Cheerful Song

Song of thanks for the Sun,
greeting song for the Stars,
I would like my last poem
to become a cheerful song,

melody from the Moon,
blue lyrics by the Sky.

Children would find it fun!

A song that would sound
like the one I loved so much
when I was a little boy.
Dream of a naive dove,

a song of hope with such
a nice farewell at the end

children would not find it sad.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

La Condamnation / The Sentence

Désespérées, des fleurs mauves
ont embrassé l’Automne,
et des lumières oranges
ici et là s’attardent.

Ce jardin est un tableau,
et le monde est un faux,
et de mon âme j’ai perçu
la vacillation

quand j’ai reçu
ma condamnation.
Mais je t’aime à jamais
et c’est tout ce qui compte.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Desperate thistles
have fallen in love with Autumn.
Here and there
orange lights linger.

That garden is a painting,
and the world is a fake,
and I feel my soul quivering
for the sentence is Death,

but I love you
forever
and that’s all that
matters.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: thistles on orange (Erin Hanson, 2016)

The Teacher’s Prayer

He does not go to church.
He has no religion,
but he works in a school
and uses books and pencils.

He sits beside the children of God
then looks deep in their eyes.
They write the words he reads,
he reads the words they write,

and the smile on his face
enlightens their heart,
and the smile in their heart
enlightens his soul,

and I do not doubt
that God the Father
will answer
the Teacher’s Prayer.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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

~

illustration: Morning Star (Nicholas Roerich, 1932)

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

The Spring

There’s a Spring in You.
There’s a Spring in Me.
A Spring within Us.

It cannot go dry.
It does not freeze
in the wintertime.

The Heart will cease to beat.
The Breath will be returned.
The Face will disappear.

But the Spring will not,
for It is a Sunrise
in the deep of the Night,

Life and more than life,
Light and more than light,
Love and more than love.

There’s a Spring.
The Spring,
within each of us.

© Frédéric Georges Martin