Short Provence Poems

provence dry summers
aromatic lavender ~
waltz of the heart



AP: 2nd place 2022

Posted on May 28, 2020...

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Languorous heatwave
Provence blooms in high summer
Wisteria surge
Chorus of sounds surround me
Small lizard climbs farmhouse wall....

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Arty stuff No 5

Millet was doing a dance,
As he painted a farm in Provence,
He would turn in a rush
And while holding his brush
Adopt a most classical stance!...

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With a new shop,Samuel Bing
caused the whole world to sing
of his new shop'La Maison de l'art nouveau-
On display,paintings,sculpture & design
All of the contemporary kind

Tribute to the man from whose shop the term Art Nouveau derives....

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minimalist
     memories
ideals to
            inspire
copy &
         amalgamate

stylish singular contrasts
in
fleeting moments captured

life
    in the abstract
contours
of
new horizons

a floating world
an 
    imaginary Japan
become
perceptions
              in Provence...

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I close my eyes and see
Flower tipped waves.
Purple coloured tram lines
As far as the eye can see.
I’m transported to Provence
Or I’m with the monks on Caldey Island.
A scented calm washes over me
My mind as come to rest
the power of a flowers fragrance
this day does not now feel so daunting
the trials can come and go.
This poem is brought to you by Frebreze
and my creative imagination....

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Rob Corn Cob
Yankee Hillbilly Provence Gourmet,
Michelle & Lukas are Certainly His "Ole´!",
Add Homebrew, Tesla & Woodworking "Fine´" 
Ask Rob, "Parlez Vous Francais?"
And His Reply, "Ques Que C'est?"
Instead of "Bonjour!", Good 'Ole "Hey!"
Friendly is Rob, Sharing All On His Tray,
He'll Listen to Your Tears & Your Say,
Concerned Others Don't Lose Their Way,
Never One to Ignore a Stray,
Expecting Nothing in Return, No Pay,
Rob's Pat on Your Back Makes Your Day!...

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Parlez-vous Français?
No, but I wish I did 
Then it would be much easier
If ever we did live
In Annecy or perhaps Provence 
Or somewhere in the Alps of France
I'd love you often, all day long
Serenade you with French love songs
Evenings in Paris, the city aglow
Stroll Champs Elysees at a pace that is slow
And unhurried, why rush? It's only us two
In the City of Love, where all things are new
And how honored I'd be to be walking around
With you on my arm, the talk of the town...

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