#poetryinmotion : Dream / Rêve (Traduction FR / ENG)

Sujet : Rêve

(pour le coup la traduction ne peut pas suivre le même processus qu'en Anglais et reprendre le mot Catharsis en début et fin de vers, lisible de haut et bas et, inversement, je m'en excuse par avance, mais c'est impossible de garder le sens et les lettres/mots)

Effrayé par la nuit
Déguisant ses rêves ambivalents, acte irréfléchi
Elle apprit très tôt qu'elle devait obéir et se taire
Loin dans la brûme, elle s'en alla prier sur l'autel
Tout ce qu'ils surent était sa soumission à Ra
Brûlante de vie, ils dansèrent sur leur proie
Des messagers firent sa perte à travers les chemins
Ils l’assommèrent de peurs, l'exhortant à l'au-delà
La Mort la séduisant quand son destin n'était qu'un rêve imaginé

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Picture prompt : Dream

Caught in the fright of darkness
Ambivalent her needs in disguise she didn't calculate factor Pi
Taught early she had to obey and not fuss
High in the midst she went to prey at the altar
All they knew was her submission to Ra
Roaring with life, they strive at their catch
Sending all over the world messengers of her debt
Induced feelings of fear into her heart to join Valhalla
Seducing her to death as her fate was a dream of denying psychic

#PoetryInMotion

You may have noticed (or not) i used the trick from Shawn D. Standfast "Tango" acrostich and had much fun with "catharsis". You may read it vertically (first letters) and reversed (last letters) of each verse. It's the first time I try this and I am pretty happy with how it sorted. It made me think of it, instead of writing with the flow as I usually do.

Poison Ivy

Poison Ivy
Climbing your thoughts
Delicious treat of death
Will has no meaning
She will take you up a scale of unique understanding
Lay you in a daze of plea
You won't know before you beg for more
Your life is just beginning
A fuel for death gives all its sense
Poison Ivy stole it from you
One step back
You fall free
Darkness is your last ennemy


xx ;-)

Old story

how does it come silence becomes unbearable noise?
how does it come noise becomes impossible choice?
one thought of undone desire, a mess in our life,
a longing for attention, exclusive to others,
an ultimate call before the end.
nothing can happen when chemistry is only in words
a so called lust for rhymes hurting so much
bare in your hands, like never in others,
time to move over has come,
I give you back to the unknown history
no fight, no commiseration,
love is long gone,
twenty years with an obsession
your skin under my thumb
did you ever meant any love
or interest only was your guide?
this scheme seems overplayed
but then a constant in my life
misery over longing
past phantoms of my pride
I dare you now to come and sank
your heart is mine
everlasting perfection
in eternity you are drowned
I forget now your name
and let you go into oblivion.
SD
24/01/2014

Dark feelings

Beaming as it is
He got her from start
A shot of pleasure in words
Sweet delights lost
In false hopes and day dreams

Day dreams she hoped to forget
In a daze of romantic feelings
In the arms of a willing nobody
A flash of indignity
Her prospect for his need

His need always coming first
She knew from start to be defeated
No turning back possible
As he selfishly blew her heart into million pieces

These precious pieces she cared for
Remainings of a past only she could understand
Delving into them when needed
To renew her vow of darkness

Somber darker needs she had to revive
To be able to create all new feelings
Despair her best guide to the unknown
Dealing with her past and present loves

Une pente, une fente / A slope, a crack

Une pente, une fente, baiser de l’infini
Ou pore exsudant mille pensées à faire,
Une pente glissante, un dessous de lit
Une fente amante, entrée du serpent de mer…
Racoler les mots, les toucher d’ambiguïté,
Du sang, trouble à vomir,
Garder en toute impunité,
La fente dessinée.
A chaque va-et-vient on retourne,
Là où la pente est figée, la fente en larmes.
Délaissant cet angle, vue lascive et repentir,
De maux lourds de sens, laissez-vous emporter.




