You're ( Anglais ) Que tu sois

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Que tu sois

You're

Whether you are rich or poor,
Look at what others are doing,
Those that smiling has life,
When evil Miss.

You are sad or anxious,
Observe the gaze of others,
Those who are with us,
And who believe in the beauty of life.

You are classy or supply-side,
Right market as a human aware,
In this world surrounded by life,
Filled with a multitude of friends.

Whether you are riche or poor,
Look at what others are doing,
Those that smiling has life,
When evil Miss.

JJM

poésie, quant tu dores ( anglais As you dores )

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AS YOU DORES

As you dores,
As you dores,
You breathe,
Very close to me,
Me this is King.

Whe, you miss,
Back to me.

As you move,
I'm not,
With trying,
As it should,
 With good times.

When you miss,
Back to me.

When you return,
What a good joy,
My heart pounding,
A huge lane,
D''future King.

When you miss,
Back to me.

JJM

la valeur de ma plume ( amglais The value of my pen )

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The value of my pen

The value of my pen,
Reflects a fortune,
Because rum,
On the canvas has a half moon.

The heat of my fortune,
Complies with rum,
Like a half moon,
Set in the pen.

The volume of my rum,
Remains as a moon,
Because she steals the pen ,
Dreams to do fortune.

Beautiful half moon,
Resource my pen,
Fils this fortune,
Serve a glass of rum.

JJM

AS ! PROSE ( poésie anglais )

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AS ! PROSE

I still pause,
A sort of overdose,
Tha my thoughts needed,
The texts are magical.
A magigal moment,
To read and re-read it,
Without contradicting anything.
As I ask,
Some proses,
It's that I don't dare,
Write what needed .
Reflected in my pen,
This page which feathers,
Some commas,
Who dose some thing.
A real say I dare not, .
Make bad prose,
Without the advice of your desires,
And what follows.

JJM

SMALL WORDS ( Anglais )

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SMALL WORDS

My xords sign,

Limes that are declining,

My small signs.

My pen hume,

Ink without fortune,

My colors draw.

My doubt weld,

Suites a book,

To be wiser.

The signs relain,

As a Grand gesture,

My sharing.

Little words gifted,

Though my thooghts,

Very neat.

My words unify,

All thatis enabled,

In poety.

Wise words,

Become a gread mage,

For our story.

JJM

TIMBER LAND ( poésie , terre de bois ( Anglais )

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Anglais USA

TIMBER LAND.

It groxs as it schould,
As a drink made of silk,
Without ta king a law,
Requiring each weight.

Freedom obliges to take his right,
Impose certain act,
That guide as geese,
Surrounded by waht of wood.

Straight cut fiber latte,
To look like a lies it a kings,
Tha imposes some monfhs,
Actionsthat charge on la your.

Exploit the value of men,
Others called supermam,
Is to take as oppoment,
All beings of this earth.

JJM

WHOEVER YOU ARE ( poésie Anglais )

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Anglais USA

WHOEVER YOU ARE

Whether you are rich or poor,
Look at what others are doing,
Those who smile a life,
As evil bored,
You are sad or anxious,
Observe the gage of others,
Those who are with us,
Who thrink has the beauty of life,
You are classy or supply-side,
Right market as a human aware,
In this world surrounded by life,
Filled with a multitudes of friends.

JJM