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Best Poems About / On PARIS
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Paris
Thinkin' of Paris
Always begins and ends
With thoughts of you
and how you brought
even more light
to La Ville-Lumiθre.
The combination
of your beauty
and the city's
was overpowerin'.
You were lovely
and I was lucky.
Even now, these thoughts
I cannot imagine
bein' without and yet
I am forlorn, mon chou,
that I am without you
and we are without Paris.
So I go there
Often in my dreams
To be with you
Spin the totem
And hope and pray
It never stops
MacGregor Tagliaferro
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A Rondel For Olivia
She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
Dreaming of Paris and faraway places
Of people shell meet, their stories, their faces
Wishing that time would quickly go by
Shes ready to soar, shes ready to fly
Packed all her hopes in matching suitcases
She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
Dreaming of Paris and faraway places
She wants to go far, she wants to fly high
Trying to catch those dreams that she chases
No time to tie her childhood shoelaces
Dancing, spinning, she turns with a sigh
She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
Annabel Cruz
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PARIS MORNING
Paris in the morning-
The blushed morning sky
Touched the sidewalk. Paris
Loving itself through each
Passersbys footsteps
Brushing the orange marmalade sun
Through my hair,
Varnishing old age through my bones.
Lisa Rhodes
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Through Paris 1970
As you rode through Paris
in the packed coach
the radio played
Beethoven's Piano Concerto #5
and Mamie
sat beside you
her head to one side
sleeping
her mouth open
like some fish
out of water
her hands tucked
between her thighs
her blue skirt
riding high
and the slow movement
of the Beethoven piece
began
the piano playing softy
as the bright lights
of Paris
lit up
the dull space
inside the coach
and you closed your eyes
laying a hand
surreptiously
over hers
hearing the piano
and orchestra
as if in a dream
and Mamie
never minded
your hand
on hers
or so you thought then
and as now
it would seem.
Terry Collett
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