Timothee Bordenave. Nine poems written in English. January 2026.

 They were part of the publication entitled « Pilgrimage », released in India in 2022

Timothee Bordenave, in France, Paris.

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A French author and a visual artist, from Paris. He has published many books, written both in French and in English. He has also presented his photographs and paintings, in France and abroad, at many different events.

His perspective on creativity and the arts is a simple and straightforward research for the beauty, the harmony, to meet with a good message of devotion, peace, love, amiability and respect, as taught by the Gospels of Christ.

T.B.

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The retired french Gangster to his new Yoga Master

« Nothing remains to me

Anymore, I have lost

My wife in Miami

And which is maybe worse

All my money in Nice…

But then why would I care

It was not mine, I guess

The life of a gangster

Full of speed and distress

Drags you to the abyss…

And... Life is a true chance

If you like what you do

As my friend Mamadou

Used to tell me in France

In two thousand and two

I will start from anew

And while I stay with you

I will be happy to

Settle in Bangalore !

And I will learn some more

Of your science, Hindu…

You will open the door

For a karmic rescue,

To lift me from the floor ! »

(a moment of silence)

…

« Do you know Nice ?

It's very nice ! »

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A Parisian party fiend (What he did last summer)

Partied, party again,

Toast for Amanda Lear,

With my mate Édouard Baer,

At festival de Cannes…

Moved on to Athens, Greece…

Big one in Mykonos…

The second was a loss !

Epic comeback to Nice…

Casual gig in Paris,

A place called “Trois souris”.

But, the weather was dull…

Two weeks in NYC,

Dropped it with the MCs,

Flirted with a fit girl…

Ended in Normandie,

Bound to homeland again…

Party with some old friends !

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The Mansion

There are trees, lawns around, a mansion and the skies…

The Sea is not here though, or as a remembrance,

The Sun plays hide and seek and a fly there dances

Trees, lawns, the Sun, the skies, this house and a fly…

And there are you and me, and we read the poems,

With a glass of juice, and smoke dims the indoor lights

As the afternoon passes and runs out of sight…

We are quiet children in the mansion of dreams !

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The Sea (Discussion)

The beauty of a wave

The deep warmth of the Sun

And I dream ! And Dream on

With joy for this day saved…

- Sail the Seas o my pale

Wild Dreams - I will stay here

With my girl on the clear

Sand shoreline stream - She’s Kale… 

Could you buy cigarettes ?

Asks Kale

Honey they’re off

But I Have Davidoffs

In my blue jeans pocket 

- Poke

- Once they will be back

We have a plane to take ! 

- Yes… Berlin sounds great !

I can’t wait ! 

- Please, give me a kiss…

Darling Miss !

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The wizard’s in love

« - I am your wizard !

Sweet Ma Margot !

What should I catch ?

Three days of blizzard ?

Or a snatch ?

Or a gin-cargo ?

A crown of dandelions ?

Or a French mansion ?

Or maybe a lark,

Singing on a birch ?

Or a bench in a church ?

Or a ship and its pavilion,

Sailing far and far ?

Or a dimension,

Of our perception,

Where we look bizarre,

And I wear a trench ? »

« -Can we light a torch,

And walk in the dark ?

Then sit to watch,

The stars ? »

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Kalina

Kali, o Thy, love of Shiva,

Reign onto me, with all Justice !

For my few instants : Glory, Bliss,

Of you o Thy Kali, deva…

To Kali my life will provide,

I will revere Her, night and day,

Until a new heart grows inside,

My heart ! Rectified from astray…

“- Serve ! Whisper the echoes… - Serve Her !

- You might be in Her Graces, flare !”

I dear, and I dear my prayers…

The noble Mysteries we glean,

Praying Kali, drive on a lane,

Of flowers, the thoughts of Her priests…

“Kali ! Asceticism ! Feist !”

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Ode to the Sun

If one looks right into the Sun

For a second the sight grows dim

Then varies the actual esteem

Of Futures, Presents and Times Gone

O Thy Sun Keeper of our Dreams

Lead us ! For an Eternal dance…

We will not forget the immense

Love you showed as laced on your beams…

When we darling buds of a tree

From Earth live the scope of our lives

Light our ways ! Everlasting Wise !

Galactic

     Glorious

           Memories !

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What did the French do ?

(Cock a doodle doo !)

Frenchmen are well known for their meals

Since the dawn of Time -And they set

Up many useful things : they let

To day Stew, Barrels, Omelet

Mayonnaise, Mustard, Red Wine, Ale…

After these, they hosted the Christ

Back from revival -In Marseille

He taught them Courtesy, and stayed

For a while -Till Temple’s betray…

-He left with His long kept secrets…

Then the French found out Vinegar

Of the four birds, a medicine,

Measured the weight of oxygen

With Pascal -“They think thus they are”

Had said Descartes…

Then : White Sugar

Then : Aspirin

Spleen…

Rimmel

Modern Art…

Cinema

Bras

Atome

Perfume

Swing…

Air Mail…

…

Let’s stop with Bikini !

“Et les filles

Qui habillent

Leurs menus

Coeurs Nus

Dans le Gris

Paris

Sourient…

Dis !

C'est le Paradis !”

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Prayer

O Thy

Lord

In the Skies

Up High…

At your

Chords

Love pours

The Hours

Angels

Orb

Channels

Eternal

My Faith

Ore

Thy Blesseth

Forever !

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T.26