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The Celtic jewel
A nice snapshot in history
Hemingway
Almost earned her respect
And I used to think
All Parisian girls
Would be like Betty Blue
The Arc de Triomphe
And the Eiffel Tower
Still stand
Just as sure
As when
Hitler rolled in
Since then
The cup of political correctness
Hath runneth over
Spilling poison
All over the map of Europe
And cities such as Paris
Have suffered the affliction of dilution
Homogenized people
Slowly being milked of their humanity
The enemy is not from within
But without
Paris is one of those places
Like Stonehenge
The energy is good
The air is smooth
Soft
And the place itself
Is at peace
With itself
I finally found a good Beaujolais
It’s a 2014 Brouilly
I owe Paris this poem
She has been good to me
Kept me safe
During dangerous times of occupation
It’s a nice place to wake up in
And always will be
Eventually the French resistance
Will rise up
Just as before
It took time
It always takes time
You got under my skin
Six months in Paris
Will draw a tear in my eyes
When I leave
It already has
Copyright © Robert Black | Year Posted 2015
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I shook my hips down at Heart Break Hotel...
My ghost now supposedly wanders to where, I just
will not tell.
I had a twin brother that died at birth...
My mother i dearly loved had died and i had had her put beneath
the grave sight's earth.
I smiled my sneer into the camera, while'st singing to a Teddy Bear.
The money kept rolling in from the sale of my records.
I had kissed Anne Margaret and Marilyn Monroe on the cheek.
I shot many tv screens showcasing the talented songs of the Beatles.
Their music got under my skin like many sharp pointy, syringed needles.
My drug habit almost got me thrown into a Jail House Rock...
Not Hard Rock Cafe.
I bought Caddy's for complete strangers out on the street...
Teenagers danced to my music's own Rock-A-Billy beat.
I enjoyed the skies that were colored a nice Blue Hawaii.
My father would never mispell my middle name on my tombstone...
I am still alive in hiding in Buonas Aires, and totally living alone.
A price was put on my head...
So my coffin was filled with a waxed dummy controlled by a refridgerated
encasement.
I no longer reside at my Memphis mansion's very own basement.
I once sang to a sad looking Basset Hound...
No more new songs by me, will there ever be heard my deep voiced
sound.
No more singing to that stupid looking Basset Hound.
On that island so far away-I go by the name of Mr.John Burroughs.
I'm making more money while being dead, than alive...
My children and Granchildren will be left well to do and materially survive and
thrive.
I've been spotted eating out of a bucket, pieces of chicken...
It's been reported that my fingers what was i had been seen, lickin'.
I was 'The King of Rock and Roll...
I started it all, i've been tole'.
Copyright © Michael Gale | Year Posted 2007
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Thai By
This place gets under your skin. Slowly creeping in like black Texas gold. I said I'd never partake in the cat house girls. Seeing them each day for eighteen months was routine. Walking past the 'venues' to my shop. Usual hi's and hello's.
Then one fine humid day, bang! I happened. I changed. Cabin fever? I walked into Suzi's Place. I put my cash on the counter and grinded the mamasan first. Then her two daughters followed by every other girl in there. It took thirteen hours.
I totalled twenty eight girls. Most were nice. I can't tell my wife. My mate could, his wife's cool. Mine isn't. I'll say I was busy inking from dawn to dusk. I'm not sure what came over me. The Thai air got under my skin. That day tattooing could wait.
Maybe I'll do it again. Invite my wife and her toy boy. Did I say that people are strange here? I fit in well...
Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex | Year Posted 2015
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You said "why don't you just get over it",
But it's really not that easy,
I feel incomplete without you here,
Wondering where we went wrong.
For once I was happier than ever,
I could feel the fireworks,
I felt the sparks and saw the color
In your cheeks when we kissed.
I heard warmth in your words,
Saw your eyes sparkle,
How could you say it was a mistake,
It was all just a lie?
I've lost my way now,
Can't get back home,
No matter how far I travel
It's never far enough.
I'm running to the place,
The one you once called home,
And I can't stop from screaming your name,
But I know you won't be there.
I’m trying my hardest, really,
But I’m constantly being reminded,
It’s not fair but what can I do?
I swore that was the last time.
It’s not like you didn’t know
I loved you, you knew, the thing is,
I thought you felt this way too,
And now your story’s changed to suit you.
What were you so afraid of?
You promised me forever,
What made you change your mind?
I don’t understand.
I've lost my way now,
Can't get back home,
No matter how far I travel
It's never far enough.
