Versailles Poems - Poems about Versailles

In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole. It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Versailles - a grand ball - and the air itself seemed to vibrate with a feverish energy. As we...

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The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond. (My Grandmère's home is across the street from it). “Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf). “Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s...

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Park Leads, God's Speed Name's Sun's Moon, Starlight's Victories, Versailles, Moves! ...... Plumb Does, ....Two!...

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Roaming in these magnificent halls. Seeing all the mirrors and paintings. Alone I stroll, looking at history. Loving the stories they once told. Staring at the crystals on the ceilings. Admiring the lights, a golden scene. Everything classy and old. The memories appear in my mind. Drifting inside the rooms, it's inviting and enticing. Dancing in my red gown, I...

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I wet cat impaled on telegraph poles serrated ashbrown fur tinged with flinting silver a mirror blue cut by guitar strings on a shining plate bathed in molten evening shine jet streaks through pylon barrage windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe dry cat’s crusty baguette fur ashen edges of rapidfire cirrus pylons stalk the sky and catch the wipers in the eye II horses purr in the cat’s geule carriages trot through...

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