Long Coquette Poems

yeah, right ...
do you really think I believe that?
that I'll swallow that pill?
look at the damn lines on this brow ...
do you think they were etched
by happenstance??
not even CLOSE, sweetheart
I earned those ragged rivulets one-by-one
and...

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MY FIRST FRENCH KISSES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

My first french kiss; I was lanky, skinny, barely fifteen
I had the hots for the popcorn girl, she was eighteen
She made and sold the popcorn at the Strand Theater
Our mutual...

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“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”

Lavender seduces symmetry  
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable

a swollen tangerine sky 
moves its tongue over 
the blues of her violet harbour 

calling the siren...

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To tell the truth,
I was no fan of opera, in my youth...

When did it come...?   That turning point....?
I do not know, ........
           ...

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Do you think you'd be happy if there were no God?
Well, I wonder if that could be true?
It would seem to suggest that your life has no meaning,
If so, are you sure, that is OK...

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The Fountain



Where have you been my love

Did the hours slip from the pools of your thoughts
To go wandering heights in vacant skies

Did they capture their images on high
As you floated through the siphoned mist of...

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Aux lacs italiens

 
         Douce l'italie, ca n'est pas moi qui raillerai jamais tes
amants, méme quand la passion les emportant Bien au contraire,
les exces m'enchantent. Je me...

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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
                      revealing the face of...

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I think I shall - oh yes, I shall
put you to words in books, et al
and share my scoundrel’s rationale
with those of impish-like morale
but pray you beg me love -
your coquette kiss, thereof …

 ...

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Remember speaks its semaphore
in passing eyes elicit stare
coquette the lip is waiting for
some smoldering shadow shall dare

Make threat to mountain with needles point
and clasp impetuous the hawthorn bush
for care not so the virtuous caught
as petulant...

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"La forêt interdite"




In my soul
there You,
The Flame,
spend the 
better part of my 
night and day
playing your 
naked mind 
o’er my heart
The Shrew 
a wilding to 
be tamed, a
coaxing coquette,
bids come 
now,
pluck my 
Golden Chord
Insolent 
I...

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Scorned coquette
perched so solemnly
upon your death stool,
claw deep the fresh flesh of victors
bearing armfuls of decaying flowers
stolen from your mother’s grave.

A diverse parade -
clairvoyants and gigolos
tyrants and schizophrenics
junkies and Jesus freaks;
you seem to attract
an unending...

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I’m scared that I’ve fallen recklessly in love with you.
I’m scared that I’m loving you with everything I have –
With My laughter , My pride, My smiles, My tears,
With the side of me that even...

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The first time I saw her
There she stood
Just a silhouette
Breathtaking
On top of a hill
Tall and elegant
Alone and free
Long youthful mane
Swaying ever so gracefully
To the beat of
The summer breeze

So nonchalantly waiting
For the pageant to begin
Her procession...

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It all started with a bet
Inside a launderette
Over a cigarette
With a brunette
I hadn’t yet met

Her name was Marie-Antoinette
As she said it she did a pirouette
And wow what a silhouette
Coquette she wore an amulet
Feared nothing short...

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What do I call that young coquette? 
My shadow self; my silhouette.
Those clothes, that hair, a cigarette.
The joie de vivre; the vain regret.
What sort of pithy epithet
will she recall, lest I forget?

Perhaps, instead a sobriquet
for...

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Buttercup as an anemone, I see my bonbon 
In the midst of a wharve spin,
Graciously thin languette,
Ecclesiastic, a true coquette,   
Offered for a handful of sequin
On the 1000-thread linen, rests Evangeline!

Shine the uptown...

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I remember when I was young and fair
Slim long legs and soft black hair
My winsome smile and dark green eyes
Caused many a suitor to agonize
When turned away…rejected….forlorn
Wishing he had never been born!
I was always the...

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Jealousy - One, Nine  and Sixteen

She walked down the stairs while holding her hands
With tears in her eyes she could not refrain
She pummeled the door and she writhed deep in pain
He entered the door...

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All day long earth flirted with the sullen atmosphere,
twirling her floral skirts, tossing her hair like Guinevere.
Her eyelids all aflutter, winking -- she is a dangerous coquette --
the air is close and heavy, all creation...

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Those are not the scent of roses in the breeze.
It is more like the smell of aged provolone cheese.
It wavers along with some olive oil and oregano.
Those are some scents I already know.

Who is lurking...

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"Qui*, whose harridan are you now?"  
this withered crone you see all bone
was once a bloom your sweet coquette
yet, years have not been kind to we.

Each maid becomes a mother
"Qui, whose harridan are you...

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Mother Nature – Domestic Goddess

Mother Nature – domestic goddess
 Hides miracles in her pockets ~
Tomatoes on exit ramps – highway largess -
 Grow tranquil – neon red as flaming rockets.

Traipsing down the empty city sidewalks
...

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One click closer to a naughty mama.
One click closer to a blue chanteuse.
One click closer to a prima donna.
One click closer to a femme fatale.
One click closer to a black deed done.
One click closer to...

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Mom, my mother is a woman made of pure gold
Perfect ruby and exquisite diamond
Whose divine decoration
Is extremely beautiful and charming.

Mom is the most wonderful woman on this soil
The one who warmed my body and soul.
She...

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