Poems About: PARIS

Autumn in Paris is like summer in a lower heaven.
Sycamores and chestnuts paint the air,
Pencil-thin branches sketch the city like Utrillo,
The Seine sets leaves in moon-glass. read more »

My mother wore Woolworth's perfume
Californian Poppy sweet and heavy
Soir de Paris heady in the afternoons
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“Sorry, sir. Booked out.. but then...”
The patronne’s voice is calm, you’re
penniless again in Paris, facing doom
and banking on the hope her “then.. read more »

Why am I always sad when I’ve read about
Paris Hilton, when people argue that she
is pretty and empty-headed, yet
what chance did she ever have read more »

Last kisess leading on from those first
Sweet wishes, oh I had such a thrist,
Insatiable for a blissful few months, now
Has it dried out this soon, so soon, how? read more »

I STOOD in Père-la-Chaise. The putrid City,
Paris, the harlot of the nations, lay,
The bug-bright thing that knows not love nor pity, read more »

'Mister Pertillar,
Based upon your 'experience'...
What makes you qualified,
To fly a 747? ' read more »

When loud March from the East begins to blow,
And earth and heaven are black, then off we hie read more »

1572 A.D. Paris. read more »

Masterpieces
are not just found
in Paris Louvre
hung upon a wall read more »

Chicago
this other
Paris read more »

I met you at Cafe de Margots
A beautiful sunny morning in Paris read more »