Prefecture Poems - Poems about Prefecture

...If I call you, would you come and join me in the sun? If I call you, would you say that the day is done? I see you running all over the place with boots laced up to your waist and leather jackets wit......Read the rest...

...I, am a single drop of blood that swoons to your eye. Eye, can revisit why. I am the Memory of every Departure. I am born of Emotion and Dreams ......Read the rest...

...Across the city the emperor called For recruits to join the legions Travel to new and strange lands And conquer for covetous reasons As sun beat down they trained their men To fight for colo......Read the rest...

...Ole Shall We Kiss Ole, shall we kiss, Allow it to flourish… I awoke and flung a kiss to you in my subconsences I felt obliged so to admire your resists; Could we first spiritually ......Read the rest...

... Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn A Year Ago and yet now No Change ………………………………………..…at the heart of the chef lieu township ten-ton buses throb empty …………………………………......Read the rest...

...I beg on behalf of the human race re. our effects on mother nature. Help is what she needs, her abilities slighted Atrocities committed by man impeding her adventure. V...Read the rest...

...Beneath the Sword of Damocles As we nurse our nuclear nightmares in a not to certain day We are conjoined in common phobia of madness or foul play. Little children of the Fifties hid be......Read the rest...

...Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn …at the heart of the township ten-ton buses throb empty their drivers slumped in the heat behind their steering wheels liste......Read the rest...

...Unquotable quotes: Beggars - *** Who said beggars cannot be choosers? Who chooses for them the place, the moment or the people they choose to beg from; the hours of the begging day; the alms......Read the rest...

...Nylon blue, nylon blue cloth dangles on the line, Ordinary people dine over wine and droop over the line to the tine Nylon blue, nylon blue there sings the children, Their song and hope riven a......Read the rest...

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Three Just then out of the arboured portals of the hotel emerged the wily woman Clad head through bent back to toes in black silk bulging gown She thread......Read the rest...

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seventeen Of late the tepid cold only rebousse poil her coyness Nowhere the slushy mud caked into strands of crunchiness Even the over-mothering coots let th......Read the rest...

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seven The balding weeping willow by the Prefecture Gate’s railings There where on drowsy summer’s day gather swan and goslings To unfurl and let fan the crisp en......Read the rest...

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Five All day she toiled to keep her knees and busts in position The Mairie’s serrated metal-hearted spool of derision And the glinting fly-eye cutaways of the Pr......Read the rest...

...What species of humanity are you? Whatever kind you are, you don't worry us. According to hearsay you were willing to lay your hands on small items deposited by my mother to the communal accou......Read the rest...