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poetry - Philippe Rovere

Little things

Listen to the little inner voice,
Accept little mistakes,
Take care of little things,
Take a step today for tomorrow.

A tomorrow a tad less material,
A tomorrow a tad more spiritual !

A little bit more sharing,
A little bit more wondering.

An action for tomorrow, tiny,
An action toward humanity.


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Close to the fire

The fire seized me,
Blazed my heart as if I were a tree.
No way to resist,
No way to escape,
I was stuck to the fire’s landscape.

Feeling tremendously big,
Tremendously secure,
Tremendously free,
With the fire, my friend,
Free to breathe and love the world
And let it be.

The forested smell of smoke,
Cracks and swish,
All that invites me to be mild.
Mild, wide and wise,
Wise, wide and wild !

How many fires at once burn on earth ?
How many houses, families and hearths ?
Stars and memories twinkling ?
Eyes and bodies trembling ?
How many entwined stories ride the nights ?
… flickering as candles, roaming as knights …

No way to resist,
No way to escape.

No way further on to be the one
That I have never been.
No way to mistake the plan
That leads me out of spleen.

From this time on, close to the fire place,
The only way to be, will be to be
The cat, the cat poet purring of poetry !


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A lovely place to find

There is a lovely place to find,
Where lives the heart, where lives the mind,
A lovely place that you must sense,
Something which is truly intense.

Something you touch but you can’t catch,
Otherwise it will never match,
It could be close, it could be far,
It lies where love and friendships are.

All its perfume and all its taste,
All will come to you without haste,
At the right place, at the right time,
At the right pace, at the right rhyme.

Hardly willing to bite the bait,
Seldom freedom counsels to wait.
And will the winner be the ace,
That mystery I like to face !

Look at the grey and clever rat,
Look at the white and mighty cat,
Who knows who has the slightest chance
To first escape the mortal dance ?

I love to know that I am dust,
I love to be the star I trust,
And I will say, cause I’m alive,
I love to be, I love to strive !

Is it better to creep or fly ?
Is it smarter to smile or cry ?
Let’s put all these questions aside,
Just go back to the dream and ride !

Cause there’s a lovely place to find,
Where lives the heart, where lives the mind,
A lovely place that you must sense,
Something which is truly intense.

Something you touch but you can’t catch,
Otherwise it will never match,
It could be close, it could be far,
It lies where love and friendships are.

All its perfume and all its taste,
All will come to you without haste,
At the right place, at the right time,
At the right pace, at the right rhyme.


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She is not dead, poetry !

She is not dead, poetry.

She shows her fangs, her claws,
She has faith, she believes, creates her own laws,
She sneaks in, makes a primal scream, follows the forces of life’s dream !

She invents a world in her image,
She releases herself from the cage,
She plants the future seeds
And with those fruits, she feeds.

She is not dead… poetry…

In the night, she captures the moon’s echoes,
On the back of the dunes, she sweeps, she blows,
She is not afraid, she is linked to the core,
She peddles, claims the soul of the world knocking at her door !

She moves or not…
She stands, she hops !
Look, look and see…

She is not dead, poetry !


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Fly away

Fly away light,
Curled into the coiled high clouds,
Wild voluble soluble bubbles,
Fly away, frivolous and ethereal.

Fly away light, rise cleansed,
Released, freed from the bounds,
New bird, young bird,
Fly away light, rise, cleansed by the sky.


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The Gift

Like these soap bubbles that fly away and go away and that burst at leisure,
Beautiful, true and dying mirror of my cells,
Bouquet gift of autumn, how much you fill me with pleasure.
Stronger than all, each day that passes, a little more, ephemeral,
I love you and by far, I choose you…

… over all these things that we use and abuse,
Senselessly, incessantly, gifts that we amass
And that mass-produce our afflictions
And that rot our affections
And that end up turning our hearts usually bliss,
Into bland and cold and sad loneliness factories.

So I say again,

Like these soap bubbles that fly away and go away and that burst at leisure,
Stronger than all, each day that passes, a little more,
Ephemeral gift of life, you I desire.
In me, in you, the fire that already states
That gift ounce of life we have inside, innate !

Do you see the gift of our eyes,
Do you hear the gift of our ear-drums,
Do you see, do you hear the gift of falling autumns ?

And the gift-caress of a sunset sky,
The gift-solace of a hand on the cheek of the child,
The gift caress-solace of a hand on the cheek of life…

… in me, in you, in the yields of our feasts,
In our nutty-nougaty nights,
In our fires, in the starry alcove,
Do you hear the cadence-gift of our voices,
Do you sense the gift of our intimate torsos, embraced by our arms,
When heart of our chests, we open and offer to ourselves,
That velvet, warmth so delicate, of our embodied souls, that love innate ?

Perhaps these are the gifts in which we must partake.

So I say again,

Like these soap bubbles that fly away and go away and that burst at leisure,
Stronger than all, each day that passes, a little more, ephemeral, all I desire is you.
I love you far and near and that’s why,
Even deciduous, I gather, I cherish,
This dear companion,
This perishable,
This life’s
Gift
!


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Between future and past

Balancing between future and past,
I remember the thoughts that last,
Sitting dreamily in my armchair,
I remember when I am there.

Amazed how the birds go fast,
Intentionally tied to their wings,
My heart beats and swings !

It is the feather-bird in the air,
Somehow it is alive somewhere !

