Fifty First Dates Paradelle
Ever tune anything in a dark hallway?
Ever tune anything in a dark hallway?
Let’s dance on rose petals and glass;
Let’s dance on rose petals and glass;
Anything, let’s dance in a dark hallway,
and ever tune glass on rose petals?
A slow song that always speeds up;
A slow song that always speeds up;
Overactive pulse hops in your throat;
Overactive
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Categories:
paradelle, emotions, feelings, romance,
Form: Other
This Form - the Paradelle Style
~ This Form ~
(Paradelle)
What can I say to you more?
What can I say to you more?
This form for me is so much fun
This form for me is so much fun
To you what more can I say
So much fun for me
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Categories:
paradelle, beautiful, love, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
Paradelle For Midnight Hearts
As love flew away at the breaking of dayAs love flew away at the breaking of dayThe night shed its tears on the groundThe night shed its tears on the groundThe day flew as the night ground shed its loveon the tears at the breaking away
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Categories:
paradelle, art, beauty, dance, emotions,
Form: Lyric
This Form - the Paradelle Style
~This Form~
(Paradelle)
What can I say to you more?
What can I say to you more?
This form for me is so much fun
This form for me is so much fun
To you what more can I say
So much fun for me this form is…
Afraid I am
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Categories:
paradelle, beautiful, love, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
This Form - Paradelle
(Paradelle)
What can I say to you more?
What can I say to you more?
This form for me is so much fun
This form for me is so much fun
To you what more can I say
So much fun for me this form is…
Afraid I am already addicted
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Categories:
paradelle, addiction, beauty, fun, poets,
Form: Verse
Winsome Heather (Paradelle)
As the wind tosses winsome heather
As the wind tosses winsome heather
In the currents of an airy sea
In the currents of an airy sea
In the currents of winsome heather
The wind tosses as an airy sea
The senses filled with scent of sweet breeze
The senses filled with scent of sweet breeze
On the wind is sweet flower perfume
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Categories:
paradelle, nature, beautiful, sweet, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Langue D'Oc, a Micro-Paradelle
Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsed. Only love and heartsore, I understood your ancient
words of the spring-day song into that French April.
You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service
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Categories:
paradelle, loss, love, music, words,
Form: Verse