Pierre Rausch

Pierre Rausch Poems
1. | The Last Rites | 8/5/2013 |
2. | You Shiver Again | 8/5/2013 |
3. | You Pardon Me | 8/5/2013 |
4. | Yammee, Yammee | 8/5/2013 |
5. | Would You Do That | 8/5/2013 |
6. | Wombats | 8/5/2013 |
7. | Wishes | 8/5/2013 |
8. | Wish To Win It | 8/5/2013 |
9. | Wide Open | 8/5/2013 |
10. | Wide Dove Trader | 8/5/2013 |
11. | Washing | 8/5/2013 |
12. | War | 8/5/2013 |
13. | Wanda | 8/5/2013 |
14. | Viva | 8/5/2013 |
15. | Virus | 8/5/2013 |
16. | United Deluxe | 8/5/2013 |
17. | Unicorn | 8/5/2013 |
18. | Ultimo Negro | 8/5/2013 |
19. | Two Calls | 8/5/2013 |
20. | Turn The Tide | 8/5/2013 |
21. | Tung-Pei | 8/5/2013 |
22. | Tribut | 8/5/2013 |
23. | Topmodels | 8/5/2013 |
24. | Tonight | 8/5/2013 |
25. | Toledo | 8/5/2013 |
26. | To Eavesdrop | 8/5/2013 |
27. | To Block It Up | 8/5/2013 |
28. | Titbits & Refreshment | 8/5/2013 |
29. | These One's | 8/5/2013 |
30. | The Woods (Balthasar Wood And Wagon Threepwood) | 8/5/2013 |
31. | The Wooden House | 8/5/2013 |
32. | Migration (Governemental Traffic Agencies) | 5/21/2013 |
33. | Goldcurl | 8/5/2013 |
34. | Last Bastion | 8/5/2013 |
35. | The Face | 8/5/2013 |
36. | Joseph | 8/5/2013 |
37. | The Ruin Of The Crown | 8/5/2013 |
38. | 1961 | 8/5/2013 |
39. | A Bit Straighter | 8/5/2013 |
40. | A Crowning Mercy | 8/5/2013 |
Comments about Pierre Rausch
A Cup Of Coffee
Don't you buy a hat, a Paris model
Camouflage to say disaster
Of a bowler gin, with two or three
Genre to
avoid all squash
Feathers would not conceal
Shag your toes to the hips
I invite you to a cup of coffee, if you want to
share time with me
A big latte, an espresso or an tea
What would you like
An afternoon in a Paris Cafe, a warm cup of
Coffee
Pambelam, be babe, pambelam, be babe, pambelam
Evil, when the tears floated for that guy, for
the lipsticks, would you try,
Sick, when the tears floated for that guy, for
the lipsticks, would you ...
The Face
She opens it to the perforrmance door,
Her hair lets crisp the wind,
Shadow divides her face, the face
She stands there in the open door,
She'd greet the gipsy wind,
Her wind is the hair, the hair,
Colors plaint red-stick scarlet
Make-up paints this starlet
The Media flush it
So emotional..i feel you buddy.i have been there