I amble again for moments there,
Sitting dreamily in my armchair,
And fathoming as far as I can remember,
Come the notes from the flute of the future !

Wherever I seek,
That something I know,
Gives me back a peek,
Strikes me as a sharpened arrow.

Lively beautiful mystery-melody I know.


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London’s bricks

While downstairs people take the tube
Trampling on the newspaper anecdotes,
Bricks outside give the tune
Forming in the air the melody’s notes.

Everywhere bricks !

Brown ones, bright red modern ones,
Greyish black smoggy and dusty ones
And the old ones, the sandy yellow crinkled bricks…

… whose primary grit still sits
In the frantic beat
Of the crazy streets of

London !

Like the zest of a palimpsest,
The touch of the past it makes.
Coming from the primordial Thames,
Here are the roots of their fames.

From the thousand roofs and chimneys’ alchemy
Through the houses’ avenues and alleys’ harmony,
In each of their wrinkles nestles a story.

And among this clayey melting pot,
Patchwork of the working city,
Is exactly where I’m having a rest and my tea…

… thinking that :

From mud and debris,
Ashes and cinders,
Spewed from my poetic-volcanic kilns,
Built of ubiquitous bricks,
London is maybe,

A Phoenix !


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The power of flowers

Flower, you’ve got the power,
Soon dead, bare born,
You’ve got the power to give my nose a flavour.

And this flavour, oh flower, lightly touches my thoughts.
Inner garden, outer garden,
Garden of my loves.

Flower, you’ve got the power to sneak in.

Your language is a colour,
Your language is an odour,
Your language is a touch.

You’ve got the power to hush me,
One day, flower, you will be my cemetery.

Then through you, will flourish my posthumous farewell,
For ever, the soul of a man that one may smell.


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Sweet airiness

Sweet and old
…airiness…
Flower of my soul
… woven with hopes …
Dear and joyous to my heart.
Oh ! Extreme bliss.
Oh ! Sweetness.


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Colour

That colour it is blue.
Blue as your eyes, blue as the sea.
It is anti-blue. It is black, like the blues of the dark nights.
These nights when the blue is encased in the dark.
A mangled blue, a strangled blue,
A blue engulfed in the bleak black.

That colour it is blue.
Blue as the time of our reunion.
Sky-blue on the straw bales… golden yellow in the sun !
Golden yellow in a green meadow, the very one where my head lies,
My eyes into the colour of you, that of pure blue.

That of two blue air clouds into a greyish sky.
A winter sky in the full August time.
Two drops of doubt within the loss of hope.
Loss of hope that you may close your eyes
And I would no longer see that colour,
That of you, that of your luminous blue.


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I promise

I will give you, you all,
I will give you weakness,
I promise.

I will give you, you all,
I will give you vulnerability,
I promise.

I will do my best to put into the air
Nothing more than the needs
And ideas of the present time.

Nothing more than the rain that falls,
Nothing more than the cat that sits.

Nothing more than the thirst and hunger
By which on earth I am lively trapped !

I will give you, you all,
I will give you patience and strength,
I promise.

From life’s energy, I will let the best
Go through me, longing for the best by itself !

Nothing more than the sun that shines,
Nothing more than the bird that sings.

I will deal and dance
With the one who may want to step in,
I will remain the trout in the stream.

I will deal and dance
With all of a sudden, the dirt of anger.

I will give a chance
To the possible friend beyond the stranger.

I will give you who I am,
It’s amply enough for the flow,
This is the magic ingredient for a good dough.

I will give you, you all,
I will give you weakness,
I promise.

I will give you, you all,
I will give you vulnerability,
I promise.

I will give you, you all,
I will give you patience and strength,
I promise.


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Rain attracts me

Rain attracts me, rain extracts me
From my noxious dream, of a cemented world full of stingy will
Drop by drop, I wake up
Drop by drop, it moves me up
The flip flap flop of falling drops arouses me
Flows onto my back, it drums, my skin it taps.

A rat, it’s disgusting, yet so clean
Is probably hiding beneath my hat, under my skin
And on my way to Aeolus’ wind
On my little face of a mouse in a field
She tumbles, she spatters
Fine tremors, life abounds
Water’s tom-tom, my skin shivers, my skin resounds.

I go, I sail, I cast off
I leave this earth and all these shops
I leave its business with no delay
And come, and come, and come what may.

Rain your little bells rekindle me
Under your lead, I trot, I trot
You are the blessed bread, the antidote
You play the tombstone, the gutter-conduit
You crackle in the gravel of the cemetery
In puddles, you make bubbles
At my ears, you jingle-tinkle.

On the parvis, yourself you splash
You chime, you rhyme, you bounce, you smash !
You chime, you rhyme, you bounce, you smash !



Fine needles are falling into a spin along my spine
Thousands of ballerinas are dancing divine
Around me, they revolve
Me dressed of drops, me mystified.

To all these heaven fairies
This rain of pearls, to these undines
Which offer a gentle babble
A sleigh bell, subtle
To all these heaven fairies
This rain of pearls, to these undines
To nixies, nymphs, naiads, sibyl sisters :

Thanks, thanks, thanks !


Philippe Rovere
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Let’s humanize

Let’s connect,

Let’s prod,

Let’s interact,

Let’s work,

Let’s love !

Let’s be surprised,

Let’s amuse,

Let’s humanize !


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