Poète
Musarde les
mots,
Les vagues
lui accordent le remous,
Les sifflets
du ciel chantant sur les lignes,
Une prose d’amour,
son histoire,
Il pleut il
fait beau pour le poète,
Poète qui
passe pour vous écrire ses mots.
Je cours
dans les champs, ma liberté,
Comme le
vent passe sur mes mots,
Je m’envole
comme l’ange qui me suit,
Rêvent d’un
demain plus vert,
De pas plus
léger dans le cosmos des mots,
Poète qui
passe pour vous écrire ses mots.
Poète je
suis devenu d’âge en âge,
J’ai planté
ma plume sur cette terre d’écriture,
Les sillons
de ma vie formée d’un fleuve ébrouent,
Poésies circulent dans mon âme philosophique,
Un jardin
remplis de roses piquantes sur mes doigts,
Poète qui
passe pour vous écrire ses mots.
Constellation
de prières d’un père lointain,
Toujours dans
l’envoler des mots, mon arc d’écrire,
L’amour indéfinissable du corps et de l’âme,
la philanthropie,
Ce conjointe
mes relations d’une voie lactée d’un ciel,
J’écris pour vous les sens de mon éveil,
jamais sans fin de mots,
Poète qui
passe pour vous écrire ses mots.
Poète qui
passe,
Ne reconnait
plus son âge,
Défile sans
cesse, une plume sur des pages,
Seul dans
un ciel indéfinissable de sens,
Une foi d’un
poète incontrôlable de mots,
Poète qui
passe pour vous écrire ses mots.
NICOLLE
Edmond le 9.12.2012
Créateur de
poésies depuis 1973
poet
Moons, Match
Waves give him the tub,
Whistles from heaven singing the lines,
Prose of love, history,
It's raining it's nice for the poet,
Poet password to write his words.
I run in the fields, my freedom,
As the wind passes over my words,
I'm flying like an angel who follows me,
Dream of a greener tomorrow,
No more light in the cosmos of words
Poet password to write his words.
I became a poet from age to age,
I planted my pen writing on this earth,
The furrows of my life formed a river snort,
Poems circulate in my soul philosophical
A garden full of roses prickly on my fingers,
Poet password to write his words.
Constellation prayers of a distant father,
Always fly in words, to write my bow,
Love indefinable body and soul, philanthropy,
This joint of my relationships Milky Way a sky
I write to you my sense awake, never endless words
Poet password to write his words.
Poet passes,
No longer recognizes his age
Scrolls constantly a feather pages,
Only in heaven indefinable sense
Faith of a poet uncontrollable words
Poet password to write his words.
NICOLLE Edmond 09/12/2012
Creator of poetry since 1973
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.wordpress.com/
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
Moons, Match
Waves give him the tub,
Whistles from heaven singing the lines,
Prose of love, history,
It's raining it's nice for the poet,
Poet password to write his words.
I run in the fields, my freedom,
As the wind passes over my words,
I'm flying like an angel who follows me,
Dream of a greener tomorrow,
No more light in the cosmos of words
Poet password to write his words.
I became a poet from age to age,
I planted my pen writing on this earth,
The furrows of my life formed a river snort,
Poems circulate in my soul philosophical
A garden full of roses prickly on my fingers,
Poet password to write his words.
Constellation prayers of a distant father,
Always fly in words, to write my bow,
Love indefinable body and soul, philanthropy,
This joint of my relationships Milky Way a sky
I write to you my sense awake, never endless words
Poet password to write his words.
Poet passes,
No longer recognizes his age
Scrolls constantly a feather pages,
Only in heaven indefinable sense
Faith of a poet uncontrollable words
Poet password to write his words.
NICOLLE Edmond 09/12/2012
Creator of poetry since 1973
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.wordpress.com/
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
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