You must remember this…

“Paris is always a good idea.”  – Audrey Hepburn

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.” – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.” – Mae West

No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.” – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

*

You must remember this…

“We’ll always have Paris”

Rick whispers to Ilsa

The memories of

Passion born

Romantic interlude

Lucien taking my hand

Dans la Louvre

His deep resonating accent

Thick as a fine paté,

A call to arms, to lips, tongues…

Two arms guide me

Lost in Ribera’s

Club-footed boy

Spanish room

His favourite,

La Louvre closes

I’m introduced to

The Latin quarter,

Notre Dame,

Secluded niche

Spring grasses,

Canopy of leaves

Along the Seine

City of light

La ville de l’amour

No need for translation

Communication

Flows freely

Play it again…

*

Bisous,

Léa

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Unusual Jobs Of Famous Writers Infographic…

Léa:

Famous writers and their day jobs…

Originally posted on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog:

Hi Chris,

My name is Alisa and I’m a part of the Unplag team.

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I want to inform you that we have created a great infographic ‘Unusual Jobs Of Famous Writers’by Daria Bilokon.

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The main idea – many of big-name authors had unbelievably weird jobs not related to their writing careers at all.

Please, consider sharing it among your readers.

It would be an honour to be a part of your blog.

Alisa Korzh Alisa Korzh

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Lumières d’étoiles, maison du futur?

Without followers, evil cannot spread.” – SPOCK, Star Trek ‘And The Children Shall Lead’

Beam me up Scotty. There’s no intelligent life here.” – SPOCK

*

Lumières détoiles, maison du futur?

In another world

kepler-452b?

Or perhaps

one of the other

habitable planets

one-hundred-billion galaxies

each with as many as

three-hundred-billion stars

lumière d’étoile, étoile brillante

this planet, this star

home to future generations?

we are not alone –

never have been

the rush to find

a ‘new earth’ – frantic

as nature rebells

man’s use up and dispose

mentality

the race heats up

those who have –

demand to stake their claim,

colonize, control, manipulate,

it will go to the highest bidder

even a larger planet

can take only so much abuse

Bisous,

Léa

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Untitled

Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” – E.L. Doctorow

I get intrigued by a first line and I write to find out why it means something to me. You make discoveries just the way the reader does, so you’re simultaneously the writer and the reader.”                     – E.L. Doctorow

*

Untitled

No

it isn’t like that

not at all

I never set out

to create an

unwanted, unloved

poem

one that would

not be named

it just doesn’t work

that way

I don’t write

a title

for a poem

that grows out

from that name

but let a series

of words take me

on the journey

they have in mind

when they are ready

the words have voice

will tell me who

they are

where they are

leading me

I remain

their humble

servant

*

Bisous,

Léa

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Meanwhile (In America)

Léa:

I’m late in reflagging this but it would be a mistake not to share these words!

Originally posted on Dark Matter:

In America

In America

In America we get
mud wrestling and drive through liquor stores
In America we don’t get
many reasons not to leer or drink

In America we get
bales of weed washing up everywhere
In America we don’t get
enough drugs to kill all the people we put on Death Row

(I’m sure we’ll figure it out)

In America we get
a good feeling about this next scratch ticket
In America we don’t get
enough cash for water or even enough water to buy

Meanwhile, I’m thinking…

In America

In America

In America we know
exactly how much our dream costs
In America we don’t know
exactly where to find that dream 

In America we know
how many malls it takes to bury all the dead Indians
In America we don’t know
how to talk about a live Indian or even where to find one

In America…

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bonté

“Always be a little kinder than necessary.”  – J.M. Barrie

“I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.”  -Kahlil Gibran

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”  – Mark Twain

     *

bonté

kindness is genuine

it cannot be measured

always freely given

from a heart

with intimate knowledge

of life’s joy,

sorrow and pain

        *

pain leaves scars

just because you

cannot see

don’t repudiate

their existence

built on a foundation

of ignorance or denial

           *

those who enslave

insist on your ignorance

yet the first to deny

responsibility

scars became malignant

conscience decomposed

replaced by anger

its appetite insatiable

           *

striking out

injures the innocent

the guilty take umbrage

constipated cognition

toxic input, toxic

as it strikes

a predatory response

       *

bonté

can be contagious

spread it around

perhaps slowly with some

glaciers can melt

in the presence of

sustained warmth

unless the heart is stone

             *

bisous,

léa

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Sonnet for You and On Waking

Léa:

If you haven’t been introduced to Glenda and her poems, now is your chance!

Originally posted on Spinning the Wheels:

I’ve decided on these two poems for my next post because they’re about that old, favourite haunt: love. These concern the one who has my heart and makes it live. They had to come first: they’re not the only poems that I’ve written about us, but they are the most naked. Hope you like.

I am in the process of upgrading my computer, so if you post concerning these and I don’t get back to you immediately, please know that I’ll be trying my socks off to do so just as soon as I can.

Sonnet for You

When thoughtlessly I turn to meet your eyes,
The ripest recognition floods me through,
In blind and helpless love, my old world dies,
Calling to question things I thought I knew.
The new life sucks us in, we have no choice,
No chance to mull “could this be my true love?
How…

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