The milk coffee skies of Paris in May,
make the Seine river look insanely gray.
At sunrise it’s quiet -
the traffic’s mostly bikes
our digs are luxurious and private
my school stress is waning - it’s nice
I want to get up sigh
I don’t want to get up,
We’ll vote on it later -
I think it’s a tossup.
What will today bring?
More thunderstorms and kisses?
*grin* I hope so.
I pull the covers up.
Peter stretches and asks,
“what are you doing?”
I chuckle, and say,
“Come and find me,”
when he does,
Paris is fun in May
.
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songs for this:
How Deep is your love - Live at the MGM Grand by Bee Gees
Houdini by Dua Lipa
Disco Boots by Gavin Turik
Not My Fault by Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion
Categories:
seine river, boyfriend, happiness, may, paris,
Form: Rhyme
city of lights
walking tour of Paris, France
shine of the Seine River
Eiffel tower lit up
place to fall in love
sightseeing magic
amiable tour guide
tour of tours
Categories:
seine river, french, travel,
Form: Free verse
I often find myself lost in a daydream like trance,
for it has always been my wish to travel France;
to Paris, know to be the city of culture and romance.
Escaping reality, I walk crisscross cobbled streets,
stop at a terrace for cafe and croissant treats;
go to the opera and mingle with the Parisian elites.
In my daydream, I am floating down the Seine river,
wandering the Louvre and at the top of the Eiffel, I quiver;
gazing at Paris, so beautifully lit up at night, I shiver.
I want the bookstores, outdoor markets, the wine,
the architecture, and on delicious French food dine;
and at Pere La Chaise Cemetery among graves twine.
I will never let go of my Paris, France daydream,
oh yes, my daydream has a recurring theme;
it comes to me in a vintage gray color scheme.
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November 21, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Don't Quit Your Daydream
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1503-797-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Entered into the contest, Don't Quit Your Daydream
sponsor, Craig Cornish
Categories:
seine river, dream,
Form: Rhyme
The Seine river banks,
with their lack of guardrails, freaked
me out in fourth grade:
"Avez-vous entendu?!!"
My best friend rushed to ask it.
"Did you hear?! (the news)"
A woman drowned!!
She gushed - the horror tale
punch line delivered.
My eyes were wide with
shock and fear - the monster takes
another victim.
The dark Seine river
slithered, like a green snake
- feet from my front door.
There was no railing
- a misstep would drop you some
12 feet, to your cold death.
No parent could save
you - a terrifying thought for
a nine year old girl.
Walking to school, my
brother would sneak up, nudging
me near left-bank death.
I would scream, amid
cat calls and boyish laughter,
despite our au pair.
My best friend, Chloe, shared
my caution, if not my fear,
and loved to tease me.
That rapid river
loomed large in my dreams - as fears
can - for many years.
Last year we were in
Paris and I still couldn't go
near the riverbank =]
Categories:
seine river, 11th grade, angst, best
Form: Senryu
I would like a dream vacation,
Paris is my destination;
For me this would be a delight,
I am ready to book a flight.
I will walk the wide boulevards,
And sneak a peek at nice backyards;
Oh, it would be lovely at night,
I am ready to book a flight.
I would drift on the Seine River,
The Louvre- I would stay ever;
The Eiffel Tower, what a sight,
I am ready to book a flight.
At the Notre-Dame I would pray,
In the boutiques I want to stay;
In an old cemetery- write,
I am ready to book a flight.
And search for my French ancestors,
Unadorned graves with no answers;
Oh, almost there, but just not quite,
I am ready to book a flight.
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February 4, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Paris, My Destination
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 752-282-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Take A Vacation,
sponsor, Lin Lane
Fifth Place
Categories:
seine river, vacation,
Form: Verse
Just One More Day
If I could see you just one more day,
I'd plead for you to tell me all you have to say.
Every insight deep in your soul,
I'd have you write down and I'd keep it in a bowl.
It would be like a moment of the past,
though this moment would forever last.
We would do all that we never got around to pursuing,
you and me would waltz the museum of the world and do all the viewing.
We would sit down at a cafe in Paris, France,
and talk about all we never got the chance.
We would round the bend of the Seine river and stand,
blue water reflected in our eyes as we held each other hand in hand.
To Africa we'd go to watch the giraffes and zebras prance,
and then to the Rocky Mountains where we above the clouds could glance.
And at the end of the day as the skies were enveloped in stars,
you'd give me all your love so I could place it in glass jars.
-December 12th, 2015-
Categories:
seine river, bereavement, death, emotions,
Form: Couplet
In the midst of ''Hundred Years War'',
This young colleen was confident and dare.
Born as a peasant girl in the village of Domremy,
She dared to lead the French army.
As a young lass she witnessed visions from God,
To establish the right king and to expel the odd.
She was never taught to read and write,
However she became proficient in fight.
In this battle between the English and the French,
She gave her best leadership out of her benevolence.
After wining great victory in the battle of Orleans,
She and her army successfully crowned Charles as the King of France.
But soon she fell in the hands of the Burgundians,
Who sold her to the English, and the later took Joan as a prisoner.
This nineteen years old girl was burnt alive,
While she was yelling loudly the name of the Christ.
Her cooled ashes were scattered in Seine River,
ALAS! Joan is no more, she got immortalized forever.
Categories:
seine river, death, dedication, destiny, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Olivia spent four hours a day ignoring her huff,
she stitched her dress by hand since there was no sewing machine;
why did she choose a green color to honor a monarchic regime,
or was it undying hope to sustain her lonely life?
Her sweetheart had gone to invade Russia expecting delusion;
was Napoleon Bonaparte to blame for her sorrow and trepidation?
Would Philippe return to France and marry her in Notre Dame's Cathedral at daybreak?
Would she wear her laced green dress even though he would die in a violent snowdrift?
Olivia stitched and stared at The Arch of Triumph from her wide window,
dreaming of seeing her sweetheart walk beneath it with that soldier's pride,
making all Parisians hail him as their hero as every cathedral's bell would chime...
she would be the happiest belle wearing that green dress in the crowds below.
Only one hundred thousands soldiers returned to France, many died on Russian soil:
tattered, deluded and defeated, they crossed the Seine River without a chant...
Napoleon's imperial plan had failed: heart-wrenching was the death toll;
Olivia's face was drenched in desperate tears...imagine her discontent!
Categories:
seine river, hope, love, passion, war,
Form: Rhyme
06 February 2010
Dream of Sailing
By: Noel N. Villarosa
Never sailed on a three-masted sailboat
Where it bustles to find a smooth wave
Where the wind is its engine
And heels above at the wave’s commotion
Feel the quiver of disappearing in a trough
Then mightily emerging to open water
To stand atop the mast
And feels the strong wind to drown my breath
It fills me with gobsmacked
To sail past on the Seine river
Or ride to a replica of Argo
And sails in the famous canal of Athens
To smell the ocean mist
To rein in the wind for propulsion
And touch the boat sails as it moved downwind
Hear the recoil of bow wave along the hull
The beauty and grandeur of a sailboat
Only to picture, my dream is outlined
The anchor never lifted, the mast never stretched
Only a message in the bottle keeps floating on blue water with my dream of sailing
Honorable Mention to Carol Brown's If My Dream Could Come True: 3/18/2010
Categories:
seine river, adventure, dream, happiness,
Form: Free verse