"O Earth", the poem for Earth by Rémi Guillet (spleen)

[Janic]

It is your object, you know where you can put it, in addition! You will see, this cause will have good effects on you ...

the difficulty is not to introduce it, but to remove it considering the scrap of scrap with a well-defined function. the object is interesting, but it is also a way of pushing, especially the ladies, towards alcoholism !

[Ahmed]

Another tactic of wine lobbies!

[plasmanu]

From the gang of beer drinkers instead
proof is made that Ahmed is not an alcoholic

[GuyGadebois]

From the gang of beer drinkers instead
proof is made that Ahmed is not an alcoholic

It is true that encapsulated wine (with this kind of capsule) is rather rare! Otherwise we find more and more wine with a screw cap, mostly foreign wines.

[Ahmed]

Damned! I unmasked! I readily admit it: when it comes to alcoholism, I am neither a believer nor a practitioner!
I even offered my services to the gendarmerie to test their breathalyzers!

[Christophe]

Today Rémi sent me this text:

Message from the future

You are relentless
To observe the past
By interposed telescopes
While our future was in great danger and you knew it ...

Why have our life so despised
We, your children that so-called
You loved so much ...
But what were you really like?

Know that today
Your traces, your many writings have betrayed you!
Yet you had the best tools
To anticipate what happened!


You have been able to bear witness to all these beautiful birds
Of all these multiple and sublime animals
Of this biodiversity in fine by you so poorly respected
That you were nevertheless so numerous to pamper

And today of all this nothing more
Despite the sorrowful spirits of some!
Of the human understanding that took you to great heights 
You have remained incapable of forbidding your delirium ...

Until nothing left us
We are your followers
Who still have the same eyes as you to cry behind our spacesuits
When there is nothing left to see, to breathe, to love ... so tender!

Rémi Guillet (November 2021)

[Christophe]

Another poem by Rémi Guillet:

I met a slave...


He was beautiful

He was young

Dedicated and smiling

But visibly pressed for time


I knew his social conditions

I knew the time allotted to a delivery, to my delivery

I even thought that during this time it belonged to me

Then understood that the next moment to you, even the slave, he would be...


As in the circuses of yesteryear, he worked "without a net"

Seeming despite everything of his vulnerable fate rather satisfied

A spell that kept him in great danger

And without any "visibility"


...


But then how do you accept this, you who seem so sensible to me?

You with your morals and your ancestral values!

You can see the world has come to deserve to be hated

With its colossal hypocrisy, its modern barbarities


With his inability to consider

To share differently

What he has the nerve to still call "added value"...

This incredible illusion linked to our human activity which takes away from our heritage without counting!


...


Ah! I forgot

He said he was UBER

We called it UBER

I would prefer here to name him Hubert...


In the name of this Father of progress, poor Hubert!

Rémi Guillet (June 2022)

[Exnihiloest]

Another poem by Rémi Guillet:

...
He was beautiful

He was young

He had big, very clear eyes
He smelled like hot sand?

Dedicated and smiling
...

Ah! I was afraid !

[Janic]

nullard the modest narcissist!

Sorry not to be boorish enough for you to understand me.

we are not here on the subject of humor, but it is successful as a joke all the same.