Balzac Poems - Poems about Balzac

...L’amour est la poésie des sens -Honoré de Balzac Translation: Love is the poetry of the senses. At dawn, I look through the window at the cerulean sky…enjoy a few moments of perfect Tranquili......Read the rest...

...The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein are entirely unsolicited, uncompensate......Read the rest...

... There was a poet from France, Who thought he really could dance! Up onto the Eifel tower he went,  Not walking straight but really quite bent. Whoops and ooh-la-la! Onto the French ear......Read the rest...

... Afterglow .....Back to Heart On the lonely beach at dusk. Just you and I,filling the air with our golden sensual musk. Yes and yes, run your fingers across my downy back,   Read for me d......Read the rest...

...("FAKE") King Harry Kane... also unknown as (D. Lucian Null) Sprung from the best over active imagination damnedest confection of this fictitious writer of fiction earnest and fra......Read the rest...

...Balzac is beading, Robespierre is reading, Introversion I am needing, Reflections I am heeding, In old bat cave central, Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical, Wisdom is supposed to come with age......Read the rest...

...SMALL TOWN LIBRARY IN OCTOBER Sleepy with silent words , soundless print Outside a world of school bells and traffic hum. Cant keep my focus, glasses need renewing. Read sam......Read the rest...

...Balzac writing the night away and taking a long piss into the 19th century chamber pot......Read the rest...

...A man like you considered I a myth... They just do not exist in nature. There must along side something odd herewith. Dark and poignant. I meet you, stranger. You read, you write, you're ju......Read the rest...

...It’s very difficult to start to write as soon as inspiration come that have done it leading legions of others duties, wants, desires, tricks and trifles have occupied you around at all. Sud......Read the rest...

...Your treat, Monsieur de Honoré, a sundae, hot fudge, an iced cream dream sans bureaucratic nightmares, those trance-like states of oh, so good men; the static office-men who barely skimmed life's s......Read the rest...

...the braising tomorrow gathered beneath me upon a silent glare sounded by great wealth unwanted unneeded borrowed from yesterday oh how I gazed above ground whimpering a solid tear formed......Read the rest...

...SMALL TOWN LIBRARY - OCTOBER Sleepy with silent words , soundless print Outside a world of school bells and traffic hum. Cant keep my focus, glasses need renewing. Read same......Read the rest...

...Spirit whose work is done The produce of my poetry A scented gift Designedly Bearing the present moment. I´m unable to make a living from my poetry Even though i would not freeze in most ......Read the rest...

...Some … First and second grade Professors Put their hands On the lexical dictionary To harvest their oath For TO BE OR NOT TO BE Puzzle. The time Balzac Is resting his feet In a ho......Read the rest...