Short Toulouse Poems

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Thoughts;
freedoms
wave goodbye-
all confined things
die



Inspired by the maxim of Toulouse Lautred's father about nature/birds etc
Form: Lanterne


Premium Member Why Orange Is My Favorite Color

orange delights, encourages, uplifts, stimulates
Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec. Dali
According to Buddhists, orange is the highest meditative state
a state of illumination and enlightenment
she symbolizes a journey for knowledge

Premium Member Vignette-Rich Boy,Made Good

Genetics,kept his stature,small
'As is life' became his call
Graphic posters on city walls;
Murals,pasted,for just a while
Now,timeless.signatures his style

Th Warhol of the 1890's Hernri Toulouse Lautrec 1864-1901

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_de_Toulouse-Lautrec
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Lautrec At Night - Sg

*Image of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec provided by Sotheby's. Lautrec At Night He leads amongst the bustle sedate naught condemn the noise, music, and high kicks late in the pm. Paris famed tower drunk paint blithe vibrant visions artist empower. 2021 May 27
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I dreamed I was drinking with Toulouse-Lautrec

I dreamed I was in Café Terrace with Toulouse-Lautrec.
We were downing glass after glass of orange triple sec.
And quite drunk, he muttered something that shocked me so ~
he slurred he'd eaten the ear of Vincent van Gogh!
And I jolted awake ~ sunflower bedsheet wrung around my neck.
© Rio Jansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Lautrec, Please Draw

Toulouse, oh please do place a hand on me
Your pen will sketch what your eyes can see
The ladies’ legs as they dance the can-can
Make me feel like more than a napkin

Toulouse, oh s'il vous plaît placer une main sur moi 
Votre stylo esquissera que vos yeux peuvent voir 
Les dames les jambes comme ils dansent la Marque de french-cancan 
Me me sens comme plus qu'une serviette de table
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member The City of Toulouse

She's far from Faro
and I s'pose Berlin.
There's something in her buildings -
they are rose in certain light.

She's far from London,
and I s'pose New York...
(Make that I know.)
There's something in her windows -
they are bright in light.

She's where I don't live,
but I may do one day...
That's if I don't go to
Faro, London, or New York.

Berlin's another matter.
Write it in the chalk!





5/13/2017
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

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