Some Poetry/De La Poésie
This first poem was written by none other than Ginodean.net in commemoration of my new facial hair.
Ce premier poème a été écrit par mon ami Chris Dean, qu'on appelle "Ginodean.net". Le poème commémore ma nouvelle barbe.
He’s returned from a place known as France
And out there he took a big chance
He left smooth faced and feared
but now he’s got a beard
Now many lives Chris Snow will enhance.
Il est revenu d'un endroit qui s'appelle France
Et là-bas il a pris une grande risque
Il est parti avec une visage lisse
Mais maintenant il est barbu
Ce qui va ameliorer beaucoup de vies.
This second poem was sent to me by my friend from Marseille, Olivia.
Mon amie Marsaillaise, Olivia, m'a envoyé ce poème.
Monde habile à séduire
Monde aux plaisirs trompeurs
Qui, sous ton faux sourire,
Déguise tant de pleurs
Moi, qui fus ton esclave
Je ne t'appartiens plus
Libre de tout entrave
J'appartiens à Jésus
Faux biens que l'homme envie
Et qu'il attend toujours
Faux plaisirs de la vie,
Faux amis, faux amours,
La vérité m'appelle
Mon coeur ne vous croit plus
Pour la vie eternelle
J'appartiens à Jésus
-E. Monod
O seductive world
O world of false pleasures
Who, under your false smile
disguises so many tears
I, who was once your slave
Belong to you no longer
Free from every shackle
I belong to Jesus
O false treasure which men desire
And always hope for
O false pleasures of life
False friends, false lovers,
The truth calls to me
My heart no longer believes you
For the life eternal
I belong to Jesus.
Ce premier poème a été écrit par mon ami Chris Dean, qu'on appelle "Ginodean.net". Le poème commémore ma nouvelle barbe.
He’s returned from a place known as France
And out there he took a big chance
He left smooth faced and feared
but now he’s got a beard
Now many lives Chris Snow will enhance.
Il est revenu d'un endroit qui s'appelle France
Et là-bas il a pris une grande risque
Il est parti avec une visage lisse
Mais maintenant il est barbu
Ce qui va ameliorer beaucoup de vies.
This second poem was sent to me by my friend from Marseille, Olivia.
Mon amie Marsaillaise, Olivia, m'a envoyé ce poème.
Monde habile à séduire
Monde aux plaisirs trompeurs
Qui, sous ton faux sourire,
Déguise tant de pleurs
Moi, qui fus ton esclave
Je ne t'appartiens plus
Libre de tout entrave
J'appartiens à Jésus
Faux biens que l'homme envie
Et qu'il attend toujours
Faux plaisirs de la vie,
Faux amis, faux amours,
La vérité m'appelle
Mon coeur ne vous croit plus
Pour la vie eternelle
J'appartiens à Jésus
-E. Monod
O seductive world
O world of false pleasures
Who, under your false smile
disguises so many tears
I, who was once your slave
Belong to you no longer
Free from every shackle
I belong to Jesus
O false treasure which men desire
And always hope for
O false pleasures of life
False friends, false lovers,
The truth calls to me
My heart no longer believes you
For the life eternal
I belong to Jesus.
posted by Chris at 3:46 PM
8 Comments:
Allow me to add another limerick to the pile:
There once was a man named Chris Snow
Who, his whiskers, did grow
The ladies did swoon
And did think it a boon
If Chris Snow would like being their beau.
Hey Chris why don't you get over "olivia" this "girl" you met in France that no one knows is real. And date me...you bearded roast of man-meat
That previous comment has "Umbriaco" written all over it. And no, Eric, I will not date you.
Facial hair... sounds familiar. I now have some myself as well!
post already
why do you deny me access to what is indeed my own Snomob, namely a stir fry of your bearded roast
damn good blog, check out mine http://juicyfruiter.blogspot.com, comments always welcome!
even john calvin would of blogged again by now...
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