Geneva Poems - Poems about Geneva

strange shrouds

I sat in restless chairs
I breathed stilted air
what feeling compares
with feeling squandered?

I’m not sadfishing,
I was bored in a 5-star hotel.
I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool
and I felt like I was marinating in boredom.

It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was
the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down.

I wasn’t

lemon-shine

The bright sunrise made the snow-covered Alp mountain-tips, an hour-away-by-car, glow like they were topped with lemon ice-cream. Was this evidence of magic?

Peter (my bf) and I are low atop the five story Hotel de la Paix, in Geneva, which seems like a small town - with only 10 slightly interesting things to see -

new moon

People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. These Geneva people seem more Germanic and reserved than the French, although they’ve stolen our language. Maybe they license French or subscribe

The Geneva campaign

Some responsible humans, are beating a path to 
A nondescript country' may they focus real heat.!
On the coldness we know of' how much more hides away?
Is there love in that nation; maybe those native will say.?
I would they will come out in welcome? flowers to place.'
Before these good spirited visitors, who care; all's not to

geneva

During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith in plodding persistence.
We were tested and sent packing.

Today, I’m in Geneva, with Peter (my bf). He works for CERN. I’m on vacation - but

in-coming

Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now,
and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours.
My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying.
I’m leaving an empty room - making one last pass with a broom.

I’m stuffing my bag, with the last few things, for escape on aluminum wings.
My dreams, woven in bright, butterfly

Lake Geneva Girl, Remembers

A teenage girl, a bit of a flirt.
Lying on a beach blanket,
Yes,  that one~ right over there!
Can you see that bubbling brunette?

Lays back down in her two piece,tartan, 
bathing suit.
White-heart shaped glasses cover her eyes.
She rubs sun lotion on her dancer's thighs.

He cannot see her watching his physique ...
his gold, skin glistening, muscular and tweaked.
Only to

Living In Geneva In the 1550s

This is an interesting subject matter
so many things come into your mind
having been to Geneva while on holiday
such a beautiful; city was I to find

Geneva was the centre of the reformation
way back in the 1550s that was the time
when God by His spirit was at work
people were being changed, all did rhyme

God's chosen instrument preached

Benny Got Fever

There was once a middle aged man from Geneva
Who everyone around, called Benny the weaver,
He preferred living in England,
As it was closer to Finland,
His girlfriend lived there, she was a dreamer.
Forgot her address never much of an achiever
Ended up in Sweden, got sick had a fever,
Collapsed in the street, an ambulance came,
The next day was

Geneva Has Evolved

"Fragments and crumbs of life, 
                                  all the little pieces" 

           

Almost Sad In Geneva

Lake Léman must float
the weight of the city –
Its grey stolid affluence
needs hydraulic help.
Our paddle steamer chuffs
beyond the tall fountain.
For a while, grand houses
bob beside us.
In Geneva the poor must fit between
the opulence.
Up ahead, Mont Blanc,
and other Wagnerian massifs,
begin to shrink us into fisheyes.
Then sunlight spills its sky
into the deep waters.
Suddenly we are afloat on

Geneva - a Swiss Crown

It was over twenty years ago
on holiday in lovely Switzerland
living at Vevey along Lake Lemon
one day sailed into the city so grand

Sailing into the majestic Geneva
the mighty water fountain confronts you
a prelude to the magnificence supreme
indeed a Swiss crown one so few

A visit was made to the wall
the great reformation mark so grand
there stand Farel,

Geneva

if you've been around the block then you've been around the world.
I've found out that the only way I could relive my life was through the eyes
of my little girl.

the feeling of being loved for who you are without giving nothing in return,
innocence is a gift wrapped in perils ,for every mistake she made was

Geneva Giants

Wall
of
reform,
carved in stone-
four statues...just men !


http://www.sacred-destinations.com/switzerland/geneva-reformation-monument.htm

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