Thanks to http://poetreecreations.org/author/poetreecreations/, Gillian Sim, by them I get published my poem above,
The poem must resist the intelligence, Almost successfully.
Soul-of-My Guitar Sometimes, when you get the Blues or The Nana of yours, she is jalous. That whe You feel lonely, to-night and in your heart, insides, it tears I harken to the Soul-of-my guitar, I hugged that Old'-companion of mine It's my Pêché-Mignion, my glass of wine My-bread-and-butter, my Duchess It's My guitar, my Gitane*, my muse. Keep your laughers, and your tears, and your sarcasm, and also please Doesn't matters if my sorrow that's ye amuse we had, an _á peut-prêt, this small talk T'was two o'clock in morning, I suppose This kind of a language, I propose, and a lit'le of your time, I may dispose if you please, and I will take I said to her: "Longtime no-see, dear" She said: " I was just sitting here, already set, with all my frets Longing for your fingers, on my neck to linger I was all the time Resting on a chair," I was "Just gathering some dust_ And you were always at a hast," "You fled for a woman,and her hair," Now, that you come back to me, with heart-broken, at last And for my hard strings always to press_ At seventeen, I know L'Amour, ç'a blesse." I'm longing for your caress, I am weeping, Can't you see it?" with some reproach in her voice, She said: "can You believe it?" I said: " Ain't got no choice" "mais encore", she said I said, "Strike a chord" "It doesn't mean a thing," I plaid "Seise the thing," she said, "and let it go" Grate the strings, just add a touch, some Sol La Si and the such And Say it low And the words will follow And put some rhymes. It works sometimes Then, there you get the Blues, And you'll be at ease" I said: "tonight. " I have to write, she said:" and it's will be alright, just get it right." "And you are done with that beautiful mess" __At a wee hour, I felt like my soul of a poet, and a troubadour, I ceise my companionable guitar so I just gave it a try, and see what happens, like bonjour, it's five morning _Kalimelo
*Gitannes, a trademark of French cigarettes, and it means also, a gypsy woman fortune-teller
*gitane, a gypsy woman_ Frensh Dictionaries