Nouvelle Poems - Poems about Nouvelle

...I would have liked to be in the head of Claude Debussy, write the “afternoon prelude of a faunal”, Or "the toy box", or "Bergamasque suite", "La mer", be a musician, a seer, and invent new music, ......

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...I desperately wanted to come back And you surreptitiously checked out of my life I no longer have a friend, confidant, lover and wife Indeed, I’m out of luck Thank God the firmament remains blue ......

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...It’s like being hit by a meteor Where there’s no tomorrow It is like doomsday, really Where everything is ugly And absolutely nothing is pretty I just received the bad news That my sister-in-la......

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...Winter is gone It's already midnight Spring is here With her flowers and presents We have a new season Everyone knows the reason Since the girls are pretty And the women wear their best, that'......

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...I touched her hand and the warmth of her soul rushed my veins like a mad river, obliterating all doubts. Would that I survive the tumult, the undying desire to touch her skin again, even for a mo......

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...NOUVELLE CUISINE Nouvelle cuisine the waiter said, as he served the food to me Where’s the rest I asked him, as I’d earlier skipped my tea Tiny bits of something on a massive bloody dish I trie......

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...He did his hash slinger training Then with a couple of his mates Set up this high class restaurant Where they didn’t bother with plates, Just bits of brickkies rubble, Guttering and such, Jam ......

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...JE VAIS APRÈS TOI French Verse- I’m Coming After You- Par tes yeux je vois la teinte de ton cœur ; Votre esprit s'élève au-dessus de tout ce qui ne l'est pas ; La beauté de ton sourire,......

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...shapes diffused on a grand scale imprints of identity iconoclastic symbols in random visual melodies nouvelle realism happenings by living brushe......

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...The book you offered to me waits by my side, in its silky blanket while is risking a timid autumn sun. If I open it, I guess leaves contain much more than a ray, because when I dive into ......

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...When I am broke I write a poem I make myself the hero In my poem, nobody can stop me Out, I hop from my S-Class Benz Into my waiting Lamborgini to my private airstrip ......

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...Sure this is familiar, “I am one who loved not wisely but too well” At times feel like Shakespeare, you make my lower regions swell “What light through yonder Window breaks” I ponder Meth......

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...Smile and the world smiles with you, fart and it stops smiling Farts make us cringe causing a grimace with intense perspiring A real stinky-poo smell Which is not nouvelle Since ancient t......

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...IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXIV IF ever I had a country proud of its sacred Soul Patrie And if ever by a long shot I was nominated - not spuriously elected - Chef Ministre d'Etat Ple......

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...Asian Epicurean Quest At the heart of China Town, Kuala Lumpur (capital of Malaysia) is Petaling Street. Domain of hustlers, hucksters, cheap-jacks and diblers; purveyors of street food, rude......

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