Birdy Animal, another quickquirk poem

I saw an animal in my house…

I think it’s a bird

It has two wings you can see

Above its head

It can fly for sure

Proof is : it was on the floor

And suddenly on my bed

This bird has a long tail

A feather it is

The wings work with an engine

I can hear the engine in the bird

On the bed in front of me

Purr… purr…

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“La bise”, another quickquirk poem

This continuous icy quiet wind

Who enterslips in your neck

Encolding your deepest bones

We call it “La Bise”

She makes the sun stands wrongly like a nothing

A dewarmed light a cold useless bulb

The sky is blue but the snow can not melt on the bench

I took this pic of proud snowballs

Then went back home walking and grinning

Behind tall windows

On the bed

In the sun magically warmed back

For a happy dreamy nappy-nap

There, I heared a silver laugh

 

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Ruling it out – a quickquirk poem

We learn “the other” like a foreign language

Like we learn how to read

In case of passion the travel is long

The stages quirky, out of the ordinary, et insolite

The length of time function of the curiosity

 

Musicians do their sound

Whatever the instrument :

This sound is in their head

 

Should you be happy of what you predicted?

 

No suffering in any relationship

What do you reproach suffering for

Ruling it out –

– Que reprochez-vous à la souffrance pour rêver de l’exclure ?

 

Our prison is an illusion

Walls are there, but they don’t close

We can peel our nose and eye off the wall

And walk along along along

It is only a labyrinth

 

Like we learn how to read, comme on apprend à lire

– Shh shh tout va bien se passer

 

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The loss of the suffering

teens fall they are often sick they are lobsters

soft inside

 

climb hierarchy

until the spot you’re useless

 

sometimes one misses the wind

walk under the rain

fingers touching

 

the dirty smell of betrayal

ghosts

 

when they say “stop thinking” they say “you bore us”

shut up is a should

 

missing :

to grow under gratifying watch

 

we all bloggers always say the same story

variations

 

the music you used to listen to with your father

tapes

 

someone who will always reassure you about how much you mean

dream dream

 

of an human relation which spares and can do without the suffering

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Silence

to talk to preserve oneself from danger

to stay quiet to preserve oneself from danger

who’s right both are

one seeing word as a happy messenger

one paralyzed speechless on a piece of ice on a sea

if one talks it could cause suffering

maybe not

one agrees to be prisoner of the temptation of silence

one goes back in water and swims and stays silent

both knows

nothing can be saved by words

words are

morbid insects or

repairing faeries

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