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  77.     

Paris (Tribute to Michael Jackson)

Paris is the City of Love
A favorite of Michael
The one with the white glove
Who cared about the world
Of it's people
Of God up above
Who shared with the world
The gifts that were on him bestowed
He used his life to try to pay back
Everthing that he felt was owed
And in doing so he gave us so much
Opened the doors for others
So they could walk without a crutch
Watching his memorial ceremony
Was at times on me too much for me
I wished that he too was alive to see
The outpouring of love from his friends
But the best testimony was saved for the end
His little girl Paris took to the mike
And her voice and his were so much alike
In her soft voice she spoke and cried these few words:
'I just want to say... ever since I was born.... daddy has been the best father you can imagine. And I just want to say I love him so much.'
And the tremble and tears and sadness said so much more
than any or all of it before
That moment I felt the depth of his passing
It's effect on the little girl: Paris,
Who missed him even more
 
JAMES T. ADAIR

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  78.     

En Paris Ces't Ma Maison

En Paris Ces't Ma Maison
The Paris Skylight
Shines upon your rose room in the early morning.
Portraits of the sea
portraits of Monet and Renoir...serene
boating scenes

You saunter to your full-length mirror
you comb your soft silky hair.
Joy is in your heart...You have found
Paradise.

Your morning walk begins
You pass the Luxemborg Gardens
Le Belle fleur de jardin
A smile glistens off your face
The Arc De Trimphe...The symbol of Liberties de France

The beauty continues
with the Champs Elysees
and the Concorde

In Paris you have found your heart
your love
your home


Peter LeBuhn

Copyright 2005 Peter B. Lebuhn
 
Peter LeBuhn

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  79.     

Rue de Paris

Rue de Paris
Tres Miserables!
Los minutes expuestos por un solo minuto.
Porque?

It is a moment in time
An instant in time
Which leads many to ponder.

It is but a moment in time that counts
These precious
Seconds, seconds
Of life.

Rue de Paris
People running
People moving in masses
Elevator doors open and close
Releasing the embryos.

Rue de Paris
I envy those who
Just move
Not to the beat of the ..
Just move.

Tres bien.
Tres bien
Es manificique.

In the end
Todo bien, Esta bien.
 
Elaine Oxamendi Vicet

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In A Paris State Of Mind

It was the Paris feeling of it all
assaulting my senses
as I slumbered and dreamed
on imagined European time

White noise buzzed
with sophisticated speak
clicking on cobblestone
to Chanel boutique snobbery

As the Eiffel Tower loomed large
drenching the city in warmed light
my dreams paused, to images of home
longing for Lady Liberty, a fine french gift

Scents of the city of lights cling tightly
lavender, roses and mint leaves
hurry me back to my imagined luxury
dreaming of the Hotel Le Bristol Paris

The french sandman sprinkles gold dust
here in no man's land, dream world central
still safe and sound in my trance
the time ticks and I continue to float

I notice the pace of the country
no rat race rules, or impossible schedules
they march to a different beat
cafe's, wine, and enjoying life

As I begin to slowly wake
and find my way through this foggy haze
my final image of Paris in my dream
is a speeding car, hitting the thirteenth pillar
in the Alma tunnel.

Some things are never forgotten.
 
Robin Bennett

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