“The Flood”
Soaked to the skin
Of a thousand dispersive clouds
We walk on.
There is no where to shelter
Except under the floating tears
Of those who walked by
Yesterday and yesterday and yesterday.
No one speaks
There is no laughter
Only the realization
We are getting fewer and fewer
In the teeming rain
That never stops.
And this time
There will be no Noah.
—
Jacques du Lumèrie
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(untitled)
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You who was born silent
Spoke but once in a thousand years,
Saying that you were sorry
To crack the quiet reflections of the day.
Your silence is a gift
In a world of so many words.
They will not understand you
For your silence.
Your ears are for the stream,
For the wind;
For the people of snowflakes.
You only communicate
With a smile.
I know you have not forgotten
Those times we shared
Before they began to kill us
For being silent.
—
Jacques du Lumèrie
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“End Of Time”
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Our children’s children
Are all we sing for
In these black fields
Of loneliness.
They are all that matter now
We realise,
As we carry our little bundles
Onto the edge of eternity.
Each one of us remembering
How beautiful death can be
To a dying man.
—
Jacques du Lumèrie
Comments (34)
Jacques du Lumerie… powerful images via words painted with passion. Here’s someone else I’m going to need to look into considerably. Great posts. Peace.
great stuff today… the flood, awesome.
Whoa…not sure which one touched me the most..But I will say they are all quite deep;the depth making me think of several things as I read.I love the the last poem…the last couple lines…Death can be beautiful I guess..if it is not you dying….thanks for the visit….but the poem was just a personal prayer…for me..hmmm..Dorothea
sometimes I feel death is another ohase of our existence…not on earth but in some kind of conscious order…my thoughts….
The last lines of “End of Time” strike a chord. Yeah… death is beautiful to a dying person. One day death will pay for the suffering it has caused. It will die, and none will mourn its passing.
My musical tastes are somewhat limited. I like some of the Baroque style, as well as the piano works of DeBussy. I can handle some classical music, but I don’t have a steady diet of it. It drives me mad after a while. I enjoy some of Segovia’s works, a little Beethoven once in a while, Tchaichovsky, Rimsky-Korsikov, Telliman…
Of course, there are even some blues that I like, but most of it is harmonica driven instrumentals. Sometimes the worst thing that can happen to a song is someone will write lyrics for it and sing. I can handle some early Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Three Dog Night, but they would never be found in my CD collection.
Yeah, I guess my heart is more in tune to rock and roll.
Terry, I know that sometimes we don’t always see eye to eye. One thing, though, is that there are areas where we do agree. I don’t always agree with the people I come into contact with, but I will never allow the differences in opinion to come between us. I learn from them and they learn from me. Thank you for the lessons I’ve learned over the last few months.
One day the jingoist voices will be silenced. Peace will abound and love will triumph. I looked the other way and considered other possibilities and realized that if I am wrong, then the bad guys will win and all of our voices will have spoken in vain. In my outlook, the good guys win and life goes on.
Have a great day.
Jim
The day we all agree will be the day this world is full of clones.
I told the great haikuist that I think up piffy comments!
Agreed!
Jim
Very nice, all three.
I think the last one, “End of Time”, is especially beautiful.
These are all beautiful, very nice but, they are more, deeper, richer, I know there is a lot more meaning behind each one of them. They need study.
Great depth and very bleak~
nice flipside alter xanganality…my lunch of yumminess was made at a place named pineapple’s this day…
hello
“As we carry our little bundles
Onto the edge of eternity.”
‘Specially like that one…..
the poet
sees a haiku but the child
sees a sunset
piffy or otherwise….
I have never heard of this man before but liked his work. It is a fallacy that Australia is always hot ,we do get some hot weather in the summer but even the hot spots are cooler than usual, funnily enough Adelaide which is down south gets the warmest of the upper states at times, so we definitely need an air conditioner .South Australia is mainly made up like the rest of Australia with deserts in the middle no water there, so everyone lives round the edges and inland a few miles. When you travel interstate, you get long stretches of nothingness. The towns are alright and we do have some good scenic spots but it is reaching them. I never look at the Aussie soaps never have, so know nothing about them. Once something Aussie comes on and I hear their monotone voices, as they can’t act. I turn over, the better actors go abroad. Cheers marj
That was an interesting comment you left me. I’d like to reply to it but I’m a bit stoned so I’m going to copy it over here so I don’t forget it. I hope that’s ok. If its not, you can delete it.
