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Look how the streets are crowded with shadows
So many faces like eroded shorelines
Everything verdigris in my eyes
a spell to protect us from these places

Do you feel the breath of winter in summer
His strength grows ships go
Why must we always err
balm That finally come heal our hearts tight

hear the wolf howling at the moon And bloody
Lucifer seeks an Eden for us
But damn, I saw the night shine
Can you live long without begging

I want to break the mirrors, to see
Storytelling for believing

It's like looking for the midnight sun
Living the dream in life is to seek to
Trying to live life


Do you think the blade may show some promise
Or dawn only able distress
At the occurrence of the torments ephemeral
I remember your smile when he hopes

Words and music © 2003-2004 Eric Alexis


text written and performed by Eric Alexis
concert at year-end
the Vocal Ensemble Carpe Diem in spring 2004.
Arrangements: Fred Vogel, director of the choir



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a talented artist to discover ...

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The sun shines happily
The spring breeze caressing me
The blue reflects the Divine light
I breathe life full It smells good heart
joie de vivre!

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children ...

And a woman who was carrying a child in her arms said
Tell us of Children.
And he said: Your children are not your children.
They are the son and daughters of Life in itself
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
Because they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell
the house of tomorrow, you can not visit, not even
in your dreams. You
you can strive to be like them,
but do not try to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows
may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.


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Freedom ...

The breeze stirs my childhood with a breath of spring
Puberty me like I'm
as the flower bud
I look forward to deploying my heart toward the horizon;
The sun rises in the shadow of my soul
Emeralds rivers flowing through my veins
prairie velvet caress my feet
Oh, my childhood found; You m 'missed you!
I found the friendly embrace of innocence
The tasty smell of candor
And I recognize the country I was born; Freedom

Before me the road unfolds its treasures
not write my poems My playful
hands draw landscapes
I do not have time to watch yesterday
wing of dawn has erased the night ... I

recreates the seven days of my universe
all starts here now!
Freedom!



© Jojhoelle Grondin

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Tributes ... Jean Grondin

In my beloved son Raphael Simon
my precious sun
Audrey heart of my soul mate Francois
my very precious friend Eric Alexis
my precious friend
And all those stars
In my life everyday
Thank you for your kindness
I love you with all my heart!

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To my father ...

Papa

You're left for a country
Hence there is no return ...
I cry, I regret in my heart But

shines a soft light
is an aurora
With the color of your soul
Rose golden tenderness
Your love for me to leave an imprint

Who will never fade

One day I'll meet you in your beautiful country

Who has no name ...
This country that you invented
To survive ... ©

Jojhoelle Grondin


Jean Grondin (poet 1941-1972)
Who ended his days
September 11, 1972

author collection of poems
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Published in 1970 in Thetford Mines

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Me Me I'm leaving I'm
For a country with no return

But my heart with you always remain my friends


I love again!


© Jean Grondin

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The death of a flower ...

(1963-1979)


A celestial flower of fifteen spring
That has been mowed before the hour
Not ajar
Shy ...
Even fewer offered
modest ... He was
wrest
Until his roots as
a common dandelion.

A wonderful flower,
That was bruised, trampled, trampled on the ground.
His soul forever stained with the defilement of a man!

A flower that dies
No longer perceive the sun, to have for company

That fear and rage!

A flower withered
became dry as autumn leaves,
transit to the marrow by the contempt and indifference
!

A sudden death is ignored;
No more flowers!
There is only one dark spot ...


©
Jojhoelle Grondin

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Homecoming ...

To my son Raphael


I hold out my hands To
your child's heart
A gesture thousand times ... selected
the fingertips of the stars
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Bursts laughing sun-kissed
You are the little prince came from heaven
Planting flowers on my meadow ... I tend



my hands To your child's heart gesture
A thousand times ... selected
Fingertips diamonds Picked
rivers of sorrow
Bursts of light of hope
You are the little prince came from heaven
Sow rainbows sky on my way ... I tend



my hands To your child's heart
A gesture thousand times ... selected
Fingertips poems
Bursts of golden dust
Picked on new dawn
You are the little prince came from heaven
Sow aurora amber ...


Hope


I stretch my arms
To you young man
a gesture of welcome to come ...
Fingertips seed
Picked on the wing of a dove
You responded to my invitation
the spring sunshine as we reap
Apple Blossom ...



© Jojhoelle Grondin
Tuesday, January 27, 2009

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In my beloved son Raphael ... Beads

Offerings

rest in the shadow of my heart And I
dress of my love Sleep on my sheets
fresh
I will give you dreams illuminated
Picked on the wing of the night refreshes your memory

aggrieved
And blot out your memories disappointed
Let your mind wander
I will offer light-hearted poems
Fished on river beds

travel to country of my soul And I'll unveil
my treasures Walk in my orchards

I will offer you the apple of joy
Harvested from the hand of angels

If you walk on the dark paths
I'll steal aurora
If the humid breeze makes you shiver I'll be covering
the scarf
Venus And even if the moon extinguished its luster
For you I'll steal the Star of Bethlehem

rest in the shadow of my heart
And I cover you with kisses
sleep in my sheets
of sweets I give you pearls of dew on the wing
Picked from dawn


© Jojhoelle Grondin

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Rubiconde ...

Your absence has stripped the joy I take refuge
under a weeping willow
You will not see my tears
The earth will pick from among its members
And at the dawn of the flowers will grow there
Passion Flower In the hearts blood
ebony
And purple petals
For love was fleeting
And died at dawn
Do remember that remains
beads ruddy
Remains of a mortal pain ...

©

Jojhoelle Grondin

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paradox ...

I am a wandering soul A flower
rootless, landless
I crying in the night dying
And dying of thirst in the desert ... And I Am

'm Not

I'm a heart without God
A bird without wings and without
sky I'm looking in all places and found only
crumbs salt ...

I am and am not

I am a child of nothingness A
be lifeless and light
I fell into a chasm
And drown myself in tears ... river

I Am and am not

I am a molecule of the universe
A kernel without substance and without recollection
I fancy swirls
sea And the wind makes me dizzy pace ... And I Am

'm Not

I am a register on the earth without a foundation
garden and childless
I cry tears of war
And mud me back my torment ... And I Am

'm Not

I am the storm and rain
A warrior without armor and without weapons
I fall at the foot of the enemy
And beg me off of his blade ...

I am and am not


I am and am not
A child, a woman, a man
Without life without death,
May God forgive me!
I do not know, Who I am ...

Where I come from ... Where I
... will


© Jojhoelle Grondin

text published twice in (Guerin Literature)
'Literary Seasons' Fall semester - Winter 2000/2001
' Seasons Of Poets Poets Anthology 1994 / 2001 •

winner first prize for poetry contributes
• the 'Jubilee Des Artistes'
• February 2000 in the town of Granby, Quebec