Summer Paris Poems

It was the summer of 2014, I was just about to turn 13, spending June of summer vacation with my Grandmère, in Paris. Tonight, we’re...

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There once was a woman named Marie,
The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
In the summer of June 2003,
I met her once in gay Paree.
We had...

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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She...

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it's unfair to hate the morning
- it's unfair to hate,
because
neither the new nor the old,
after burning the night
this day does not return in vain,
this day...

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Every now and then
I visit the park
It's beautiful in autumn
As if spring sleeps on the ground
But then there my lover is
Wearing her summer smile
Dancing in...

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Around the wet corners of summer
In the alleys of scooter-revving Paris
11 at night
A back light herd of red eyes
Bull-rush Champs-Elysees

Parting for an ambulance
Its siren wobbling...

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Paris is  this:
A comedian
on the street an accordion
that empties it"s
songs on the Seine ...
Summer is in the square,
From La Concorde or
anywhere, and the boulevards
crowded...

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Lemon meringue sweet-laughter-light
fills shadows cerulean blue.
Café de Flore’s summer hot night
where dreams tangerine rendezvous.

Six strings strumming lavender notes
tones, violaceous lilac lace,
heartbeats' delicate music floats
on fanciful...

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In a little street café
Summer's ending, fall begins
Paris, the best place to be
Because of you and nothing else...

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It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with...

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we danced like we were in paris
danced like lovers under a summer moon
everyone saw us
everyone loved us
the beautiful songs played
while we breathed the romantic night...

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her paris dreams had become jersey jaded
but she held onto the romance at heart
after all you can take the dreams out of the girl
but you'll...

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possibly later in the street 
my sad voice by the symphony of Paris 
because I sing the loneliness 
and meditation on the long days 
with...

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You whispered good morning
Late within your voyage, where fate blinded us
Your neck is covered in crosses
Devotion to the hereafter
Where you know one day
We shall meet

Gothic...

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A haze… 
Languorous oft in summer days 
Where sundrops drip 
From melting skies 
Onto city grind 
And parasols shade the cobbled grays

Across back alley lanes...

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