Music Paris Poems

“22½ euros for a Martini,” Peter remarked, when he first scanned the menu.
“It’s not like we aren’t going to get them,” I said, “we’re not...

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If those halls in that place
I called home at the start, 
that particular smell that ached
right along with muffled choir 
vocals and pipe organ music,
equally...

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stop sitting in that Paris street
you know I hate it when you crash
through all the flags that people wear
and all the chords are played by...

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The Last Organ Grinder
                    
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stepping towards you
for the first time
everything around seeming blurry blues
except for us in red taking the spotlight 
with pale skies and cold weather outside 
you...

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We were at a club in Paris called L’Arc. It’s an outdoor club (spring break plus covid safety) that’s underneath the Arc de Triomphe. It’s...

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Paris by night is gay,
I prefer Paris by day
I love the ambience and style,
French fashion stands out a mile,
From all the others in that trade,
The...

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parTA
My sweet little gran-mire is 94 Years old.
She still works, as the chairwoman of the family trust.
You can call her “Godfather.”

The “frail old lady” is...

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*Image of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec provided by Sotheby's.

Lautrec At Night

He leads amongst the bustle
sedate naught condemn
the noise, music, and high kicks
late in the pm.
Paris famed...

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*~ PARIS IN THE RAIN~*


I shall never see
the great Champs de Élysées 
only in humble dreams


cute sidewalk cafes
the Eiffel Tower aglow
only in my soul


French cuisine, oh
Parisian music...

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Roaming in these magnificent halls.
Seeing all the mirrors and paintings.
 Alone I stroll, looking at history.
Loving the stories they once told.

 Staring at the crystals...

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Affaire Risquee
                     ~~~

"Ne faites pa...

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Rose, the bloom

Sweet in color, 
eternal in fragrance,
majestic monarch of the flowers. 

Kind lady in red, 
a fine dress made of silk, 
or sometimes sheer...

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'twas years ago I strolled thru Paris proper
          and came upon Le Pere Lachaise one night...

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Limerick crochetes : Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic

Part One 

Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic
Croaked Janitress Porc-U-Pine music
She found much in common
With...

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