#slogans - Hello Poetry

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks in Paris settling in. My every appliance, gadget and charger have been bricked by the weird, French electricity, which bobs when it should weave or something - but you still can’t stick a fork in the sockets. I’ve also been meandering the right bank* arrondissements for fashions. Students at Université Paris Cité, in the everyday, dress more chicly and elegantly than Yalies or nerdy Harvard ‘barneys.’ I’ve noticed a lot of Asian, selfie-taking tourists in Paris. They come in like waves of invaders as the river-cruises dock. Now, anyone that’s known me for some time, will tell you that my friends and I’ve been taking selfies for decades. Just not in the middle of the street or with total strangers trying to relax on crisp, cool, early summer morning, while sipping an espresso hangover cure. Was COVID deadly? Well, it certainly killed off the last etiquettes that separated us from the animals. I’m not anti-tourist - nope - I just moved back here myself - but these smiling, terribly polite, middle-aged people, think nothing of stopping someone abruptly in the street to ask directions, in a foreign language - as if they’re at Tokyo-Disneyland where the locals are cast members simulating real life. Would you expect anyone on a busy, work-a-day Manhattan street to happily stop and converse? Not a chance. Women would recoil like snakes and the men would dodge like O.J Simpson or shoulder you to the ground. Still, they call Parisians rude. I am becoming more serpentine and evasive as I shop, as-if I were a spy in occupied territory. Charles and I form a one-man phalanx, with me following in his wake, like a dolphin trailing along a great ship. They may need to put up signage, like, “Look (at the locals) but don’t touch,” but in what language? Let’s wax free-versely… freever-ishly? *It’s a pleasure to walk the banks of the dark, reflective Saine again. and watch the warm, evenings for the first cool stirrings of fall. Once you’ve visited Paris, it stays with you. Nothing’s simple here, not the moonlight, the serene european atmosphere or the better-than-you sense of right and wrong. I’m young in a very old city. I like dessert crawls, and “rock’n’roll clubs.” Hemingway wrote, that ‘‘You receive in return what you bring to Paris.’* That’s probably not an exact quote. but I think that’s where they got “What happens in Vegas.” . . Songs for this: Come to Me by Koop Leena by Caravan Palace Right Now by The Creatures

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Aug 15, 2025

Aug 15, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC

anaisvionet

fashion hunting

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks in Paris settling in. My every appliance, gadget and charger have been bricked by the weird, French electricity, which bobs when it should weave or something - but you still can’t stick a fork in the sockets. I’ve also been meandering the right bank* arrondissements for fashions. Students at Université Paris Cité, in the everyday, dress more chicly and elegantly than Yalies or nerdy Harvard ‘barneys.’ I’ve noticed a lot of Asian, selfie-taking tourists in Paris. They come in like waves of invaders as the river-cruises dock. Now, anyone that’s known me for some time, will tell you that my friends and I’ve been taking selfies for decades. Just not in the middle of the street or with total strangers trying to relax on crisp, cool, early summer morning, while sipping an espresso hangover cure. Was COVID deadly? Well, it certainly killed off the last etiquettes that separated us from the animals. I’m not anti-tourist - nope - I just moved back here myself - but these smiling, terribly polite, middle-aged people, think nothing of stopping someone abruptly in the street to ask directions, in a foreign language - as if they’re at Tokyo-Disneyland where the locals are cast members simulating real life. Would you expect anyone on a busy, work-a-day Manhattan street to happily stop and converse? Not a chance. Women would recoil like snakes and the men would dodge like O.J Simpson or shoulder you to the ground. Still, they call Parisians rude. I am becoming more serpentine and evasive as I shop, as-if I were a spy in occupied territory. Charles and I form a one-man phalanx, with me following in his wake, like a dolphin trailing along a great ship. They may need to put up signage, like, “Look (at the locals) but don’t touch,” but in what language? Let’s wax free-versely… freever-ishly? *It’s a pleasure to walk the banks of the dark, reflective Saine again. and watch the warm, evenings for the first cool stirrings of fall. Once you’ve visited Paris, it stays with you. Nothing’s simple here, not the moonlight, the serene european atmosphere or the better-than-you sense of right and wrong. I’m young in a very old city. I like dessert crawls, and “rock’n’roll clubs.” Hemingway wrote, that ‘‘You receive in return what you bring to Paris.’* That’s probably not an exact quote. but I think that’s where they got “What happens in Vegas.” . . Songs for this: Come to Me by Koop Leena by Caravan Palace Right Now by The Creatures