Une pente, une fente, dessert sans amertume
On le retrouve à la une, on le hume,
Une pente glissante, amour préjugé,
Une fente amante, guerre terminée…
Que l’on retrouve une pente dans l’histoire,
C’est l’Histoire qui fait la fente.
Une humeur lascive s’empare du plus pur dessein
Devenant mort de l’âme dans l’art, d’instinct…
Il n’y a plus de rime, passive Ariane tu vis sur le fil,
L’histoire décousue a perdue son fil…




Sur une pente amère
Ou une fente amène,
Peu importe la cause
C’est toujours de la prose…


(Pente et fente sont consanguines…).




14/09/93 et 28/03/01
sd




A slope, a crack, kiss of infinity
Or pore exuding one thousand thoughts to be made,
A slippery slope, a bottom of bed
A mistress' crack, entered by an awe-inspiring spectre…
Tout for the words, touch them with ambiguity,
Some blood, shady to vomit,
Guard with complete impunity,
Thee drawn crack.
With every comings and goings we return,
Where the slope is congealed, the crack in tears.
Abandoning this angle, lascivious sight and to regret,
From heavy troubles full of sense, allow yourself to be taken.


A slope, a crack, dessert without bitterness
We find it on the front page, we smell it,
A slippery slope, prejudged love,
A mistress' crack, ended war…
Which we find, a slope in the story,
It's History which makes the crack.
A lascivious humor seizes the purest intention
Becoming the dead of an art soul, by instinct…
There is no rhyme anymore, passive Ariane, you lived on a thread,
The story, disconnected, lost its thread…


On a bitter slope
Or an affable crack,
No matter the cause
It's always prose…


(Slope and crack are bloody geminies)

Mayfly light overdue

(this one Sherlocked, you've been warned!)

Mayfly substitute of love and kindness,
Pouring debilitant faith in unity,
This man broke the law of fair amusement,
And i miss him more than i thought possible,
Mayfly till no more games,
Will it work for me to give it a try again?
This little heart of mine likes nice play.
My secret sherlocked reviewer got me wrong,
One warm sigh, another, bliss, i moan for him again.

Lights of desire

I made a vow with damned darkness,
A precious pain to go forward,
Put the words into precious packages,
A golden tie to shine all through,
I sent it to you as a reminder,
My own expectations gone lower and lower,
A light push of desire bubbling inside,
Made it all explode as a clock of warmness,
No definition for this ultimate freedom,
As the time goes and engulf my last breath.

12/01/2013

Light or dark feary feast

Will he surrender to lust?
I have this demand of romance
Why is it so impossible to fulfill for one man?
I have this crave of gentleness
Would it be selfish to make our life as one?
I can't be the one as it comes
Why would i be out of all the funny games?
Freedom for me is something i hate at times

Hiding in the darkest place

Not everything can ease my mind tonight,
Dark shadows play in my ground,
New year eve so promising,
Fun in my own little world,
I forgot how life would get it back at me,
A coup at my little heart,
Beating fast towards its end,
No fate secluded in my life,
Even the little selfish games denied,
Disappointment in all its glory.

Red pants

Red as silly little pants,
Adorned with laces of thoughts and unselfishness,
You will attract him for less,
A gentle breeze over my ass,
A spank not wanted,
Craved till completion,
Given without compromission,
My heart is spinning with love and understanding,
No one will ever take him in charge,
Forever more, forever closed.

11/01/2014

Special reviewer

I lost it to my special reviewer,
fun thrust till it was no more a game,
he dived into motion to satisfy me,
three, four times, a hype in power and lust,
was it me, a romantic as ever,
was it him, a player i don't give a damn,
a bitter thought i try to make mine,
such plays aren't for me, definitely,
from now on ended, like a sting to my skin,
i want to cry and i don't even know him,
how can i be so stupid and shameless
to let myself dive into sorrow,
one tear drop, maybe two and i will forget you,
maybe one more...

11/01/2014
sd

Quand ton image me poursuit / When your visage haunts me

Quand ton image me poursuit,
Mauvais rêve : mi-dieu, mi-homme
J’imagine encore le son de ta voix
Je la recrée partout en moi.


