In France there once was a free petting zoo
Into which walked curvy Madame Leroux --
As she braced to sit
Tight dress ripped a bit --
Precocious kid said, I think I'll pet you
July 29, 2019
A Limerick, Old or New: Your Personal
Favorite Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
(Christine)
And in my dreams he sings to my young soul,
he is darkness, passion, lust,
and he is beautiful.
He is obsession, danger and desire,
hiding in labyrinth catacombs his disfigured face,
a scar I do not see.
He lives his shadowy existence,
feared by all
behind a mask he hides.
He is the Phantom of the Opera,
the grand Paris Opera House.
He has taught my voice to sing, sweet and strong,
while terrorizing all who care for me,
yet, I cannot resist his love.
He has created an underground palace, dazzling.
Yet, there is another who offers me romance,
he is handsome and has a quiet safety to offer me,
so, I must turn away, my love.
He is the Phantom of the Opera,
the grand Paris Opera House.
(Phantom)
Go, forget me, let me go, it is over.
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November 13, 2016
Poetry/Lyric/Tragic Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-849-707-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Phantom Lyrics
Sponsor, The Seeker
Inspired by the song, Phantom Of The Opera(it made me weep)
and the book written by Gaston Leroux, 1910, Horror Novel
Sixth Place
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