A Lesson from the Morning Star

The world is my school
I said like a fool
and I questioned Mrs. Moon.

Do we have to reflect sunlight too?
“not necessarily”
She replied.

Then I asked Professor Sky.
Is there a way to fly?
“There is…” He said,

“…but not the one you think!”
So what is the main Lesson?
I whispered to the Morning Star.

“There are only three things
you need to know
before entering my Realm.

How to live. How to give
and above all,
how to forgive.”

Those were the words I heard
at the break of Dawn,
a Lesson from the Morning Star.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Morning Star (Nicholas Roerich, 1932)

Oubli / Oblivion

A vous qui m’avez fait du mal,
je dédie ces paroles.
Vous êtes Poussière, et je suis Vent.

Vous-ai je pardonné ? Je l’ignore.
Silencieux clair de lune,
merveilleuses étoiles.

De vous la Nuit n’a souvenir,
et moi déjà, j’oublie votre visage.
Telle est votre seconde tombe.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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To you who hurt me
I dedicate these words.
You are Dust, I am Wind.

Did I forgive you? I don’t know.
Silent moonlight,
amazing stars.

The Night does not remember you,
and I’m already forgetting your face.
That is your second grave.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Light of September

Today I saw
tall trees in the forest
standing proudly
like kings of kingdoms

unseen.

Today I heard children
still unaware of Time
celebrating a birthday
and I thought about

Life and Death.

Today I kept watching
a hungry chickadee,
I dreamed of the Sea,
I breathed the Light of September,

and that just made my day.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Forêt en Septembre © 2017– F.G.M.

A Love Anthem

j’aime a dit l’enfant blessé
et sa blessure a guéri

j’aime a dit l’homme perdu
et les étoiles l’ont guidé

j’aime a écrit le poète
sur le mur épais du mépris

j’aime – et le monde a changé
et l’Amour est entré dans nos cœurs

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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I love the hurt child said
and his wound was healed

I love the lost man said
and the stars have guided him

I love the poet wrote
on the thick wall of contempt

I love – and the world has changed
and Love has entered our hearts

© Frédéric Georges Martin