of what we used to be,
The Docklands see us one last day,
Before to get drowned at the bay.

But, the river brought me home, then,
To never ever see this pier again,
Be King and Queen of our City,
I love you, and it’s killing me.

17.06.2020
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What am I supposed to do ?

It’s a nightmare Lockdown, and I don’t have Internet every day. 
Worstnow : My computer is dead 
The keyboardactually. 
can’t work. I can’t write. 
But, I’m a writer, I can’t stop myself. So, I write on my phone. 
It’s a nightmare but it’s better than nothing. 
Anywayhere we go, my new poem. 
got my inspiration from the song : 
« What’s a girl to do ».
Click here !

Enjoy !


We walked side by side,
And you were always in my mind,
They called us « Freaks »,
And tortured us for weeks,
I know you’re remember everything,
When they left us nothing,
I loved so long, only you,
What am I supposed to do ?

We had friends and all,
We can’t give them a call,
When the city turned to a No Man’s Land,
I ran away in my Ireland,
You stayed on the shore,
Waiting me to open my door,
And I’m asking to your army,
Do you still love me ?


22/23.05.20
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Nevermore II

I’ve got my inspiration from this lovely poem : Click here

And, this is the sequel of my last English poem : Nevermore

ENJOY !


I was always afraid of me,
And, forever, my friends did flee,
I was angry with my foe,
And my wrath only did grow.

I ran away from my family,
And stopped beneath an apple tree,
On a stump I’ve never seen before,
I yelled : « Nevermore ! »

My powers grow up night and day,
Till the lovely month of May,
When my sun destroyed the flower,
I could bring back my last lover.

My decade was definitely cursed,
But his thousand years was worst,
And now, beneath the apple tree,
My foes know I’m ready.

08.05.20
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Nevermore

Now, they are all gone,
Our lives are done,
Here, I’m inside your Mind,
Together in the Other Side,
It’s OK Love, we can go,
Rot in the World below,
Take my hand, my Love,
It’s time to move on.

The sun can’t burn anymore,
We can walk through the door,
The World did fear you,
You know they knew,
Come on Baby, it’s time,
Your Death can be mine,
Don’t fear the thunder,
I’ll stay Always & Forever

04.05.20
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Divination

Alight so bright, that candle light,
Under the dark moon, in the quiet night,
Demons inside, but behind the door,
Is trap outside, five to four,
Your Curse is coming, your family,
Shall remains, fight or flee,
You’ll peer into the gathering gloom,
And your mind will be your doom.

24.04.20
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Blue Planet

Here we go ! A short prose poem ! And yes, I know, I wrote the poem in a strange shape…
It’s waveforms ! If you look at the poem on the right, it’s waveforms !
It’s totally done on purpose !
Now, enjoy the Sea…


For me
the Ocean is
more than just a water,
it’s a home I need to come
back
as often as possible.
It’s a place of freedom and unbelievable
dreams. Dreams about Mermaids and Sea Monsters.
About shipwrecks and Atlantis.
About the Mariana Trench and
me.
And, when I return to the Ocean
you can see the blue waves
into my eyes.
The seaweeds on my hairs. The sand on my skin.
All the shells in my
hands.
And, when I sing,
you can hear the sound of
the water in my voice.
And, when I kiss,
you
can taste the salt
on my lips.
Now, you can understand that the Ocean is more
than just a water.
It’s
me.

10.04.20
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Photo by me.
I miss my Laytown, my Sea people, my Ocean…

Death Day

It’s three years now, I still can’t understand,
The same grief, when I went in England,
In the Abominable School, when your friend dies,
I can see all your guilty, behind your blue eyes,
The Hunters never been on your side,
Only me could see you cried.

You’re the cursed man from an orphanage,
But, in the lonyless, you found your courage,
It’s like a Fairytale, with a terrible end,
Full of time together that we can’t spend,
But I told you, when you left Kendricks Academy :
« It’s your imagination that transforms itself into reality. »

Slán go fóill, a ghrá mo chroí…

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