Long Parisians Poems

The Eiffel Tower (La Tour Eiffel)

“Iron Lady” of sensual beauty in the “City of Light:”
(La Dame De Fer: Bienvenue à Paris, France!)

Built to be the world’s tallest structure at 300 meters
As the gateway entrance to...

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I write only for you,
Not for the king, so smart,
Not for Paris,
Not for the mirrors of the sky,
I only write for you.

I do not write for the abbot
Who weeps before God,
I don’t write for the...

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The spiral staircase made her high heels sing, the metal tips on her heels dinged on the metal steps. 
The sound reminded John of bullets ricocheting on a tin roof he had heard two weeks...

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Let Jacqueline, Jacque, and sophisticated Parisians rave about the Eiffel Tower
Romantic poets write in egregious excess of their cozy, intimate leafy bowers
Leave scientists and paleontologists to their study of fossils and dinosaurs--
As for me, nothing...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE Parisienne Walk
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to my...

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BACKSTREETS OF PARIS -  MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread...

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Parisians  
Paris is often on my mind, she was a pianist in an unfashionable 
night-club had a smoky voice- at least 40 a day- she looked like
a night without sex was a paltry end...

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We all need sun, O white pulp
Pineapple and soft light, mango
Me first, then the policeman, then Solène,
We need a long Brazilian nap,
in Bahia or on the fine sand of Copacabana.

The tanned skins are full of...

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Let me tell you of a journey- from The Parthenon to Paris
in the springtime - of which real year, no one knew
Riding on an ostrich guided by a gilded leather bridle
traveling back roads dressed in...

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Olivia spent four hours a day ignoring her huff,
she stitched her dress by hand since there was no sewing machine;
why did she choose a green color to honor a monarchic regime,
or was it undying hope...

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and so it begins

can we ever feel pain over pain? a lust for the grave? we shall see

it has become an obsession of late that the suffering of angels that cannot 
escape
the tourture of mortals...

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Cappuccino café

Leila Alaoui

Why does one have to die?
So that we can see the bold and noble heart
That used to beat with passion, why?
Her smile now, heaven sent from the sky

Her beauty would have fooled most...

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past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits.
townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits.
their name is easy to  learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz.
brown...

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Oh how very earnestly pleasing
I do so find
The wide, sun splashed avenues
Of grand residential Worthing;
Where the old poets
Announce each and every corner;
So neatly squared and turned
By thoroughly conceived Victorian
Order.

Quiet sonnets reside here
Seeking haven from weary...

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Parisians were enjoying a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating;
every joyful eye in the Concert Hall, in restaurants, in cafés,
in the Stadium and busy streets captivated stunning images! 
 
A revengeful voice rose...

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Seven A.M., feet on the floor, pajamas in-car 
for a favorite drive-through fast-food treat?  No, 
it's the coffeepot, and turn on the broiler, less of 
a spoiler, but kudos in Heaven. Breakfast's in the...

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Marianne (Bearer of Tricolour) 

Marianne; the Goddess of Liberty and bearer of Tricolour,
Triumphant French Republic revolutionary figure,
Evokes solidarity with breasts exposed and barefooted;
Wearing a Phrygian cap and armed with a bayonetted musket.
Personifier of liberty and...

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Oh Paris,

          Your tragedy interrupted my heart's song

                  ...

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A stilled summer sky saturated and scattered with god song
watches a way fared soldier - whispers to a wary widow.
Creamy clouds canopy the concord of a moment. Minutes become 
mercurial - they manifest and meander...

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Sunday
fun day

elders
brothers

from church
they search

warm place
wide space

for folks
need jokes

chill out
burnt-out

tired knees
'neath trees


19 April 2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest 
2nd place


Notes: A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte (French: Un dimanche après-midi à l'Île...

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I wonder if the homes in Venice
Have Venetian blinds;
Or if their window panes are topped
With shades of different kinds?

Are English muffins eaten
By the British with their tea?
Would Parisians recognize French toast?
I doubt they’d answer “Oui!”

If,...

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My baby loves me, it's plain to see,
she don't wanta go shopping without me.
Although engrossed in the latest line,
loves to see her "sweetums" trailing right behind.

Asks my opinion about everything,
making me feel like a virtual...

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Parisians looked upon it with sadness and awe.
There was plenty of disbelief with what they saw.
Notre Dame de Paris in the heart of the city
was going up in flames!  What a pity!

The great church...

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The streets are red
The wounds are deep
The world is now unable to sleep
Oh mother nature 
I ask why.

Why today must so many die
Souls unknown, life stolen
Hearts broken, numbers increasing
Paris in mourning 
Nations are talking.

Crowds gathering...

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I was talked into going to France by a persuasive friend.
Was not into it until I arrived. It was a magical place.
The Louvre is unbelievably chic and classy.
I truly enjoyed the musee d’orsay

The arc de...

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