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Rhymes poetry songs... of autumn

The red tree

On the red tree, did you see

The black crow?

Did you hear it?

Clicking his beak, he said

that it's all over,

The ditches are cold

The earth is wet.

We won't laugh and hide anymore

In the good heat of wheat
The black crow said that

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_    by the way,

In the red tree

Blood color.

                                   Mr. Burnat Provins

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         _cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_"Rustic Songs"

Coloring      les? in red

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           les . in green

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           les , in yellow

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           les capital letters in blue

In front of the clear fire

The flames of the clear fire

dance to who better

with their green caps

and yellow and red and blue.

Let's turn, let's turn around

around the laughing fire;

let's turn, let's turn around

of the beautiful flowered hearth.

                            H.Dubus

Autumn

It's raining

Yellow leaves;

It's raining 

red leaves;

summer

go to sleep,

And the winter

Will come

On the tip 

Of his frozen shoes.

Dead leaves

The leaves in the wind run like mad.

They would like to go where the birds fly.

But the wind picks them up and blocks the way.

They will die under the ponds tomorrow.

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_   The Countess of Noaïlles

Crazy Autumn I am!

    I'm turning,

      _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb5cf-58d_bad Sale,

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_   I twirl,

Red, rust, I confuse,

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_   I lie, I fly, I fly,

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         Je ris, je fuis !

In her house

a big deer

looked out the window

a rabbit come to the door

and knock on his house

"-Deer, deer, open to me!

or the hunter will kill me.

- Rabbit, rabbit, come in and come

shake my hand! "

Storm

The rain wets me

The rain hits me.

His wet paw

Takes out his pins.

It's raining wind

And lightning.

A white zebra

Streaks the light.

The rain rusts

And breaks down.

His wet paw

Loses its pins [...]

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_   Quran Stone

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_       Poetry through the seasons

hedgehogs

  

  

   

  

   

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_  Where I go,

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_   No more slug,

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Where we go,

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ More snails:

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ This is the song

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ hedgehogs.

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         Pierre Gamarra

little snail

carries on his back

his house

as soon as it rains

he feels happy

and pops his head

Pippin

And api apple

carpet red carpet

Pippin

And api apple

gray carpet rug

      _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-58d_Grenouille

 

FrogIfroghas

 

Froghasfrogoh

 

FrogohfrogWhere

 

FrogWherefrogwe

 

What is your name ?

 

- Tetard ! Hey ! it shows !

I looked at the red leaves,

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         _cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_     _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b- 136bad5cf58d_They were falling

I looked at the yellow leaves,

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         _cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_     _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b- 136bad5cf58d_They were flying

I watched the brown leaves as the wind blew

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_      

The little brown

 

A little brown

Fall for no reason

On the big hat

Of a beautiful mushroom.

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

Said the mushroom,

Here are some funny ways! »

The very embarrassed little brown stammers:

" Sorry sir,

But autumn has arrived.

In my pretty bug,

I couldn't stay!

Sorry sir,

But autumn has arrived! »

I met three snails

 

I met three snails

who were leaving with a satchel on their backs.

And in the meadow, three snails

who said their lesson by heart.

Then in a field four lizards

who were writing a long essay

Where can their school be located?

in the middle of wild oats?

And is the master this crow

that I see drawing up there

Beautiful letters on the board?

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_  Maurice Lent

the snail

 

Like an old freighter

Tracing its wake,

snail friend

Take a long trip.

Then when it's hot,

When everything dries up,

fellow snail,

Waiting for the cool,

Go back to his studio.

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_Pierre Gamarra

Les noisettes

Trois noisettes dans le bois

Tout au bout d'une brindille

Dansaient la capucine vivement au vent

En virant ainsi que des filles

de roi...

Un escargot vint à passer :

"Mon beau monsieur, emmenez-moi

Dans votre carrosse,

Je serai votre fiancée",

Disaient-elles toutes trois.

Mais le vieux sire, sourd et fatigué,

Le sire aux quatre cornes sous les feuilles

Ne s'est point arrêté,

Et c'est l'ogre de la forêt, je crois,

C'est le jeune ogre rouge, gourmand et futé,

Monseigneur l'Ecureuil,

Qui les a croquées.

Tristan KLINGSOR

New !

      _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb5cfb-58d_Villanelle

 

gold leaf,

a russet leaf,

a shiver of foam

under the north wind.

 

Four russet leaves

four gold leaves,

the sun falls asleep

in the soft mist.

 

Thousand red leaves

that the wind blows up.

thousand leaves of gold

under my dead trees.

 

  Alain DEBROISE

small apple

 

small apple

At the edge of the meadow,

If I give you

A kick,

How far will you ride ?

 

Oh ! Please !

I am already

all rotten,

leave me there

At the edge of the meadow,

end my life

Under my apple tree !

 

Therese Baudet

Plic ploc (Eric Gautier)

 

Plic Plic Plic Plic

It's raining.

Plic Plic Plic Plic

It's raining,

It's raining on my umbrella.

And I am safe.

 

Flic flac, flic flac

Puddles.

Flic flac, flic flac

puddles,

where I jump with both feet,

Just for fun.

 

Click clack click clack

Slaps.

Click clack click clack

slaps,

That mom will give me

If I have both feet wet.

 

plic plic plic plic

It's raining.

Plic Plic Plic Plic

It's raining...

Snail song

 

At the funeral of a dead leaf

Two snails are leaving...

They have the black shell,

Crepe around the horns.

They go away in the dark

A beautiful autumn evening.

Alas! When they arrive

It's already spring.

The leaves that were dead

are all resurrected,

And the two snails

Are very disappointed.

