Popular poet of modern France । Poetry By Timothee Bordenave

Timothee Bordenave

One for all !

 
O Saint Lord, blessed of all, and of far more than all,
Thy are not bound inner the walls of Vatican,
We know Thy Orthodox, Lutheran, Anglican,
Calvinist, Maroonist, Greek, Copt… Christ has the whole…
 
Better yet : the Hebrews were first to pray Thy name,
Believers of Islam, love Thee since a long time…
Thus did Buddha pray Thee, prophet without a grime,
Then to all of Hindus, your Legend is the Fame !
 
Nô, to the Japanese, Great Spirit to Bantus,
Ineffable Tao in China, Wakan Tan…
Thy are one for us all, all in one, for Thy can !
 
Then I believe mages, counting their arcanae,
A Voodo, a Wizard, or Witch, or Draconer…
All are yours, as the fays, and the unicorns too !
 

Union of prayers

 
Unicorns of this World, unite !
And get along with us, poets,
Then our alliance, infinite,
Shall rule this lovely planet…
 
 
O Fays, o Mages, come around !
We shall dance in a sarabande,
Until we find some common grounds,
With all prophets, from all far lands…
 
Morning, day, to dusk, night, till dawn,
Brother Sun, keeper of our dreams,
Sister Moon, grace on your soft beams…
 
Join us ! We know the Angels own,
Everything for Christ… Wonders,
Join Us ! Pixies, Salamanders…
 

Graces to the Skies !

 
Here, I wanted to say : thank you,
From the very depth of my heart,
For all of this beautiful art,
For every books I went through…
 
For all of your joyful ideas,
Each of your gifts, each of the flowers !
Thanks for the laughter, for these hours,
Of love, of joy, of peace, of ease.
 
I am a simple man ! I eat,
I drink, I work, and rest some time,
Interact with people I meet…
 
Lucky to walk by on my feet !
You are my treasure from a dime,
Thanks, o Jesus ! I wish I’ll fit…

 
Emy - Angel

 
« You know well how I love you dear ! »
 
« I love you too so very much… »
 
« When we lay, as morning comes near,
I cherish your embrace, your touch ! 
 
Then when you wake up in a smile,
I look at you pouring some tea,
Half naked… Angel from the Isles,
You are beautiful ! »
                   
                            « Timothy !
You already told this to me !
I am not an Angel at all…
I am a simple girl ! »
 
                           « Emy !
I am writing at the moment,
A poem to express my whole,
Adoration, o firmament… »

 
Benedictions

 
Thy o Lord in the Skies, above,
Know of how much I revere,
In my heart your wise, tender love,
Mysteries, Thy will forever.
 
 
Oh beautiful, oh shade or light,
Oh praises given, blessings brought,
Through a humble life, long were sought,
Destiny’s chances, thy all might !
 
When bent over my work table,
I worship the benedictions,
Of life, itself, praying for peace…
 
Thy o Lord grand please enable,
Better thoughts and better actions,
While I hope from Heavens a piece…
 

 
My secrets

Once to a phlegmatic, British girl in Paris,
I taught all my secrets : « Prayer is alchemy,
Love is light, peace is safe, ignore the enemy,
You would never be too hurt if your mind is free…
 
Be mobile, be tender, be liquid as water,
And positively try just to act with good will,
There after you could not fear any encounter,
Yet, if someone fights you… Fight ! Otherwise keep still.
 
When the Angels above want to bless us with grace,
They are unseen, but soon their blessing will reveal,
Knee then, or bow before their soft, happy embrace…
 
Oh ! And work ! From your work would your life be success ! »
 
This girl, named Sue, listened to me then she appealed,
My lips to hers,
             She smiled, and silently we kissed.
 
 

A new life !

 
It’s often two warm hearts find a new home in love…
A mystical silence soon follows, intertwined,
With a scansion of sounds, well, as their passion wins,
Kisses and joyful plays melt bodies instinct drove…
 
Then it also happens often : a child is born,
Then an other, later, a few, eventually…
This is what we human call a true family,
Elders, lovers, and kids, for Nature to adorn.
 
One fine day all gather, to a brunch in a park,
By a sunny morning, in the shade of an oak,
To spend some good moments, with their friends, or cousins…
 
And at the magical instants when sings a lark,
It is said, I heard it, two grown up cute young folks,
Find love again ! O Virtue ! A new life begins…
 
 
(Thanks to my dear Anna !)

Timothee Bordenave
Paris, France.