Best Laurent Poems

The End of Love

A secret grief rips apart all that was
Slaves to the sexual caresses of time
Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields
Of spring full wishes
Thou seeith the birth of love
Naked hopes surrounded by sweet perfumes
Seduced by the gods or by demon fools


Dancing, towards our...

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“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos -
Manolo Blahniks -
Shiny Pearls of cream glisten
Around the Chanel Milk...

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$hawty Got $wag

Shawty got swag,
Shawty mad dope.
Face all cheesin’,
She real turned up.
Goin’ to da club,
She steppin' wit her peeps,
Lookin’ so ratchet,
She’s straight up hoochie.

No racks in her pocket,
No stacks in her wallet,
But she all into bubbly
Slurpin’ and burpin’.
Lookin for a big baller,
Who’ll give her wat...

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[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ]



launched over ages of primaeval forces
my nomadic ancestry calls out to me
winds howl driven over rolling hills
atop a ridge of rugged mountains
beyond vestiges of the long silk road
the Mongolian empire looks back at me
the...

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‘Do I look good in this and I want the honest truth?’
‘Well honey it would help if you stepped outside the booth.’
‘The zip’s a little tight’ she said, so I knew the task ahead,
But I couldn’t really tell her to choose something else instead.

‘What do...

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The dam broke in Quebec.
My thoughts,
my words, 
and my pen
all moved.
Moved like the thin layer 
of brackish water
over the icy depths
of le Fleave St. Laurent.
Moved like the evening breeze
over the cobblestoned streets
past the lighted shops’ doors.
Moved like the flags flying 
over le Chateau Frontenac
as the...

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The last time I saw Paris
The lights had vanished from the skyline.
She sat quite calmly,
Speaking in a common tongue,
Words that soon dissolved like my intentions.
Her eyes met mine
Then turned away towards the moon.
I sat alone in midnight's room,
Lost in thought and memory;
Dreaming of what might...

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Afrika, 
Open your eyes. 
You know well your oppressors 
Just stop being their spies
The people you spy are your only defenders 
You could be out of those generational problems 
If you stood to support people of good hearts
Who sacrificed their lives for your future global benefits.

Afrika,...

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We should spend Christmas 
In Paris this year with Jean 
Christmas in Paris?

Spectacular plan
Let's buy the tickets and call 
Early and  call Jean 

Just then Tommy turned 
To them loaning his senses 
"I HOPE I'M GOING!"

"Intercontinental 
Paris  -  Le Grand great!"
"We need...

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Jacque Laurent Agasse
a vet he came to be
As a painter not so prolifique
but his horses were just the ticket...

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Multiple premise
olfactory adventures,
contemplative tactile
sensory ... Clothing
colors, odors, hues,
varnishes ...
Beauty has always done
fashion ... or your own
reason for being...
Fashion is a game
to show the generations
information, transgressions,
transmissions of customs and customs ...

What, or who influences that
and who? references, trends
biased almost always ...
Fashion is all that, it's fashion...

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[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ]



"Though I freely walk these streets, sometimes I'm mentally confined
Yesterday, today and tomorrow seem forever entwined
When I think I'm moving forward somebody pushes rewind
Gone are the bars in the windows, but not the bars...

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Let’s use Majorelle blue, okay?
I nodded.
Knowing nothing of it.

Morocco botanical garden blue.
Named for Jaques Majorelle.
French painter.

Nuturerer of gardens for forty years.
Eighteen years after his death.
Yves St. Laurent and Pierre Berge’ restored it.
A glorious lively cobalt blue....

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Laurent-Perrier cuvée brut,
Moet et Chandon follows suit,
Nicolas Feuillatte: brand is moot!
Only Krug is banned (too much loot).
Pommery, you will agree, is beaut!

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