Dance your life away

Dance these days

of sweet youthful tempo

in the ballroom of the past

the concert is empty though

the orchestra is gone

but the music remains in your mind

a smile like a scar on your face

you can imagine

that life will always

save the last dance for you

you were sentenced 

to several years of nostalgia

with but the possible cure

of deadly oblivion

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

He

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დევნილობაში

[devnilobachi]

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Strong in his beliefs

he passed by life

like a humble pilgrim

redeeming time with eternity

and forgiving offenses

as if they were dewdrops

on a Summer morning

One day he ended up

in a very strange land

where people had replaced their soul

with money and power

it takes a great man

to ignore curses

and a poor one

to know the value of holiness

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Words

Clad in their self-proclaimed importance

they talked vainly

believing their words 

to be of utter importance

for their bored to tears listeners

the latter

their soul yawning inside

wished they had earlids

to escape the mortal trance

of these insane chatterboxes

outside the conference room

in the true real world

of ordinary people

the rate of exchange of lilies and roses

remained the same

and the sun the moon 

and the stars

remained the same

and the silence that followed their speeches

sounded like a blessed symphony

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Exiles

They are suddenly lost

in the mysterious labyrinth

of grief 

and wounded faith

hesitating between tears

silence 

and revolt

their souls maimed with mourning

and their hearts

drowned in despair

their sadness is a dungheap

in the midst of a beautiful garden

but the smell of death prevails

and 

nobody can offer solace

to Prophet Job

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Désert

صحراء

I came back home

my youthful mind loaded

with memories and hopes

and my soul expecting

the subtle tenderness

of sweet welcoming words

but you were almost silent

and you left me puzzled

in the middle of a sentence

you never finished

your dog came 

wagging its tail

as if to make up

for your rudeness

and thus I entered

the present

of my maimed past

with the assurance 

that death could come 

at any time

and your dog 

was still cheerful 

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In the desert of old

locusts and bees

kept company to John

and fed him

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Innocence

In the innocence of her youth

unknowingly

she uttered light words

turning trivial conversation 

into secret pleasure

I pretended to ignore them

and she then clad her thoughts

in a vestment of laughter

preferring the irony of smiles

to the tedious curse of silence

or embarrassment

She then left 

and I was quite puzzled

deprived of the old pleasure

of having the last word

And moved deep inside myself

with a tiny injury

that seemed like a scar in my heart

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Homecoming

Back from holidays

My soul completely renewed

But life has not changed

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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Haiku written for 

Haiku Heights

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(Photograph/ The Alps from my window)

蝸牛/カタツムリ

Small snail on the rock

You carry your tiny shell

As I do my past

But nobody sees

All the tears I've left behind

To move on in life

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Sky/Heaven?

The arms of the trees

prevent the breath of the sky

from entering the landscape

the day is breaking

into foam and coming rain

no time to think about 

delirious and useless metaphors

to accept the planned storm

you did cut yourself from memories

a long time ago

when you thought that you could

live a life without roots

and survive 

in a no-God's land

the arms of the trees

will resist as they can

but your mind will burst out

under the pressure of a guilt

you never perceived

stuck as you were

in the midst of nostalgia

and hope

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Carillon/ Wind Chime

Credits: wind chime

音楽

Not one gust of wind

Since they departed from life-

The wind chime's silent

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Pas un brin de vent

Ils ont déserté la vie-

Carillon muet

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Ecrit pour la joute poétique

