Pont Poems - Poems about Pont

...Was it the Longfellow Bridge? Massachusetts? One night we crossed a bridge on foot, Dominique, my travel friend this summer 1989, And seated we contemplated Boston at night, Summer was hot, the c......

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...I hope my car starts tomorrow, That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault, That I can go write a poem, or almost, I love walking an hour in the fresh countryside. I hope that I can cross th......

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...FILLE JOLIE I see the tall apartments as we pass We all shudder, slowing to a halt The bus conductor turns and stares As he stops to collect more fares This stop-start ride is not his fault T......

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...The British are first to confess This binary stuff is a mess For Men's toilet walls show - a century ago - "Gentlemen, please do up your dress!"* * e.g., Welsh singer Tom Jones' hometow......

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...Monet's water lilies from his own garden in Giverny, France he has painted a water pond with floating lilies and a blue Japanese bridge all surround in hues of green ......

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...Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan IN PARIS Paris bores me no end without you My heart weighted down with melancholia The spleen given over to asthenia Empties its ......

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...« Porto-Vecchio », song by Julien Doré (Note : If there’s a melody that can slither/sail past the ear-drums imperceptibly and settle permanently in the hypothalamus, this’s it. The sustained te......

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...Story of my life One of the hardest things I gotta tell In my life I experienced hell All my innocence fell Bad lies I had to sell Toxic secrets are buried laying under my heart hidden just lik......

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...Can you bring cheese to feast of Noel's Day, good time of year to celebrate with cheer. Yes, I will be there waiting you don't fear, again together, Ma chérie, what may. Your brother hates the si......

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...Mademoiselle L'Vampyre - The Shade The view of Paris, from the home she made was such a sight no other eyes have layed, and she could see right down the River Seine in soft moonlight; and any pas......

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...Alone, in Paris The flowers sing Le jardin du Luxembourg I look at all the pretty ladies Which one of them pray tell Is you The one who wishes for that sweet caress The one whose painting han......

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...Sing me a song, a song to keep us away from the cold; The cold that falls like a screed, And even took the breath, In a white mist. A song that we'll sing together, Words that are woven, All......

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...Early days as a flaneur; I recall the couple On the Metro When I was still innocent Of its labyrinthine complexities; Slim pretty white girl, Clad head to toe In new blue denim, Wistfully......

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...Villanelle: Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent Likely as not the country will be run by interlopers Open-heartedness is ......

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...Entwined in a lovers sweat Passions sated, as a cool breeze Brings in the scent of the night Tongues tasting of wine, fully satisfied Eternal happiness, could this be? Or should I run under g......

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