Poems About: PARIS

It's kind of fun playing the victim for once
Knowing what it's like to be the innocent one

My body is cold read more »

lady, there is something wrong
with the story: Cinderella asking for her Romeo?

What can Juliet say read more »

Jack Nicholson jumped clear over the moon
And Britney Spears just married a baboon

A spaceship was spotted over L.A. read more »

In the Paris street
famous for at least 800 years
for comforts and deformities of flesh
a pretty, very sweet read more »

The lemon lady fingers of the sun
Lay ribbons of pale mercy on the cold.
Silk birds like kites lift dreams as high as smoke.
The music of the moment lives on hope. read more »

As we are sitting in our tour bus,
There's a young man sitting in front of US
His companies and all else he recalled,
With remembrances of his first read more »

We were blessed with an angel,
The day that she came,
Only a child so perfect,
Could carry her name, read more »

Every morning a woman comes and hand picks her rubbish -

Gems discarded by the elite of the city. read more »

As twilight diminishes the day’s hope,
The street lights beep alarm,
The crowds throng the rushing pavements,
Cold winds chilling their strawberry cheeks, read more »

I have a favorite place
That exists in two locations
It’s in my heart
The darting mind of love and hate read more »

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(From 'The Art of Fiction LII, ' an interview with
Bernard Malamud, in THE PARIS REVIEW)

'I love metaphor, ' read more »