Poetry from Timothee Bordenave

Jesus is with us.

In Paris, there is a legend,

That Jesus lives, rue Cordelières,

In a hidden villa, where ends,

A lane… Since our past hundred years.

He reputedly reads a lot,

Of old scriptures and some novels,

Served by a guard of the angels,

He thinks, he prays there, for the most.

Some say, He sometimes walk the streets,

To museums, or bakeries,

Or cafes, anonymously…

To a beggar, apparently,

A man who gifted jewelry…

Could have been Him ! 

                    Who knows ? 

                               Him, Christ !

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The poet plans for work.

You see me now, well quiet, at my library desk !

Director here. Further, I hear cars passing by,

Further, I see grey clouds… The silence is at stake,

Calm, as I read Plato : moments some wish could buy.

Then I take my pen on : I will write for Roma,

For the woman I love, her lips, their aroma…

I will write for Paris, for London, for Madrid,

For a farm in the snow, then for my youth in need.

I want to write again ! For a trip to Jersey, 

On a boat, whilst a storm was raging the Channel,

I want to write about hiking, and this tunnel…

In Geneva when I questioned my survival.

I will write about my past girlfriends – when opals,

Drizzled from their glances on our soft Odyssey !

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An adventurer, at home.

The soft, suavous scent, of these burnt lavanders,

Dwells my mind, whilst I quietly write this poem,

In my living room, books and paintings, masks and gems,

Just keep still… All around the silence reigns over.

Blessed be, o Lord ! Thy peace, granted to a poor boy,

Came with the faculty to work, and learn your books…

I can pray now Thy love, in this shrine full of joy,

Rich refuge for my life, which I am glad none took.

There are the jewelry, tailored clothes, lithographs,

Sea shells and silver lamps, ivories, or gold rings…

All reminding of past battles. – My humble being.

Then I will read the Psalms, the Gospels and some Saints !

Before writing a stance, a try, until I faint…

To express gratitude ! As for an epitaph.

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Timothee Bordenave

Born in 1984 in Paris, France, Timothee Bordenave is a French author of fiction and essays, and a poet. He has published about 27 books to date, and his literary works have been translated in large parts to about 20 languages… He is also a visual artist, whose photographs and paintings have been shown in France and on various international locations.

Timothee Bordenave studied Law, then he studied the Information Sciences. He used to work directing libraries in Paris, and nowadays he is a full time creative. With continuous media and university related publications worldwide, many art shows he presented around the world too, and his books published in French and English, he has been said by the critics : one of the most intriguing French writer – and artist – of his generation.

Aside from his own creativity, Timothee collects contemporary artworks, along with religious and ethnic artifacts. He also devotes himself to prayer, and the study of sacred texts and traditions from our civilization’s ancient masters throughout the World.

He describes himself as “a humble, quiet, and very ordinary man who only wants to serve as worker, in the vast fields of our Lord, as is recommended by the Good Spirit of the Gospels of Jesus.” “Living in a pilgrimage here, for his eventual salvation if the Skies would allow.”

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T. B. MMXXVI. III.

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