Chaque sourire, chaque moment,
Comme autant de phares immobiles
C’est à peine si je peux penser
Ce que sera demain sans témoins,
Ta présence à mes côtés,
Je ne demande rien de moins,
Chaque sourire, chaque regard aimant,
Comme autant de non-dits fragiles.


Quand ton image me poursuit…


Des morceaux d’histoires
Qu’on se raconte à demi-mots
Comme s’ils n’existaient pas,
N’avaient pas de place dans nos cœurs.


Des morceaux d’histoires
Des lambeaux de chaleur
Qu’on se colle à la peau
Comme autant d’oublis de la réalité fatale.


Ce sont ces petits mots, donnés à ta vie
Glissés dans la maison, dans ton sommeil
Ce sont ces désirables maux, donnés à ma vie
Mangés sans raison gardée, doux comme le miel…


Déchirés pour mieux les partager…




Soulagement d’amour et d’ombre
Source de lumière et de peine
Soit là demain pour acquitter enfin…
La dette et le dessein.


Ton nom, en conscience, à peine effleure
Laisse le cœur enflammé…
Que ne laisses-tu ton prénom
Toucher le cœur sans affront ?


Soulagement d’amour et d’ombre
Telle est la volonté d’un cœur sombre
Soit là demain, pour acquitter enfin…
La dette et le dessein.


Quand ton image me poursuit…
Déchirée pour mieux la partager…
Amour… guide-le vers son destin…
Destinée cruelle qui ne voit pas ma fin…


sept-93 et mars-2001
sd

When your visage haunts me,
Bad dream: half-god, half-man
I imagine again the sound of your voice
I replay it all over me.

Each smile, each moment,
Looking like still headlights,
If only I could think of
What tomorrow will be without witnesses,
You by my side,
I ask for nothing less,
Each smile, each loving gaze,
Like fragile moments unsaid.

When your visage haunts me...

Pieces of stories
We tell each other almost silently
As if they did not exist,
And had no place in our hearts.

Pieces of stories
Shreds of heat
That sticks to the skin
Like oblivion to a fatal reality.

These are little words, given to your life
Swiped through the house, in your dreams,
These are desirable pains, given to my life
Eaten, no kept reason, sweet as honey...

Torn to share them at best...

Relief by love and shadow
Source of light and sorrow
Be there tomorrow to pay finally...
Debt and intention.

Your name, consciously, barely brushes
Let your heart burning...
Why don't you leave it
Touch the core without indignity?

Relief by love and shadow
Such is the will of a somber heart,
Be there tomorrow to pay finally,
Debt and intention.

When your visage haunts me
Torn to share her at best,
Love... guide him to his destiny,
Cruel destiny, which doesn't see my end.

Hébétée par les longues années d'amitié / Dulled by long years of friendship

Hébétée par les longues années d'amitié
Il y a des trous dans ma mémoire
Des gens qu’il vaut mieux oublier
Des … que la force guide vers l’inconscience,
Des … que la force libère des mauvais moments.


Hébétée par le temps qui court
La pensée bascule vers ceux qu’on aime
Vers ceux qu’on n’oublie pas
Quels que soient la fatigue ou l’amour
Dont on s’entoure pour ne pas penser…


A la peur de tout perdre
Je joins la crainte de ne pas le rencontrer
De ne pas savoir y croire
De ne pas valoir la peine de me noyer dans son cœur.


Hébétée par le temps qui court
Je me retourne sur des idées,
Mes idoles en fumée,
Quel que soit le plaisir de désirer
Je me retrouve sur des planches d’idées noires.


