tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43704578658999883722012-02-17T02:54:11.760+01:00Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-26913516639989741702009-11-12T17:57:00.004+01:002009-11-12T18:08:10.236+01:00On l'appelait petite princesse<br />Mais elle n'avait de sang<br />Que celui dont la richesse<br />Etait d'avoir vingt ans.<br />Alors pour qu'elle ne fonde en larmes<br />Je lui ai ouvert mon coeur,<br />Moi prince de sang dont ma seule arme<br />Etait un bouquet de fleurs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-2691351663998974170?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-67178944249274501752009-09-14T10:04:00.003+02:002009-09-14T10:11:41.350+02:00A toi, malgrés toutes ces années passées<br /><br />Je dédie ce quatrain<br /><br />Puisses-tu ne jamais m'oublier,<br /><br />J'aurai trop de chagrin. <br /><br />A mon fils JEAN-MICHEL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-6717894424927450175?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-72796356439271159712009-07-14T08:34:00.004+02:002009-07-14T08:55:35.543+02:00Un matin à Penestin,petite côte de bretagne,<br /><br />J'ai cru apercevoir un marin vêtu de blanc,<br /><br />A l'instant ou j'ai voulu saisir sa main<br /><br />Pour le sauver de l'ouragan<br /><br />Ma propre main ne touchait que le néant.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-7279635643927115971?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-84934910237726440322008-12-12T20:31:00.005+01:002009-07-14T08:33:51.364+02:00De son antre,la panthère noire est sortie<br /><br />Pour avertir NORBERT qu'un jour,<br /><br />L'Amour qu'il portait à Monia<br /><br />N'était en réalité que de l'Amitié.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-8493491023772644032?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-84648197087604581382008-10-14T06:08:00.003+02:002008-10-14T06:15:17.573+02:00Un jour sur une autoroute<br /><br />Monsieur flasch me prit,<br /><br />Cela m'empêcha de gagner ma croute<br /><br />Car mon travail ,je perdis.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-8464819708760458138?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-68386527923298920572008-09-20T08:31:00.002+02:002008-09-20T08:36:33.654+02:00S'il vous plait Mrs les Présidents<br />Arrêtez toutes ces guerres<br />Pour qu'un jour nos enfants<br />De vous puissent être fiers<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-6838652792329892057?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-7969243714539987072008-08-31T07:59:00.002+02:002008-08-31T08:02:39.321+02:00Le soleil filtre par la fenêtre<br /><br />Et ma raison de vivre change<br /><br />Je suis enfin content d'être,<br /><br />Un poète qui dérange.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-796924371453998707?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-55840935838026311792008-08-31T07:46:00.003+02:002008-08-31T08:04:45.426+02:00L'âge ne prend de ride<br /><br />Que lorsque l'on se plaint<br /><br />D'Amour je suis avide<br /><br />Mais avec mes rides je me sents bien.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-5584093583802631179?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-11042930098931931742008-05-07T07:58:00.002+02:002008-05-07T08:03:02.466+02:00<div align="center"><em>Un sourire ne s'achète pas ,il se donne</em></div><div align="center"><em>Merci dâme hotesse</em></div><div align="center"><em>Vous êtes une vraie princesse.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-1104293009893193174?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-63211084412530016632008-04-28T20:56:00.004+02:002008-04-28T21:11:33.355+02:00<div align="center"></div><em></em><br /><div align="center"><em>Ô muguet du premier Mai</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Ramassé avec Amour,</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Compter tes clochettes j'ai</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Pour les offrir ce jour.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-6321108441253001663?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-55176292031372368042008-04-11T15:56:00.002+02:002008-04-11T16:02:52.265+02:00<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sur un chemin de terre</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Un enfant joue</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Non loin tonne la guerre</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mais il s'en fout</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Inconscient du danger</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Il continue de jouer</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Une colombe pourtant est passée</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Pan.....Quelqu'un l'a tué !!!</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-5517629203137236804?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370457865899988372.post-53424215902857228362008-03-18T15:13:00.003+01:002008-03-18T15:21:02.947+01:00L'amitié est un sentiment dont je ne puis me passer, et la poésie est une de mes raisons de vivre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370457865899988372-5342421590285722836?l=gilbert-le-poete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gilbert le poêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02221519401806880871noreply@blogger.com2