Short Chanel Poems

Telsa and perfume
Electric cars and fragrances
A musk for clean air

1/26/23

MUSK Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Anthony Biaanco
HM...

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captured behind glass

her scent, forever, lingers....

Chanel No. 5


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For PD's Contest: 7/25/14...

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A woman who once craved Chanel
Had the news on too much, I could tell
For she told her new beau
What would set her aglow
Wasn’t perfume, but rather Purell!...

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Coco Chanel
Mademoiselle

Fragrant Scent
Big steaks money spent

Think again
In the den

Reality
Magazine

A folded flap
Scents Out
  ...

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Chanel
Central funnel
Sushumna ignited
Vibrant bliss has us delighted
Within

07-December-2020

Written for Trademark poetry contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick...

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Coco Chanel gel
Fifty dollars = six ounces 
Sample last how long

Rub a little on 
Each morning just feel richer
Ackchu allergy

Too rich for my pocketbook anyway...

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He bought his wife fake Chanel Number Five
It smelled like a skunk - no longer alive!
Just one whiff and he knew
Eau de ‘Pepe la Pew’
From clenched fists he would have to duck and dive!

20th May 2015...

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Squeezing gently her breast, afore the vanity
Arousing their nipples; soft moist kisses; She
Sitting atop perfumed in Violet's satin sheets
White lace stockings; Chanel No. 5 sixty-nine
Bows black silk traces; Carmine, lipstick sighs....

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It’s been a while,
Without her smile,
Which lingers large
In my recovering,
Fallen heart,
As time goes by,
And truth sets in,
The little scars
On my canvas skin
Begin to blend,
Edges fade and I
Become whole again.

The drop she gave,
Pure, like Chanel Beige....

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The smell of my mother
It’s the Coco Chanel fragrance she wears every day
It’s the scent of her make up
It’s the aroma of coffee and spearmint candy
My grandmother smells of sugar and roses
Of thank giving dinner and sweet potato pie
Of chocolate and perfume
Of spice and chamomile tea...

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Nothing, nothing is vain until the fog has lifted 
I have been brave, whom did you love? 
I left her standing next to the morning originality 
Adrift in the country in mild astonishment 
Chanel paintings, magazine oils, and museums  
Recognize mundane hellos 
The pen and the writer...

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Miss Scrooge dressed her Christmas tree to the nines
She hoped her "hum bug" hub reads thru the lines
She laced the tree so sweet
To knock him off his feet
She sprayed Chanel number five thru the pines

11/14/22

A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest

Sponsor-Tania Kitchin

2nd...

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Charm has a way:
Health works grand poise,
Aim for fond play,
Note joy you voice,
End and start pays,
Love wears warm choice.


Cheer words fine style:
Heed how you feel,
Ask joy to pile,
Now hurl goodwill,
Etch a kind smile,
Live as you feel.




Leon Enriquez
25 June 2015
Singapore...

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you can quickly smell
that Coco Chanel
is the central passion
of Nana’s fashion

soon looking you tell
that pearls as well
on ears and neck
are smartly decked

arthritis and all
she stands tall
strutting down the lane
with designer cane

11/20/19

Fashion Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Julia Ward...

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each time I stay, one at a time
I am leaving little things for you to find
Chanel on your pillow, shampoo in your shower
remnants of me after passionate hours

early in the morning, our coffee at dawn
outside on the patio as we stretch in yawn
I leave for work and you will do the same
after you look at my remnants and smile my name...

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Each word
           From deep within
           I heard

           Husky
           Inaudible;
           Musky

           The smell
           Of perfumed sighs
           Chanel.

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Form: Musette
Author: Paul Callus ~ 26 Nov 2014 
Contest: Whispers of a Muse
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Placed: 6th...

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A river in me 
That flows so swift
With love in boats
That quickly drift 

Down the chanel 
And to this page
My only love
My only stage

My loyal river
To me you've been
I love you page
I love you pen

I know one day
She'll come along
Our rivers flow
Will flow so strong 

But until then
True love's a blurr
Pad and pen
And dreams of her...

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Flash. Us dancing. Flash.
Rum and coke. Flash. Happy.
Flash. Laces. Flash.
Smoke. Flash. Dirty dub.
Flash. Keep your hands in the air. Flash.
Absolute vodka. Flash. Beat.
Flash. Chanel 5. Flash.
Sweat. Flash. Ankh.
Flash. Smile. Flash.
Your eyes. Flash. You in my arms.
Flash. Us. Flash.



From URBIS (Paralela 45 Publishing House, 2016)
Translated by me....

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Ah, the dress that has been
 around for a very long time…

Although, every woman has one…

You never know when you need it,
 but it’s always there, hanging in the 
closet when that time comes around…

A string of pearls around the neck,
 and you are ready for anything…

Thank you Coco Chanel for the 
timeless “Little Black Dress”…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012...

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Resolution this year…stop buying spree,
Infinite number …shoes, jewellery! 
Dior purses, handbags nice,
Chanel dresses, reduced price,
Family panicks at purchase they see! 

Clear the wardrobe, full of expensive clothes… 
Gucci, Klein, Kors - covering head to toes,
I must donate some good stuff,
Don't I have outfits enough!
For a lifetime of posh glamour I chose!


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Chanel produces fragrance that some may call sublime,
But nature's sweet aromas will stand the test of time.
Cascading lilac petals in soft effusive bloom
Exhilarate my spirits with heavenly perfume.
A gentle buzzing echoes, as humming bees alight;
Wisteria in blossom is such a wondrous sight.

28.04.20

Couplet- Any Theme, Any Length Poetry Contest - sponsored by Dear Heart...

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I pushed at the open door,there was no sound,no noise,just darkness all around.Dust filtered my nostrils,a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses.A loose floorboard creaked as I headed for the stairwell,the aroma of her Chanel provoked memories of my living hell.A tear of self-pity congealed in the dirt as I switched on the light."Hello son,...I knew you'd be back...He's gone..."...

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I pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside. 
Dust filtered my
nostrils, 
    a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses. 

A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, 
the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories 
of my
living hell. 
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet

I switched on the light
"Hello son
     I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."...

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He pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside. 
Dust filtered his
nostrils, 
    a mustiness of lost years
inhabited his senses. 

A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, 
the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories 
of his
living hell. 
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at his feet

He switched on the light
"Hello son
     I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."...

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