Hébétée par les longues années d'amitié
Pour cet homme rencontré au lycée
Je guette mes instants de volonté
Pour retrouver ma liberté,
Assassinée pour un cœur lié…


3/10/93 et 28/03/01
sd


Dulled by long years of friendship
There are blanks in my memory
People it's better to forget
Some, strength guides towards unconsciousness
Some, strength releases from tough moments

Dulled by long running days
My thoughts drift towards those we love
And ones we will never forget
Whatever the feeling of tiredness or love
We numbly surround ourselves

With fear to lose everything
My way may never come accross his
Have enough strength to believe in it
And be worth drowning myself in his heart


Dulled by long running years
I turn around flooted ideas
My idols, vanishing smokes
Whatever the feeling of desire
I find myself on dark sides of thoughts

Dulled by long years of friendship
For this man met in high school
I look for moments of strength
To find my freedom
Dead for a bound heart

Quelques gouttes d'encre / A few drops of ink

Quelques gouttes d’encre
Un plume qui me guette, au détour d’une ligne
Un papillon se pose et ferme ses ailes
De son dernier vol, il goûte la beauté.
Comme un papillon, laisses la vie te quitter
Avec l’amour, vis le dernier instant d’un autre.
Une plume légère s’échappe et dessine son trait de lumière,


Pour quelques gouttes de sang…


Quelques gouttes d’encre s’échappent d’un cœur
S’enfuient par des routes parallèles
Pour peindre d’autres aquarelles.
Quelques mères s’inquiètent,
Des perles de pluie dans les yeux,
De te voir trouver mieux
Que désirer les cieux.


Pour quelques gouttes de sang…


Quelques gouttes d’encre
Achèvent le dessin de l’ancre.
Un papillon se pose et ferme ses ailes.
Ce bateau, œuvre d’un temps révolu
Se voit relégué au musée des corps défendus.
Comme un papillon, il s’est posé sur le sable mouillé
Avec l’amour de ses derniers maîtres pour compagnon,
D’une plume légère s’échappent quelques lambeaux de souvenirs,


Quelques bouts d’amour.


3/10/93 et 29/03/01


A few drops of ink
A feather lies in wait for me at a corner line,
A butterfly settles and closes its wings
In a surreal flight, blessed by a sense of beauty.
Like a butterfly, let life leave you...
With love, live the last moment of another.
A delicate feather escapes and draws its ray of sunshine,

For a few drops of blood...


A few drops of ink escape from your heart
Run away through parallel roads
To paint watercolors in another existence.
Quite a few mothers worry,
Rainy pearls in their eyes,
For you to find better
Than a death wish for heaven,

For a few drops of blood...


A few drops of ink
Ends the design of the anchor.
A butterfly settles and closes its wings.
A boat, molded in bygone days,
Sees itself relegated to the museum of forbidden bodies.
As a butterfly, it settled on the wet sand
With the love of his last masters for companion,
From a light feather, escape shreds of souvenirs,

A few tiny drops of love.

Détresse / distress

Détresse, ennemie de mon temps,

Tu ne m’auras laissée aucun plan,

Pour connaître un autre moi… à voir…

Si ennuyeux soit-il de se reconnaître dans le miroir…

Détresse, tu m’as donnée seulement de quoi me souvenir

De moments gais, de moments tristes, sans rires,

De dettes envers l’avenir,

Pourquoi voulais-tu ma foi démolir ?

Et en cette place ne laisser courir

Aucune douceur de vivre

Toute cette douleur à fuir

Et des larmes, d’écrire…

Je n’en avais pas eu depuis longtemps

En avais-tu laissé mourir

Ne sachant seulement s’ils devaient t’aimer ou te haïr

Et de leur solitude as-tu fait ton passe-temps ?

(Avril 2006)

–

Distress, enemy of my time,
You left me with no plan B,
To know another me, only I could see
Though boring it may be to recognize myself in the mirror

Distress, you gave me only the slightest thing to remember
Cheerful moments, sad ones, laughter,
Debts on the future,
Why did you want my faith destroyed?

And through this place, let it roam
Without a peace rhythm in life,
All this pain to be avoided,
In tears, to write.

I hadn't any for a long time
Did you let them die,
Not knowing if they had to love you or hate you
And, from their solitude, did you make your pastime?

Princess of Darkness - From Twitter friends Stevie and Marie (and my eternal gratitude)

This post means something special for me, as it was all part of an exchange with 2 wonderful people, i really really like you all, could follow on twitter. So do yourself a favour and read them!

