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  117.     

Limerick: Once Cute Pute In Gay Paris Called Miel

Once Cute Pute* in Gay Paris called Miel*
Plied her trade around a Ferris Wheel
Rode them roller coaster
Spun them on wheel later
Got lush cut on fines for police squeal! *

• Pute: stands for “prostitute” in French
• Miel: for “honey” in French
• A new French Bill, dated December 7,2011,
proposes the fining of prostitutes’ clients. French law,
by and large, tolerates the profession, even if overt
solicitation, procuring, and prostitution of minors
IS NOT. According to French law, sexual maturity
is recognised at 15, but for prostitutes 18 is the
legitimate age. Prison sentences range from 2 to 7
for related offences, and fines can run up to €100,000.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2013
 
T (no first name) Wignesan

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  118.     

Paris

Where the glistening glow of your love spells out Paris,
like the lights that shine upon it's midnight sky.
Fear not that place but take me there with you- tonight,
so we can spend all of eternity holding hands.
Side by side.

Let's live this moment:
right now, right here.
Under the moonlit roses as the flakes of them rain on us.
Paris is the city that mends all love sores,
so let's make all things wrong between us turn to right.
 
Marta Xoxx

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  119.     

The Apple of Discord [Fallen Star Project: Chapter 2]

The Trojan War has ended a million years ago
But my mind has a war equal to its magnitude
Paris started that war in search of true love
I started this war in search of an answer for my love

Verses and hymns being sung nymphs and maidens
Calming the centaurs and satyrs and healing them
But no song could heal and calm my restless soul
Because it is hard to find that answer for my love

In this war that started with the Apple of Discord
I hope I find an answer for all of my questions
And with those answers I would find myself smile
I hope to find the answer for my love

Like what happened to Paris
I am torn with choices and rewards
Two goddesses of love and beauty are in front of me
I don’t know if one would give the answer for my love

One is what I wanted since the beginning
A star that shines in the dark sky
The other is what I need
I guess she is the answer for my love

I don’t know what to do, who to choose
But both will give me something I want
I am locked in my own asylum
This one is for who is right and is the answer for my love

-benntot niya
 
Benn Degusman

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  120.     

Pθre-la-Chaise

(PARIS)

I STOOD in Pθre-la-Chaise. The putrid City,
Paris, the harlot of the nations, lay,
The bug-bright thing that knows not love nor pity,
Flashing her bare shame to the summer's day.
Here where I stand, they slew you, brothers, whom
Hell's wrongs unutterable had made as mad.
The rifle shots re-echoed in his tomb,
The gilded scoundrel's who had been so glad.
O Morny, O blood-sucker of thy race —
O brain, O hand that wrought out empire that
The lust in one for power, for tinsel place,
Might rest; one lecher's hungry heart grow fat —
Is it for nothing, now and evermore,
O you whose sin in life had death in ease,
The murder of your victims beats the door
Wherein your careless carrion lies at peace?
 
Francis William Lauderdale Adams

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