The Whores of La Rive Gauche
To talk of love, in such a time as now
is letting loose the devil in his day
for what is love is what life will allow
in search of feeling good in any way;
in sweet temptation of the heart and mind
we jump into what love has come to mean
then wrap our lives in what there is to find
and swear that it's the best there's ever been;
too late, discovery makes our hearts to see
we've let our beds to whores who want to stay,
and love, the joke, has layed so casually
where we have slept the night, and thru the day;
it's easy to be here in loves embrace
and so we never look love in the face.
© ron wilson
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
gauche, age, french, paris,
Form: Sonnet
Giving alcohol to a hungry crying child instead of milk
Advising a teenager to neglect all parental advice
Unleashing so much anger when love is on public display
Courting the girl next door just to steal her puppy
Endless stupidity, heaping more stains on an already bad personality
Categories:
gauche, character, environment, growing up,
Form: Acrostic
LA RIVE GAUCHE ARTIST
You touch the light that no one sees
and see winds whisper through the trees
deep in the night you think on these
few things, but everywhere.
You curse at life, the constant bore
but give it all you have and more
you're right on time but ask what for
when no one else is there?
You see the faces never shown
and bare the soul no one has known
but what you find are hearts of stone
who ask how could you dare?
You look too deep where no one goes
to feel the pain that on one shows
you know all things all Paris knows
when no one else would care.
You see each rain drop to the ground
and all night long you hear each sound
of mystery of what you've found
and hold them close and dear.
But you must hide these secrets of
what life's about, the pain, the love
and no one wants what's really there
though free--and everywhere.
© Ron Wilson Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
gauche, art, french, imagery, imagination,
Form: Lyric
THE WHORES OF La Rive Gauche
To talk of love, in such a time as now
is letting loose the devil in his day
for what is love is what life will allow
in search of feeling good in any way;
in sweet temptation of the heart and mind
we jump into what love has come to mean
then wrap our lives in what there is to find
and swear that it's the best there's ever been;
too late, discovery makes our hearts to see
we've let our beds to whores who want to stay,
and love, the joke, has layed so casually
where we have slept the night, and thru the day;
it's easy to be here in loves embrace
and so we never look love in the face.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
gauche, art, beauty, desire, french,
Form: Sonnet