Haute Poems - Poems about Haute

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 very doorstep of his demise with a mouth full of food...

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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 itself seemed to vibrate with a feverish energy. As we...

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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 Époque bardot bardo comfortably numb on repeat (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) Schiaparelli Haute Couture/ Fall-Winter...

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

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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 love they all love me. they despise you they look to their world...

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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 they traveled to plan their attack Knight of Haute-Savoire was ready...

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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 a hundred hues, As the dragon blocked out the sky, Arching its...

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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 your knight whose armor shines brightly. Oh, dragon and knight we...

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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 sheltered caves for billion of years; er' lair This kingdom this...

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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 past A shadow wavers across the ground Foxes look up and the...

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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 of rich abundant grass. It's a kindgom ruled by a kindly...

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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 princess of the kingdom, with such beauty that to look upon...

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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 high walls Smiles spread across the populace faces their hearts...

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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 perfume fades away. I try to hide. In dusty corners and trashy...

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