Petites Strophes // Short Poems


Oh, the lovers near to the river, sitting,
Where I cry on her childbearing,
They’re happy when they’re embrace,
But, I want to stay in that place,
The one I never seen before,
The way along the Shamrock Shore.



In a land of myth and magic,
There was a boy named Mick,
He is not real, that why I,
Stay here and still cry,
I start to play and let fallin’,
My teardrops on my violin.



Amour rapide et peut-être le plus long,
Tout a changé après cette inclination,
Un an auparavant, j’ai posé mes yeux,
Dans les siens, cette immensité bleue,
Un an déjà, et désormais je suis partie,
Pour suivre mon cœur, grâce à lui.

20.03.18 pour le 1.04.18


Mais l’amour disparaît, la Mort l’emporte,
Et voilà que s’ouvre cette étrange porte,
Dans le black-out de la journée, je me noie,
L’ivresse m’étourdit, je pleure sur toi,
Amour rapide, mais désormais mort,
Un an après, je pleure sur toi, je pleure encore.

22.03.18 pour le 8.04.18


1878, au cœur de la vieille Angleterre,
Mais pour moi, c’était l’année dernière,
Quand l’Institut devint ma maison,
Je dansais au rythme de son violon,
Trop tôt parti par le Mal, on l’habilla,
D’ivoire, pour ceux qui ne vieilliront pas.



Pour sauver les gens il faut m’empêcher,
De m’attacher ainsi à leurs personnalités,
Comme celui qui fuit avec crainte,
S’échappant en groupe du labyrinthe,
Détruisant les Méchants pas si bons,
Mourant sans Remède durant l’invasion.



Tu ne peux te coucher près de moi,
Ni me toucher quand ça ne va pas,
Tu es présent, mais invisible aux yeux,
Des véritables gens et de tous ceux,
Qui me croient obsessionnelle,
Mais si seulement tu étais réel…



When I walk along the sea,
Mick always tries to save me,
When I cross the bridge, he says,
‘Don’t. Things gonna be good anyway.’
But I feel the sadness and the sorrow,
‘Mick, you should let me go.’



Au pays des danses et des chants,
Des musiques et des instruments,
Par-delà les collines, je m’en vais,
Au milieu du lac, je veux me noyer,
Quand soudain l’Enfer me rappelle,
Car rien n’est réel.



Moon of my Love, Love of my Moon,
Walk on the beach and I’ll see you soon,
You love me and I love you too,
But Hunters hunt as they must do,
My Witches Drums come and say,
‘You’ll be loved for Valentine’s Day’

07.02.19 for 14.02.19

A Limerick Poem

Aujourd’hui, un petit exercice Irlandais…
Eux aussi ont leur version des « Haïkus ». Un « Limerick » est un poème où la première, seconde et cinquième phrases ont la même rime et le même nombre de syllabes, allant de 7 à 10. La troisième et quatrième phrases ont la même rime, différente des autres, et où le nombre de syllabes peut aller de 5 à 7.
Pour plus d’infos, cliquer sur ce lien, pour avoir des exemples de Limericks.
Je me suis essayé à ce jeu et voici ce qui est sorti de mon cerveau…
Bonne lecture !

There was a clever boy called Mick,
An Irish man so sweet and kick,
When I fell in love,
He gave me a dove,
For our wedding in Limerick.

The bloody road of Renwez

When the fierce month of september came to try,
To depressing me, I’m cooking blueberry pie,
Drink a pint of beer and a Whiskey glass,
That’s a Paddy’s cure, watch your own ass.

Grab some popcorn and look the same movie,
In the town of Nice with man’s best friend Bibi,
Saluted mother dear, call me darling sister,
‘Cause it’s family’s tradition forever and ever.

’till, my spirit let’s fly toward the ocean side,
Then the Loctudy lighthouse is in my mind,
Oh, Brittany your awful home, let me tell ya,
You’re not the worst holidays than Corsica !

Drown in a creepy pool and a curse lake,
But if I dont’ know swim, it’s my mistake,
Scary, eerie, deadly stepmom hide the way,
If you’d don’t only listen, sorry I’ve to run away.

But, the mushrooms, I still remember, yes
When you played piano, I was so reckless,
Sis’ and you always understood each other,
‘Cause I was a cheater, stealer, so addict reader.

And I have no life, no lover to prove untrue,
I parked my car in the graveyard in a foggy dew,
I banished ghosts, goblins and one gnome,
In the bloody road of Renwez, your home.

All the bad are good, all the good are bad,
And my mate says « Ali, you look so sad »,
Juste ’cause my country kill me like my daddy,
Blood began to boil, I’ll escape this with Baby.

All on my own, I’ll go to the Brit Kingdom,
When any town in the North would be home,
In London starving or in Dublin, I cry,
I’d be better to die beneath an Irish sky.

Called meself a fool, but I can’t stay,
For an another unhappy bloody birthday,
Oh, glorious dead, in my dreams I go,
In Paddy’s Pud, I let out my sorrow,
Nightmares must end, the world must know,
We all depend on the devil below.

Happy Father’s Day

Our Father in heaven,
Is watching your five children,

See what the war did it to us,
Watch the beginning of the curse,
See my anger and my tears,
See all my dreams di­sappear,
Hear my voice and my cry,
And see my hopes all die.

See my blood and my life,
My weapons and your knife,
Inside me, see the Darkness,
See when I’m homeles­s,
Hear me howling at the moon,
Because the end come soon.

See when I feel so cold,
When the sun burn my World,
You know the North remember,
So, see the Devil on my shoulder,
And now, look at the skyfall,
This is the end, let me drown.

Today, it’s the Fath­er’s Day,
And, is how I should pray.

Happy Mother’s Day

Roses are red,
Sky is blue,
Everybody is dead,
So, I love you.

Hell is crimson,
Heaven is white,
You don’t have a son,
But a daughter of knight.

The flowers are yellow,
Birds are singing,
I’m not a hero,
‘Cause World is burning.

The sun goes down,
The stars come out,
I’m on my own,
But please don’t shout.

Angels are falling,
Demons has a price,
But my voice sing,
My love never dies.


Run, Girl, Run, This Timeline is bad,
Run, Girl, Run, The world become mad,
Run, Girl, Run, Doppelgangers will come,
Run, Girl, Run, Your body will numb,
Run, Girl, Run, They want to kill you,
Run, Girl, Run, It’s your only rescue.

One day, it’s gonna be happen,
But now, it’s time to run.

Run, Girl, Run, The Death is behind you,
Run, Girl, Run, Your enemy is here too,
Run, Girl, Run, The nightmares are real,
Run, Girl, Run, There are no escape here,
Run, Girl, Run, The shadows are in the night,
Run, Girl, Run, Because you never can fight.

One day, you’ll see the sun,
But now, Alisone, it’s time to run…


Last Year

Father, the year finally comes, here,
I feel that’s rise my fear,
10 years ago, the sad farewell,
You’re in Heaven and I’m in Hell.
I heard the same horrible song,
I promise you, I will be strong,
Voices in my head always try,
Say me everybody gonna die…