I'm running to the place,
The one you once called home,
And I can't stop from screaming your name,
But I know you won't be there.
And all I can say is,
I tried, I tried to love you
But you didn’t want it,
You pulled away.
So why can’t I stay away?
You’re a drug, you left me
Breathless, defenseless,
Nowhere else to turn.
You said "just move on,
I don’t know what you expect of me",
I was just a silly mistake to you,
A foolish girl who fell for lies.
I've lost my way now,
Can't get back home,
No matter how far I travel
It's never far enough.
I'm running to the place,
The one you once called home,
And I can't stop from screaming your name,
But I know you won't be there
Every minute I waste
Is another minute gone,
But I can’t stop myself,
You got under my skin.
Made a home inside my heart,
And tore my feelings apart,
I’ve become numb, I don’t
Know what to feel anymore.
It’s so frustrating, tiring to still
Stand here waiting, hoping
You’ll change your mind and see
I’ve always been here.
And maybe this is just
A repeat of everything,
Maybe I do deserve better,
But I never wanted better.
I've lost my way now,
Can't get back home,
No matter how far I travel
It's never far enough.
I'm running to the place,
The one you once called home,
And I can't stop from screaming your name,
But I know you won't be there....
Copyright © Summer Arthur | Year Posted 2013
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Honeysuckle can't survive on tear drops
And rainbows lose their beauty without rain
Heavens sent down angels that still haunt me
And tattooed on my heart is your name
What seemed so temporary is now forever
And I carry you with me all the time
But my heart's not the only place that you left your mark
You also lay heavy on my mind
Tattooed on my heart you'll be forever
Yet I'm not sure how you got under my skin
It's as though you've taken on a new persona
And left me living in what could have been
It's funny how you managed to find space
When some of my past loves brought me to the brink
You've erased all those lesser known little heart aches
And instead you used permanent ink
Tattooed on my heart you'll be forever
And you somehow remain under my skin
It's as though you've taken on a new persona
And became heart aches evil twin
Tattooed on my heart you'll be forever
Till the day they put me in the ground
The silence and pain of the unknown
Speaks volumes without making a sound
Tattooed on my heart you'll be forever.......
Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2017
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Because for once i allowed you in,
to take a breathe, deeper then skin,
you cut away deep at my soul,
you took away my only hope,
my belief in a life with you by my side,
a wonder in words you so often denied,
everything you whispered all the secrets
you stowed, left me here with nothing but this
paper and stone,
the stone in my hand from the day that we met
on that beach in Alabama, filled with regret,
and this paper with the words,
don't ever forget.
so why do i keep these memorize so cold,
because it keeps me surrounded by the happy times,
the times we could say we loved each so,
but now its all been thrown miles out the closest window,
you took away my breathe, got under my skin,
you sealed yourself into my every grin,
with you leaving this paper and stone,
you finally told me,
you let us all go.
Copyright © Brittany Meikle | Year Posted 2010
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The hours I spent,
Wasting my damn time confiding in you.
Are you now going to sit there,
With a smug grin plastered on your face,
And tell me it was all for nothing?
I don't know,
I've never been in love,
Where my heart swells with euphoria,
Only to have it smashed into a thousand
Slivers of what used to be a whole.
I've never felt that,
But I think I'd rather feel that,
Then have my heart brutally crushed
By my own blood.
I'm never going to get
Those precious moments back,
And I know for sure, you can never,
Ever make up for the ocean of tears,
These seemingly hollow brown eyes
Have cried because of you.
These hollow eyes that you see now,
Are actually deeper than you'd ever think.
They reach into the depths of my soul,
That you only wish you could see,
But are masked by the hurt your sharp words
Lashed upon me.
God, I want to hate you,
I want to look you in the eyes
And scream all the hate out.
But I can't,
Damnit, I can't even though
I wish I could.
I want to put words to this pain
And I want you to feel what I do.
I will NEVER give you the satisfaction
Of knowing you got under my skin.
I will never, ever
Let myself be as low as you.
Copyright © Bella G. | Year Posted 2008
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Why do I still feel trapped
If you've set me free?
Is there nothing that can loosen
Your hold on me?
Please release this death grip
You have on my heart.
If you squeeze any tighter,
I'll surely fall apart.
I told you it's over,
And I don't want to be friends,
But your love is cruel torture
That never seems to end.
I should never have let you
Dig your claws in,
Should have left you before
You got under my skin.
Please leave me alone,
I have my own life.
I'm sorry to tell you
I'll never be your wife.
Copyright © Krissy Ward | Year Posted 2005