“Was it so disgusting or does only the adult you think so?”
Before the kiss I was a little stirred up and it didn’t feel real right. He wanted to keep ‘us’ a secret.
“If there was no real sex then it might just have been two lonely people.”
I wasn’t lonely, I wasn’t seeking company particularly, but it was welcome. I talked, as I said, of how he liked little girls.
“This world has become obsessed with paedaphilla, that a man and a child can not be friends without sex being there somewhere.”
Yes, I agree with this. I haven’t particularly liked people accusing Charles Dodgson of this. Rabbi Shmuely Boteach who was (is?) a very close friend of Michael Jackson’s, says Michael would never have done the things he’s accused of.
“Most men do not want sex with children but they will befriend anyone if they are lonely men.” They have to be subject to the social bounds. Where I live it is rude not to hail up a person older than you as you pass each other. If old people pat your hair and give you candies that is fine. But when I brought my son to the UK, I would have to teach him its not fine. There are too many pederasts and other weirdos in the UK for me to have taken a chance. A man of 27 should be aware that it isn’t good to encourage a child to trust older men.
“That kiss must have just been a thank you.” Although I didn’t know it at the time it was too passionate. Actually at the time I kept thinking what horrible spotty skin he had.”
“Wrong, very wrong, but really disgusting?” Yes really. It hurt at the time, and the more I became aware of the whole thing the more it was shameful.
“Are you not seeing yourself as a child through adult eyes?” Partly, probably.
Jacques seems depressed. These are some of his weightier works. I hope he returns to his romantic nature. Although death is inevitable, we don’t have to dwell on it. But we all have our days. I was going to remain silent, but then they might kill me… (the untitled one evidently moved me the most)
Terry, you reach beyond what most people are able to even find within themselves. You are a beautiful example of humanity! Infinite Blessings
Xanga poetry that not only doesn’t suck, but is actually quite fantastic. Thank you!
I haven’t quite figured out how this all comes together, however. These are all yours under different aliases, correct?
Regardless, they’re lovely. Thanks, again!
Oh, and thanks for the kind words!
Each one of us remembering
How beautiful death can be
To a dying man.
a heavy price for peace, the end of suffering?
As we carry our little bundles
Onto the edge of eternity
these are sobering and breath taking thoughts…
It’s sweet of you to say that. Thanks ^-^
Great and thoughtful images. Are you published anywhere? I normally don’t like poetry and I’m just obsessed with yours. Which says something about how good it is.
“How beautiful death can be
To a dying man.”
Wow…that is amazing.
the floating tears is a fabulous touch. the gift of silence is dead on, should silence be kept when being killed? “Do not go gentle….”. And singing is always a powerful idea, especially in black fields of loneliness. a pleasant ride through these three.
the first poem is amazing…but, what does teeming mean? i like the second and third..but sometimes poems about the end, kinda freak me out.
-stephanie
these were some good comments to soak in…
Good day to you Terry….
of course…they were good for a reason.
Great post.
Me who likes to look for silver linings in the blackest clouds, prolly needs folx like you around to keep me balanced. Well-expressed, you bleakie you.
i suppose death could be the only comfort.
this is a great piece.
End of Time, ah, how well I understand this poem! Melancholy babe here -:) Nice to see you at my site, I’ll be back here too…
I love the “floating tears.” Despite the despair in this poem, I find it calming and i am not sure why. Possibily it is your imagry. I know that “this time there will be no Noah” is not cause for calm. Perhaps I hear some resignation in the tone.
-Greer
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“the flood”
dats a nice poem just stopping by…propz.
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fantastic poems…
Jacques has outdone himself on these. Each has their own message. “Untitled” was outstanding….I guess you couldn’t think of a title but no title was appropriate for a poem that conveyed the simplicity of communicating with no words. And I have too much to say about death but I won’t but it is beautiful for some. Exceptional poetry!!!!
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