Best Haute Poems

The dragon of Haute-Savoie is flying
while shimmering into the night
with silvery scales reflecting the moon -
a most welcome marvelous sight.

Higher he’s soaring as if his stretched wings
are touching the stars of the sky.
The stars seem to nod, twinkling approval.
Oh, dragon, our saviour, fly high!

Fly with...

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I've heard a dragon's tale since I was a wee boy
of a gentle creature who lived near a great sea.
Tis said it guards the sleepy town of Haute-Savoie
from its lair beneath the mountain, Pointe Percee.

Deep in French pastures, awash in emerald green
cattle graze in meadows...

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"Haute Desiderata" 

things of beauty
drip off bodies
transitory

le rêve privé
vague veil 
reveals desiderata

transparent
magical
pomp

exotique
automaton
idle idol walk

robotic
sensuous 
cool and vacant 

such beauty 
drips off bodies
transitory desiderata

elusive
illusory 
birds of paradise

haughty 
haute
pomp desiderata

gilded
graceful 
incomplete 

desiderata drifting
dwindling 
desideratum

elusive
statues idyll 
idle idol walk

numbing 
comfortable
birds of paradise

les grand faux apparat
ad infinitum 
mute Belle...

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At Pointe Percee 
a dragon's lair sits 
a guardian of Haute-Savoie 

Lush meadows painted an emerald green
in spring, and in the autumn 
cattle lie satiated in abundant pastures 

A knight of the kingdom 
entrusted with powerful effect of the very soul 
shut in behind its...

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Smiles spread across populace faces,
An image in clouded darkness graces; 
Their hearts filled with such treasure -
A hero of might beyond measure.

At the sight of a winged silhouette,
Risen to face the fascist threat; 
Spread across the night sky,
Haute-Savoie Knight with dragon high.

Scales shimmering silver blues,
Reflected...

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A terrible spell cast darkness across the land
So the dragon flew on wings of the night
This magical spell folks could not understand
Could the dragon make everything right?

The Knight of the kingdom sat high on his back
But there was no moon to act as their guide
Together...

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Haute Prejudice.

Wrapped around manicured fingers,
Carats and ounces.

Flung over muscled shoulders,
Pin-stripes and silk.

Shoveled down open mouths,
Caviar and oysters.

Reeking from each pore,
Prejudice and hate.

The reeking odour is alive.

It is carried by the forlorn breeze,
Wafting through mansions and jacuzzis.

The reeking odour of the whispered epithet,
Lingers on as the...

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Exquisite marmalade rays with emerald and white lines 
Whimsically folding immense dimensions into the eyes
Beneathe that silhouette sparkling skin the dragon wing
A Face to phase the dragons master the winner, th' night
For It is er' haute savoie, floral spring and autumn leaves 
Er' home and...

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At Pointe Percee,
a mighty dragon in his mountain lair watches;
as guardian of the kingdom of Haute-Savoi.

His lair is surrounded by forests painted in hues of green,
in the spring, summer and fall;
cattle, sheep and horses graze on fertile lands,
in winter everything is draped in pristine white.

A...

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The dragon and his rider knight
Follow the clouds all through the kingdom
Smiles follow the dragon around
and the knight's soul glows with power
Above the kingdom Haute-Savoie

The meadows green and lush with grass,
the rivers churning white with froth
The moon sings her silent song as 
the dragon flies...

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Gotcha! Once respectable haute cuisine thief Sue She...,
a septuagenarian renown for his trademark prank
to steal himself into a neighboring house,
and prepare an elaborate meal
unsuspectedly nabbed gorging
(ala man versus food
Adam Montgomery Richman fame
Brooklyn, New York boy)
at an undisclosed location.

When asked why
he left figurative bread crumbs
to the...

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she said he was a hoffknocka
a proletariat sort of peasant.
more so a woff doff casscul
a simon descendant of peasantry
he found comfort in poverty.
she refused to help him:
her brother whom
she loved as a child: but she
found it easy to walk on him
as an adult.
those whom you...

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High fashion,
                 high culture ...
                 One finds the other ...
   ...

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In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole.

It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Versailles - a grand ball - and the air...

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