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Below is the poem entitled BACKSTREETS OF PARIS - Monsieur L'Vampyre which was written by poet Vee Bdosa. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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Much of my poetry is also made into music-song video Demos. So far there are over 134 of them and they are on YOUTUBE, just do a search for "veebdosa" for them to show up. I only have over 300 more to do, they will all be there, plus writing at least 5 a week every week, and NO EXCUSES.
No, I am not attempting to be a singer, just a poet and songwriter, but do most of my own demos, and that is all they are, Demos, but open to the public as well.
Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to my back, I travelled light;

when Paris comes to all its greenery,
there's not a sight that means so much to me
as flowers holding to the hair
of Mademoiselles out ev'rywhere,
and laughing children, that's how life should be.

The beat of Paris leads a steady pace
and if you stop, you're holding up the race
there's not enough time in a day
to walk all of Champs Elysees
and so you miss the smile of ev'ry face.

But there are places few would care to go
with streets so narrow, darkness is the glow,
where yesterday's not in the past,
but here and now, and here to last,
with cobble stones laid many years ago;

a world of silence, far from natures care,
a place of echoes, snapping here to there;
the signs of life flow past your feet
and to the Seine, just down the street,
but leaves its scent, it's with you ev'rywhere.

This is a time, more than a place to be,
the soul of Paris few can ever see,
the very secrets of her heart,
where light of Paris had its start,
and left here for the very likes of me.

You hear her whisper in the mid of day,
or you might hear a concertina play,
but all that's Paris surely lies
right here for you before your eyes,
and it's the dream Parisians want to stay.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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  1. Date: 3/8/2013 12:49:00 PM
    You are so right, CL. Little do people realize that fast food originated in Paris. Sweet rolls and sweet coffee made ?afetière à piston with lots of fresh cream and lots of sugar for breakfast, why did the French also not invent Diabetes?And my favorite lunch , French hard rolls real Swiss cheese. I went to a place when I first arrived, & ordered, in my best tourist French, "Deux oeufs, s'il vous plait..." the waiter looked at me and said, "are you nuts, or what?" LOL True story.