Avignon Poems - Poems about Avignon

...Easter Eggs and Tulips Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 1888 on the first day of Spring. He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green grass found at my grandmother’s old house,......

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...Easter Eggs and Tulips Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 88 on a spring day. He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green grass shoots in May found at my grandmother’s old house, whe......

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...PART ONE You tap me on the shoulder and ask whose staff I'm on, Startled I try to tell you but see that you have gone Down the path of memory to a place of no-recall Where I'll no longer find y......

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...Lazy-bones, forsake your bed! Shake off dull sloth, rise from the dead! On the bridge of Avignon there is dancing. Join the fun! Ye gold-laden, ye who beg, off to that bridge and shake a leg! Y......

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...Enea is Pope! (1) It doesn’t look good. There is restiveness around the ‘hood. Naples is in turmoil, a bastard claiming the throne – but is he even a bastard? ......

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...It’s 1914, and Hollywood star Mabel Normand has just helped new boy Charlie Chaplin to develop his “Tramp” character. She is wondering if she’s done the right thing. I gave him everything – ......

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...Alone, in Paris The flowers sing Le jardin du Luxembourg I look at all the pretty ladies Which one of them pray tell Is you The one who wishes for that sweet caress The one whose painting han......

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...Entwined in a lovers sweat Passions sated, as a cool breeze Brings in the scent of the night Tongues tasting of wine, fully satisfied Eternal happiness, could this be? Or should I run under g......

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...Always finding the quite of stillness; peaceful waters her, reflections.... Be it here or, perhaps there ? Assembling their higher educational think tanks Joey bought a condo at Venice while Pamela, ......

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...In the lover's tongue's they call them romantic languages for their own sake Escucho tu susurro amor I hear your love whisper Her Spanish tongue trills, a lingual click on her ivory teeth reminisc......

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...A Tree grows in Avignon Planted by a Soldiers hand, She slept, while Europe blazed. Bore silence through winters cull, Captured in darkness, there to laze Amongst the ruins of Avignon. Free......

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...Blackj on white art- sepia in a time capsule. Ekphrasis-A Memory of Avignon-Edward Hardman-Photographer.......

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