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Ma_vie_en_rose
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Username: Ma_vie_en_rose

Post Number: 133
Registered: 01-2006


Posted on Wednesday, March 01, 2006 - 02:29 am:   Edit Post

I could have sworn I posted this before.

I was cleaning out my personal journal last week when I found this poem, by Jacques Prevert, a 20th century French poet, which I've always kind of liked. It's called "Pour Toi, Mon Amour" (For you, my love):


quote:

Je suis allé au marché aux oiseaux
Et j'ai acheté des oiseaux
Pour toi
Mon amour

Je suis allé au marché aux fleurs
Et j'ai acheté des fleurs
Pour toi
Mon amour

Je suis allé au marché à la ferraille
Et j'ai acheté des chaînes
De lourdes chaînes
Pour toi
Mon amour

Et puis je suis allé au marché aux esclaves
Et je t'ai cherchée
Mais je ne t'ai pas trouvée
Mon amour.




My translation:


quote:

I went to the bird shop
and I bought some birds
for you
my love

I went to the flower shop
and I bought some flowers
for you
my love

I went to the blacksmith's
and I bought some chains
some heavy chains
for you
my love

Then I went to the slave market
And I looked for you
But I did not find you
My love.




It's kind of a poem that gets a bit darker every time I read it, but still has something amazing in it. I like other poems as well, but I figured, given its theme, this might be a good poem to start off a thread.

Post your favorite poem(s), kink related or not. :D

It could be a fun exercise and we could all find some great new poems and share what's literarily important to us. :-)
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie

Post Number: 1370
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Saturday, March 11, 2006 - 08:57 pm:   Edit Post

Fantastic poem, and I love the translation. I dont find it dark, but thats me...

I will post some of my own poetry here soon, I really enjoy writing it.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.

Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie

Post Number: 1403
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Wednesday, March 15, 2006 - 09:24 pm:   Edit Post

Here's something I wrote a while back....


I don’t think you can understand
What makes me the woman that I am
Sometimes fiery and sometimes meek
Most times strong,, then suddenly weak
Deep inside so terribly unsure
From all that I’ve had to endure
And I had barely learned to cope
Until you came and gave me hope
Someone to help me carry the load
Down this long and lonely road
I need you for so many things
But mostly to give my tired heart wings
I’d given up hope you’d come along
And help to right a terrible wrong

I’m not the kind who can go it alone
I need someone to call my own
A mate whose there to understand
And sometimes lend a guiding hand
When I get desperately out of control
And blackness consumes my very soul
I need you there to help me see
By being turned across your knee
No matter how I fuss or fight
That you’ll make everything alright
I depend on you to make me think
When turning my bottom hot and pink
You drive away the shadowed foe
By going where none before dare go

And when your done with stinging spanks
I hope you know you have my thanks
I’m grateful for your strong left arm
That keeps me from causing myself harm
As long as I am yours and you are mine
I’ll constantly test that bottom line
You are the boss, that much is clear
I’m instantly submissive when you are near
Yet happier than I’ve ever been
When against you I can gently lean
I worry that you’ll someday rue
The day I fell in love with you
With all the baggage that I bring
Our relationship not an ordinary thing
I cannot help the way I crave
Someone to help me to behave
As long as you are here to care for me
Then being submissive has set me free

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.

Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Kryssi
New member
Username: Kryssi

Post Number: 28
Registered: 12-2005


Posted on Tuesday, March 28, 2006 - 01:57 pm:   Edit Post

That's really pretty Wolfie. Normally I am overwhelmed by alot of text, (I'm dyslexic) but your poem sucked me in, and I read it all the way through (yay for me). Beautiful.. simply beautiful!
"I'm so tired of being here... supressed by all my childish fears"

Evanescence ~ My Immortal

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