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_   Jacques Prévert

Monsieur l'escargot s'endort

(fermer un poing)

quand il fait très beau dehors.

Mais si un nuage passe

(faire passer l'autre poing fermé au dessus)

Un nuage qui fait la pluie

(pianoter des 5 doigts)

Petit escargot

sort une corne d'abord

(déplier l'index)

Puis une autre encore.

(déplier l'auriculaire)

Nouveau ! oct2024
Poems to listen to...

Autumn song

The long sobs

Violins

Of autumn

hurt my heart

With a languor

Monotone.

All suffocating

And pale, when 

Strikes the hour,

I remember

old days

And I cry,

And I'm leaving

In the bad wind

who takes me away

Here, beyond,

Same as 

Dead leaf.

VERLAINE

Saturnian Poems

Autumn

At any other season I prefer autumn;

And I prefer trees full of nests to songs

The confused and monotonous lamentation

What makes the golden harp of the great yellow oaks.

I prefer to lawns strewn with daisies

Where the spring shone its lively silver bells,

The deserted clearing where, sad and discreet,

The dead leaves make their soft, plaintive sound.

No more harvest in the fields, no more hay in the valleys;

But the future rye laughs on the brown furrows,

And the willow leaning its desolate branches

Serves as a nocturnal perch for the poor chicks.

And from the stream covered by the alders

To the heights where only the gorse has flowers,

The winter foliage which is staged in zones

Double the song of the nests of the hymn of colors.

And the apple trees are beautiful, bent under their pink fruits,

And the beautiful bloody vines marbled with black grapes,

But more beautiful collapsing under their open tongues,

The chestnut trees dressed in evening purple.

                                                       F.FABIE

Autumn

Hi ! woods crowned with a remnant of greenery!

Yellowing leaves on scattered lawns!

Hi, last nice days ! the mourning of nature

Suits pain and pleases my eyes!

I dreamily follow the lonely path,

I like to see again, for the last time,

This fading sun, whose dim light

Barely pierces the darkness of the woods at my feet!

Yes, in these autumn days when nature expires,

In her veiled glances, I find more attractions;

It's a friend's farewell, it's the last smile

Lips that death will close forever!

So, ready to leave the horizon of life,

Weeping for my long days, the vanished hope,

I turn around again, and with a look of envy

I contemplate his goods which I have not enjoyed.

Earth, sun, valleys, beautiful and gentle nature,

I owe you a tear at the edge of my tomb!

The air is so fragrant! the light is so pure!

To the gaze of a dying man the sun is so beautiful!

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The flower falls delivering its perfumes to the zephyr,

To  vie, to the sun, these are his farewells:

Me, I die; and my soul, as it expires,

Exhales like a sad and melodious sound.

                                             LAMARTIN

The beautiful fruits

Here are the black grape and the amber grape,

The apple with changing tones, the good and beautiful pear,

The sweet Reine-Claude with the mirabelle plum,

Blushing peach and golden apricot.

Their penetrating perfume fills the whole room;

And, when the golden wasp attracted by the amber fruits

Look out for blond plum or vermeil muscat,

With a white linen the good housewife

Hide from the marauder and defend from the sun

The tasty treasure that adorns the shelf.

                                     Henri CHANTAVOINE

October Rondel

October ocellated with gold spreads like a peacock

Its red streaming with emerald shivers,

And the leaves turn to the sky, following the mode

Mysterious and sweet pan flute.

The beech is like a cry of splendour! He suspends

Fire on the path tinged with ocher and iodine:

October ocellated with gold spreads like a peacock

Its red runoff with emerald shivers.

And in the deep park, where still floats a pan

Of vine-vine to the wind which comes, murmurs and prowls,

Towards the distances that the rich wood embroiders

A lavish carpet of jewels spreads

May gold-spotted October spread out like a peacock.

                                                  Raymond CORTAT

Gold ! Gold !

My trees are golden, tonight at the end of November,

In coral, topaz, chrome, ochre, amber...

But gold dominates their glorified branches.

Who will make more gold, they challenged each other,

The hard-hearted oaks, the smooth-flanked beeches,

And the puny bushes run up, in the lists,

With shavings of gold in their palms.

And the wild vine with feminine shivers

Said to me: "I do it too! - I do it too" said the fern

Raising her light guipure hennin.

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I accept this pure gold you offer me tonight

O my trees mournful to see winter appear!

And I gladly take a leaf from this beech,

And, rich in her, with this treasure in my hand,

I candidly want to continue on my way,

My rough path where an uncertain star trembles...

                                          Jean RAMEAU

                                    (The high lyre - Albin Michel)

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The secret

On the way near the wood

I found quite a treasure:

A nutshell,

A golden grasshopper,

A rainbow that was dead.

I didn't say anything to anyone

In my hand I took them

And I held it shut

Closed up to strangle

Monday to Saturday.

On Sunday I reopened it

But there was nothing!

And I told the dog

Lying in his green niche

How I was sad

He said to me without barking:

"Tonight you will dream!"

At night it was so dark

That I believed in a story

And all was lost.

But suddenly I saw

A ship in the sky

Dragged by a grasshopper

On rainbow waves!

      René de Obaldia

Lullaby

 

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Couleur de faîne,          _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         _cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_        Si doucement

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Si doucement          _cc781905-5cde- 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_                     _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_   If heard,

It's barely

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A la fontaine,          _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         _cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b -136bad5cf58d_     From his child.

The blackbird drinks

so gently,

It's barely

If we hear it.

 

 

          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_         _cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_     _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b- 136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905-5cde- 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_        Maurice Carême

I am a paragraph. 

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