Savoir Faire Poems - Poems about Savoir Faire

...Heir on Fire by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be Shelley’s heir, Just fourteen years old, and consumed by desire. Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair? I went to work—pale, laden with care: why wo......

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... As darkness approaches, I grow anxious for our meeting when your first touch will make me shiver in greeting. An invitation to a private feast, darling, for you to dine. After centuries together......

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...Soon, sunlight will yawn on the edge of dawn and I'll welcome the warmth of his morning rays, but never could I liken them to the great love born when I feel your sensuous touch that sets me a......

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...It’s a sound that can’t be spelt A sound not uttered by the svelte A sound like when your grandpa knelt It’s worse with every year you’re dealt A sound made rising from a chair When pulling u......

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... I can't believe you don't believe we just rolled passed your fenced in home But we left something behind People looking and thinking if we're their kind I feel like a clown Then you pretend ......

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... In the purple shadows of the black's monoliths, where an ancient echo calls forth, at the blurry forge of "Ralkon Dis", a salient dragon from mystery's petra cliffs drifts you off to a f......

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... In the frozen grip of winter's chaperone, Cinderella gets walzted in like a dirty faced hussy. As light and darkness stand side by side ......

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...All French cakes are delicious, better The “ Amandier” and its subtle nuts taste in the mouth, The “Paris-Brest”, with its sweet praline cream, Rum Baba, with its sweet taste of liqueur, The “t......

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...Venetian blinds shuttered Vivacious lust a fix Veins throb crimson allure Visceral dread repels Victorian specter Vexing savoir-faire lure Vampire's bloodletting......

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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 lunch near the Eiffel Tower, Which lasted more than ha......

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...With no ballyhoo as the clock struck two In a cottage near the edge of town A maiden there graced with savoir faire In a flash shot her lover down A wiley gent from the county Kent Known for h......

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...I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse, Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse. Hours were spent sowing seeds, adjusting......

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...Morning birdsongs beck and call Bluebird, are you here at all? Where'd you fly to? Where'd you go? Perhaps it's not for me to know I'll always keep the fire warm Within my......

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...Bloom all day wild summer caught in gold green life burst of hues scenic views flush blooms are there savoir-faire garden joy cherish each moment orange sun will fade soon...

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...She has a certain savoir-faire; always clever with the cleaver. Young leveret wants to believe her, follows signs for trim of hare. Too old, her title to recoup, waits patient at the barbersho......

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