Each post begin by the login of the author, then his poem in more or less 140 words.

The first poetry is a standalone from Stevie and it goes on with Marie, and me, each in turn.

All was set on the 5th of december, do not stole these words, make them yours by asking kind permission. Thank you and enjoy! (so so proud you accepted guys!)

• Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

Princess of Darkness
Vile creature of
satanically connected
depravity
All her minions
vie for her affection
cause she be
so perversely sexy

• Sabine789 @Sabsam789

 @ThemAndDotMe @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

somber creature sees no heart in others
only money money goes for her
spent for futile things
no way she understands what a heart can be

• Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

@Sabsam789 @ThemAndDotMe

Somber creature
can never quite escape
her reflection in the mirror
which taunts her superficial existence

•  Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @ThemAndDotMe

Her reflexion is not absolution
she takes in her resolution to ignore other's need
Venality in her heart is a finality
no one could convince her to open the bird's cage within

• Marie Shackley Loh @ThemAndDotMe

@Sabsam789 @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

Mere ablution
Of the ingrained
The predictable
The desperate outcome
For a kiss from vanity
No fill for hunger

• Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX 5 Déc

@Sabsam789 @ThemAndDotMe

When the end of us comes
whenever it does
all that remains is our legacy replayed
score card of choices we made

• Marie Shackley Loh @ThemAndDotMe 5 Déc

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @Sabsam789

When we exit through the curtain
All we take is not our riches or car
Just our capacity to love

• Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX 5 Déc

@ThemAndDotMe @Sabsam789

Your words ring so true
so pure
so clear
if only the whole
world could hear

• Marie Shackley Loh @ThemAndDotMe 5 Déc

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @Sabsam789

You hear with me
We're here
We're ready to speak
To raise an audience
For a whole world
Of completeness

• Sabine789 @Sabsam789 

@ThemAndDotMe @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

hunger calls deception
reflected in the mirrors of life
thee creature shall forget her pride
and crash her soul into the wall
fame and money can't protect her from reality
vanity is the least precious thing to keep in her purse

• Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

@ThemAndDotMe @Sabsam789

I do so wish
I shared your faith
that the blind deaf and dumb world
was receptive
to healing itself

• Marie Shackley Loh @ThemAndDotMe 5 Déc

@Sabsam789 @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

If it was the hunger of desire
Passion to celebrate the body
Structure housing a soul
It could be art
Not sold

• Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @ThemAndDotMe

our legacy is what we make of it
a sweet thought shared with close ones
enough open at heart to receive a special gift
a sweet mind focused on love and understanding
will only get it in the end

• Sabine789 @Sabsam789 

@ThemAndDotMe @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

Such structure must have intricate ties
make it a nestle for a lost soul
Till it awakes to its core needs
leaving vanity behind
listening to the thrum of the heart
once loved and shared

• Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @ThemAndDotMe

without being blind, considering how the world goes,
we have to believe twice, ten, thousands times more,
Love, true love is the key,
let it flood over our lives,
Pour over the entire world its gentle breathe.

(for the last 3, i sent them as a follow up and just hope i didn't miss in between poetry texts from Steve and Marie, love you guys, thank you for this, you made my day!)

Fire stings a heart

A heart feels,
Open more and more, flooded at once,
Fooled on short notice,
Fire makes it sensitive,
A heart stings,
What it knows ain't what it needs,
From this fire it craves,
Caress the idea of anonimity,
A heart suffers,
Silenced by the happiness of another,
Finally giving its last beat.

(this one is also part of a challenge on poempigeon website, i thought i should retrieve it, but i feel better about it now hopefully... so it's time to let it out in the open)

 

Sabsam: it's the last time i add poetry to this kind of picture for the week-end at least ;-) why? read...

 I need light,

restless love and signs of love,

sights above the glass,

unconfined to a grave,

no more resting in peace,

no more treats, nor tricks!

I need lights and flesh and fantasy,

I need bones and sweating in abundance,

Shocking corpses noisily till laugh do us part.

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