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Got a plop in my fizz And a tiger in my tank Impossible is nothing (That’s why Titanic sank) Got milk? Just do it. Wash your troubles down the drain Tastes so good Cats ask for it by name Eat fresh. I’m lovin’ it. It’s finger-lickin’ good If you won’t eat it We all know Mikey would Once you pop you can’t stop Make the most of now “Eat Mor Chikin” (Written by a rebel cow) Every bubble’s passed its fizzical Let’s get quizzical Nothin’ says lovin’ Like something from the oven Snap! Crackle! Pop! They’re Gr-r-r-reat! Just like a good neighbor In good hands with Allstate Look, Ma, no cavities! Think outside the bun Save money. Live better. Consider IT done Melts in your mouth Not in your hands (Life’s what happens While you’re making other plans) American by birth. Rebel by choice. Hello Moto His masters voice Maybe she’s born with it Have it your way A diamond is forever Every kiss begins with Kay You've come a long way baby Be all that you can be A Little dab'll do ya With L.S./M.F.T. Own a piece of the rock Where do you want to go today? We make money The old-fashioned way… When you care enough To send the very best Oh, what a feeling! Come be our guest! Live in your world. Play in ours. Get N or get out For the love of cars You can’t top the copper top Easy as Dell He keeps going and going… Go further with Shell When there is no tomorrow Bo knows best Think small. Make believe. Makes quitting **** less Stronger than dirt How do you spell relief? Success. It’s a mind game. Defying all belief Challenge everything Share moments. Share life. Because you’re worth it Save a life. Love your wife.

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Oct 23, 2019

Oct 23, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC

poetry2go

Slogan Shebang

Got a plop in my fizz And a tiger in my tank Impossible is nothing (That’s why Titanic sank) Got milk? Just do it. Wash your troubles down the drain Tastes so good Cats ask for it by name Eat fresh. I’m lovin’ it. It’s finger-lickin’ good If you won’t eat it We all know Mikey would Once you pop you can’t stop Make the most of now “Eat Mor Chikin” (Written by a rebel cow) Every bubble’s passed its fizzical Let’s get quizzical Nothin’ says lovin’ Like something from the oven Snap! Crackle! Pop! They’re Gr-r-r-reat! Just like a good neighbor In good hands with Allstate Look, Ma, no cavities! Think outside the bun Save money. Live better. Consider IT done Melts in your mouth Not in your hands (Life’s what happens While you’re making other plans) American by birth. Rebel by choice. Hello Moto His masters voice Maybe she’s born with it Have it your way A diamond is forever Every kiss begins with Kay You've come a long way baby Be all that you can be A Little dab'll do ya With L.S./M.F.T. Own a piece of the rock Where do you want to go today? We make money The old-fashioned way… When you care enough To send the very best Oh, what a feeling! Come be our guest! Live in your world. Play in ours. Get N or get out For the love of cars You can’t top the copper top Easy as Dell He keeps going and going… Go further with Shell When there is no tomorrow Bo knows best Think small. Make believe. Makes quitting **** less Stronger than dirt How do you spell relief? Success. It’s a mind game. Defying all belief Challenge everything Share moments. Share life. Because you’re worth it Save a life. Love your wife.

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WE don't need to make America great again; SHE makes us all great.

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC

devin-lawrence

Dear Mr. Trump, (haiku)

WE don't need to make America great again; SHE makes us all great.

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