Paris Poems

Homeless
The rain falls gently making no splashes
The wind is absent today.
Safe indoors I look out and know many
Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.

Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty
Their subways stink of unwashed people.

I think of the...Read More

Traveling with mom throughout Paris 
was an amazing and rewarding experience, 
As she truly was the highlight 
Of this trip. 

It is only natural that I dedicate 
an entire post to her 
and thank her for being 
my companion and...Read More

They shot anything that moved,
anything filthy and poor.
Down with the proletariat!
The Prussians played cards
and praised red French wine.

They passed round the Vodka,
The Russians played cards.
Down with the aristocrat!
Lambast the filthy rich.
They shot anything that moved....Read More

She has a fever.
I leave her dozing fitfully on the veranda.
Halfway to the woods there is a farm gate
where she will often squat
and piss.
The grass is brown, but still thrives,
strangely adapted to uric rain.
Paris the giant poodle is here,
his nose...Read More

Absorbed in Guernica’s promise Lucifer glanced at Montmatre

Settled his mind on virgins in heaven as Mona Lisa smiled on

One Last Supper tied to a suicide belt he set out to light the church

Of Our Lady and mounted Chagall’s Blue Horse...Read More

IMP-EACH-MENT-AIR-DITTY - II

Coast-Guard droned and whined striding on Beach
« Who dares to teach me how to close breach ?
Hand over the saddles !
I’ll dump them in puddles !
No-one , I say, rides bareback on Leech ! »

Peach of a Teach...Read More

There once was a penguin, got lost in France
Had to sing for his supper or else dance --
   He decided to squawk
   At which Parisians gawked --
He hit a high note and down came his pants...Read More

Like ‘Nevermore’ sketched into water by Salvador Dali
Quickly running a message up a high mast in Mali
Or Michaelangelo his genius wild, cutting a lady less forlorn
With a savior already finished with work and free from scorn
Oddyseus’ raft might have hurried...Read More

WOW! What a jam packed week ahead..
I've no time to rest or sleep.
I'm working 8 hours each day
For the bills I must pay..
And multiple adventures to seek.

I've lost 20 pounds and tried on new dresses..
Shopped for shoes at designer label...Read More

As people on our planet, 
we could come together all
and build the jobs together 
so people do not starve

If you give the people wages 
they will buy your planes and trains
they will build your schools and prisons
they can learn to...Read More

There was a fancy snake from Paris, France
Who had a thing for lacy underpants
  He tried to put some on
  But they only slid down
They were designed for cute, pink elephants


There once was a rattler from Nairobi
Who found...Read More

I have never been to Paris,
or to New York, or to Rome,
I have never been to Athens,
or to Jerusalem,
and I have never heard a skylark sing.

I have never climbed a mountain,
have never sailed a yacht,
I have never jumped out of...Read More

Imp-Each-Ment-Air-Ditty

Once peach of a Teach on beach tried to preach
The art of closing the reach in a breach
The Coast-Guard drew his gun
Shot a hole in the bun
Now Teach leaks through breeches during Speech

Teach then placed bets on a horse called...Read More

This year more than ever
I long to surpass myself
The clock is ticking
No longer can I recklessly 
Take the gift of time for granted

I dream this year more than ever
To give wings to my muse
Release the buildup
Of pent-up energy
And let her...Read More

Reader Rabbit

Toward the end of a book,
we tend to speed up, 
in anticipation of the climatic finish. 

Yet sadly, 
the build-up...
was the part we savored, 
on the perfect path
to the right...
final, 
and everlasting
word(s).

The beginning. 
...Read More

Homeless
The rain falls gently making no splashes
The wind is absent today.
Safe indoors I look out and know many
Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.

Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty
Their subways stink of unwashed people.

I think of the...Read More

Homeless
The rain falls gently making no splashes
The wind is absent today.
Safe indoors I look out and know many
Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.

Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty
Their subways stink of unwashed people.

I think of the...Read More

                My deep roots, 
 
Oh, so precious my blood and roots,
  yesterdays shadows creep and cling;
odd, I have the same attributes . ....Read More

Les Bijoux (The Jewels)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

My lover nude and knowing my heart's whims
Wore nothing more than a few bright-flashing gems;
Her art was saving men despite their sins;
She ruled like harem girls crowned with diadems!

She danced...Read More

Le Balcon (The Balcony)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Paramour of memory, ultimate mistress,
source of all pleasure, my only desire;
how can I forget your ecstatic caresses,
the warmth of your breasts by the roaring fire,
paramour of memory, ultimate mistress?

Each night...Read More

Transmogrification into hideous golem like beast...

Seeks to lavish adoration,
especially after freshly deceased
cuz, upon yar flesh I will voraciously
devour thee asthma Christmas feast
mee haint not a cannibal,

cuz this humane anthropophagist
expresses love daintily, hungrily,
and with lips smacking and creased
devours thee charbroiled,
chargrilled, raw...Read More

"Prophecy"





The Bee sleeps Her secrets
In honey 
She sleeps Her dreams 
a honeycomb 
of secret lives
gone wild
in a lost 
forest of trees
metamorphosis
in mirrors' reflections
She scries
a prophesier
dreaming
prophecies
where She 
fluttering REM 
walks long roads home
wandering wondering
in the Amygdala Catacombs
for a little while 
breathing...Read More

Note: Marsden Hartley was born in Lewiston, Maine, January 4, 1877 and died in Ellsworth September 2, 1943. He is Maine’s first modern painter to achieve international fame. His last paintings of Maine are considered by many as the glory...Read More

Seed of anthropology
Blue-print of ancient antique
Antecedence of brown skin politic 
Deity to pre-colonial centralised culture 

A republic with institutionally adorned grace for violence
Bodija (they are ever ready)
Awon ti ogun koleko; undefeatable and resilient in battle

Ibadan the light to many
The beauty...Read More

There is a city that is calling to me.
But right now, it’s as far as far can be.
I will go there one day, of that I am sure,
But it will probably take a year or more.
I’m coming to you, Paris.

I...Read More