Jump to content

  • Join Gay Authors

    Join us for free and follow your favorite authors and stories.

    AC Benus
  • AC Benus
  • Author
  • 01/18/2019
  • 217 Words
  • 1,668 Views
  • 11 Comments
Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 50. à toi ma douce

.

Sonnet No. 99

 

You wonder where I have been your whole life;

Why it was we could not have met more soon,

For it's true I could have eased much of your strife,

And to do so would have been a boon.

Instead of slowing down, now they say

The universe accelerates its rate

As it rips itself apart and won't delay

Inevitable fracture in every state.

But, faith demands that we make decision:

To envision that what happens matters;

Though beyond our understanding's vision,

Acceleration itself falsehood shatters.

That we met at all is a loving mercy

From the apparently heartless void we see.

  

 

Sonnet no 100

 

De marcher rue Cler, à toi ma douce,

Est un doux rêve de Paris, et un jour

Nous verrons ses récoltes dans le bonheur

Avec nos coeurs étincelants en astuce.

 

Plus tard, ma main sera votre capuce,

Prenant le café dans une arrière-cour –

Celle qui donne cachette sur notre atour,

Ainsi pas à pas nous allons jouir de cette pouce.

 

Sous les draps blanc comme neige des feuilles,

Tout va faire fondre notre isolement

Comme je m'agenouille pour embrasser la tranquille

Vos lèvres douces magistralement,

Et mutuellement nous allons verrouilles

Sur la musique de ce martèlement.

 

 

_

Copyright © 2018 AC Benus; All Rights Reserved.
  • Love 4
Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
You are not currently following this author. Be sure to follow to keep up to date with new stories they post.

Recommended Comments

Chapter Comments

Mikiesboy

both are wonderful AC.  i had to use DeepL to translate the one in french .. i'm sure it's not as good as your translations but i understood it.  Thanks for sharing these AC.. they are treasures.

  • Like 1
  • Love 1
Link to comment
AC Benus
3 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

both are wonderful AC.  i had to use DeepL to translate the one in french .. i'm sure it's not as good as your translations but i understood it.  Thanks for sharing these AC.. they are treasures.

Thanks for reading, Tim. A translation of the French poem will be coming as No. 110 (I think). Thanks again ❤️ 

  • Like 1
  • Love 1
Link to comment
MichaelS36

Two more wonderful poems!   What a lucky, lucky man, the one who received these.  And we are lucky to be able to read them.  Thanks, AC. 

  • Love 2
Link to comment
AC Benus
On 1/18/2019 at 8:22 PM, MichaelS36 said:

Two more wonderful poems!   What a lucky, lucky man, the one who received these.  And we are lucky to be able to read them.  Thanks, AC. 

Thank you for reading and commenting, Mike! I think I might hunt down some pix of rue Cler to post here. It's the green grocer street in the heart of Paris, a food-lover's haven. 

 

Thanks again 

 

Edited by AC Benus
  • Like 2
Link to comment
Parker Owens

I am with @MichaelS36; the man who got these is incredibly lucky. Number 99 resonated with me like a centuries-old cello; deeply, with warmth and truth. 

 

And sweet indeed deed is the music of number 100. The happy marketing, the retreat to embrace, and the melody of love, all is quite perfect. 

  • Like 2
  • Love 1
Link to comment
AC Benus
1 hour ago, Parker Owens said:

I am with @MichaelS36; the man who got these is incredibly lucky. Number 99 resonated with me like a centuries-old cello; deeply, with warmth and truth. 

 

And sweet indeed deed is the music of number 100. The happy marketing, the retreat to embrace, and the melody of love, all is quite perfect. 

I can't hope for any feedback better than "perfect," so I'm honored and touched, dear friend. Thank you for reading and commenting ❤️

  • Like 2
Link to comment
Lyssa
Dear AC,
Sonnet 99 asks one of the real big questions. A wonderful philosophic view and there are so many answers to that. You found a perfect one. Each single moment of happiness is a loving mercy, a lighthouse in our soul, remembering, guiding us back there.
 
Sonnet 100
What a wonderful dream of Paris, of love and spring. Waking up to this poem is also a loving grace. 🙂 In the spring before we became parents, we visited Paris to be together as a couple, knowing it would be a long time until we will have this freedom again.
🙂 L.
  • Like 2
  • Love 1
Link to comment
AC Benus
5 hours ago, Lyssa said:
Sonnet 99 asks one of the real big questions. A wonderful philosophic view and there are so many answers to that. You found a perfect one. Each single moment of happiness is a loving mercy, a lighthouse in our soul, remembering, guiding us back there.
 

Thank you. Yes, as I think the poem gently suggests, we must decide to accept happiness if it's somehow sent our way. How much fear really controls our lives is a hot topic for philosophical bickering, but perhaps while thinking and debating it, more of our precious time to connect with others slips away.

 

Thank you for these beautiful comments, Lyssa. They are very much appreciated.   

  • Like 2
  • Love 1
Link to comment
AC Benus
5 hours ago, Lyssa said:

Sonnet 100

What a wonderful dream of Paris, of love and spring. Waking up to this poem is also a loving grace. 🙂 In the spring before we became parents, we visited Paris to be together as a couple, knowing it would be a long time until we will have this freedom again.
🙂 L.
 

I've only been there once on a school trip when I was seventeen. Even then I imagined what it would be like to return with a loved-one in tow. This poem is all part of that imagining :) 

 

Thank you for reading and commenting, Lyssa! Muah

  • Like 1
  • Love 1
Link to comment
View Guidelines

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now

  • Newsletter

    Sign Up and get an occasional Newsletter.  Fill out your profile with favorite genres and say yes to genre news to get the monthly update for your favorite genres.

    Sign Up
×
×
  • Create New...