TACKLE IT TUESDAY

Haiku Suite for my Beloved

愛 

First there was friendship

Then the world became tender

And now I love thee

When I happen to call thee

The flowers of my garden

Dispense their fragrance

Birds high in the sky

And the splendid butterflies

Pay thee a tribute

It seems that my heart

Repeats again and again

Thy beloved name

Thou art a mountain

Clad with the purest of clouds

Reaching to Heaven

First I lived in Time

Now owing to thy presence

I am eternal

Claude Lopez-Ginisty


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Haïku Heighty 153

Books

Books

like shutters

one opens 

after a miserable night

on a gorgeous sunny morning

Books

like old friends

one listens to

even if the story they offer

has been heard a thousand times

Books

like paper fans

one simply uses 

to refresh one's mind

after a long boring day

Books

always ready

to erase

the gloomy shadows

of unwanted reality

Books

that humbly teach 

to read to write

to dream

and to pray

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Haïku de l'été

Lovely summer days

God is smiling everywhere

In the monastery

In the monastery

Every single tiny flower

Sings about the Lord

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Charmants jours d'été

Dieu partout présent sourit

Dans le monastère

Dans le monastère

Chaque minuscule fleur

Chante le Seigneur

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Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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Ecrit pour la joute poétique chevaleresque

Tackle It Tuesday

Deaf and alive

I'm deaf to their songs

I listen to the silence

I'm dead to the world

Claude Lopez-Ginisty


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witten for
carry on Tuesday

Fireworks

Fireworks are like

Shooting stars going from earth

To their sky abode

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Les feux d'artifice

Sont des étoiles filantes

Retournées au ciel.

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Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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Ecrit pour 

TACKLE IT TUESDAY

Doomsday

Ours is a strange world

with predictable false prophets

and online cheap miracles

happening on a daily basis

on virtual social gatherings

life has truly lost its reality

and people simply want 

their lives to just be 

an online phenomenon

with lots of followers

and myriads of testimonies

of faked loves 

and insane relationships

that start in a stupid way

at the opening of a web session

and often end up 

in indifference

let us expect doomsday

with utter confidence

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Exile Haiku

Exile is the land

Where I retrieve my childhood

In between two tears

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Le pays d'exil

Est celui de mon enfance

Entre deux sanglots

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Claude Lopez-Ginisty


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Written for 
CARRY ON TUESDAY

Haïku de la chandelle

The candle is bright

Just until the morning sun

Appears in the sky

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La chandelle brille

Jusqu'au moment où au ciel

Paraît le soleil

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Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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Ecrit pour la joute poétique chevaleresque

Tackle It Tuesday, "Bright"

Low tide

Brooks always go to rivers

and rivers finally

 end up in the sea

your dreams go everywhere

floating here and there

and they are washed ashore 

by the high tide of reality

and you realize bitterly

that real life is often 

like the morning dew

faking tears on flowers

and vanishing when you try

to catch its pearls 

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Haven

What you cannot express

(your feelings

and your dreams)

remains clad in silence and secret

for a long time 

that seems everlasting

but one day very easily

everything comes out under the sun

and your pen

(echoes like sighs

and words like celestial music

of newly composed symphonies)

and this suddenly starts a tide of tears

that breaks against the cliffs

of oblivion and fear

and you remember that undoubtedly

once you were a child

and you believed 

the world to be a safe haven

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Vision

The love fireflies that I so loved

like birds of the soul

drive all illusions

to the garden of the past

the wisdom of black suns

condemn prisoners's songs

for heroes died a long time ago

and exiled loves 

sentence all poems to death

this very night

travels eternally

all around the world

on the wings of an invisible dove

the earth is maimed for life

I fear its mushroom clouds

flying upwards from the springs

 of polluted power

I managed somehow

to conceal my music

and the words of my hymns

just in time for the high tide

to help them catch a wave

O you deep ocean

with your thousand caressing hands

renew love

the two-souled Archangel !

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Night Haïku

Let the night come in

With its dark oblivious shroud

To bury your pain

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Words

We really cannot communicate

our lingua franca does not convey

the real meaning of our conversation

you say things that you do not believe

and try to convince me

that I should take them seriously

because you are superbly clad

in complacency 

you speak about a rose

without mentioning its thorns

you talk like a song

but you are out of tune

when you say Love

I understand hatred

when you mention God

I feel like an atheist

your words are like clouds

with an appearence of reality

that ends up abruptly

and even your silence 

has the stench of death

Claude Lopez-Ginisty