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"paree" poems
I gaze into my crystal ball, discern amidst the haze A world so far removed from that of now, it would amaze, Where catapulting incidents collide like billiard ***** And sense defies belief as renaissance makes the calls. Blueprints fresh from Internet supply the suitcase blast Where the terrorist’s, simultaneously, ignite in cities cast From Moscow to New York, Beijing to Berlin Gay Paree to London town then way out east again, Budapest, Jerusalem Calcutta burning all And Tokyo is levelled in a ghastly nuclear pall. Kneejerk reaction triggers contrails in the blue Crisscrossing all the continents obliterating through An overkill so vicious that in seconds it is past And the living cling in horror, bearing witness… aghast. Restraints are erased as the opportunists dash Flotillas from the Spratleys sprint to occupy and cash In on the minerals, oil and potential food supplies Of uncontaminated nations found beneath Pacific skies. Hindi, Jew and Muslim settle scores bereft with years Of resentment accrued in a flood of blood and tears. A sudden realisation of immensity of loss Curtails the destruction in retrenchment across The habitable outposts, the dearth of supply And the daunting prospects of a nuclear winter sky. Global collapse of all electronic gear No power, no phones, and no cars now…for years. Electromagnetic impulse put paid to all that And the day is as dark as the cold night is black. And here all we sit, in the here and the now On the verge of catastrophes’ teetering tower, With a fools pudgy finger just inches above The nuclear button…and all that we love. ……You fear the insanity, sense the insane Knowing that people like this are holding the reign? Knowing that volatility strikes Like the shot of a gun and the ****** of a knife. I don’t have the answers to hand But someone out there, knows how…and can. The sands of time are running thin URGENTLY needed a LEADER...to WIN! M. Planet Earth 6 March 2019
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
The Tomorrow that Must Not Happen!
I gaze into my crystal ball, discern amidst the haze A world so far removed from that of now, it would amaze, Where catapulting incidents collide like billiard ***** And sense defies belief as renaissance makes the calls. Blueprints fresh from Internet supply the suitcase blast Where the terrorist’s, simultaneously, ignite in cities cast From Moscow to New York, Beijing to Berlin Gay Paree to London town then way out east again, Budapest, Jerusalem Calcutta burning all And Tokyo is levelled in a ghastly nuclear pall. Kneejerk reaction triggers contrails in the blue Crisscrossing all the continents obliterating through An overkill so vicious that in seconds it is past And the living cling in horror, bearing witness… aghast. Restraints are erased as the opportunists dash Flotillas from the Spratleys sprint to occupy and cash In on the minerals, oil and potential food supplies Of uncontaminated nations found beneath Pacific skies. Hindi, Jew and Muslim settle scores bereft with years Of resentment accrued in a flood of blood and tears. A sudden realisation of immensity of loss Curtails the destruction in retrenchment across The habitable outposts, the dearth of supply And the daunting prospects of a nuclear winter sky. Global collapse of all electronic gear No power, no phones, and no cars now…for years. Electromagnetic impulse put paid to all that And the day is as dark as the cold night is black. And here all we sit, in the here and the now On the verge of catastrophes’ teetering tower, With a fools pudgy finger just inches above The nuclear button…and all that we love. ……You fear the insanity, sense the insane Knowing that people like this are holding the reign? Knowing that volatility strikes Like the shot of a gun and the ****** of a knife. I don’t have the answers to hand But someone out there, knows how…and can. The sands of time are running thin URGENTLY needed a LEADER...to WIN! M. Planet Earth 6 March 2019
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Midnight in Paris oui, oui Missour, excusez-moi s'il vous plaît, may I take your bags, welcome to the Ritz I am most sure, you will enjoy your stay Paris is most happy, to see you  Mr. Fitz Paris in the spring is such a lovely sight the flowers all in bloom, the skyline at night bright sun shinning now, maybe an afternoon shower plan your day well before you ride up in the tower strolling past the cathedral of Notre Dame thinking of the bell ringer the old hunchback like the Philadelphia liberty, the bell has a crack the storming of the Bastille, to relieve the shame to the Louvre for the most exquisite art Rembrandt and DaVinci at their best so many things to see this is just the start to see it all would be a fantastic quest time for a ride down the Seine river astonishing sights this old city can deliver a bottle of nice Vouvray to enhance the ride a lovely local woman right by your side now you might ask her if she likes to dance for the clubs in Paree are oh so fine club Lido also a great place to dine a wonderful time, Midnight in Paris, France Gomer LePoet
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Sep 1, 2011
Sep 1, 2011 at 2:29 PM UTC
Midnight in Paris
People often say now I understand When they hear that I'm from Paree Not Gay Paree silly, but redneck In the heart of Tennessee I am the newest style of hairdressers Here to lay out all the facts I no longer work on the tops of heads But straight out of the pits It all happened when I got bored With the every day to day Trimming of the head left me feeling dead That's when it hit me..."Underarm Braid" That right there was my life saver That right there was my turn around If it didn't make me world famous At least it did on this side of town Now people come from as far as Nashville To have their underarms done I even gave a left and right pit Mohawk To the Governor's daughter and son What? Did you think I only braided? There's so much more that I can do Just ask the Punk Rock Chick's that wait in line To have their armpits colored blue My older clientele have let there hair grow out Since it is they learned I'm now specializing in for both women and men Their favorite sets and perms So feel the freedom of the pits That hippie chicks have long since known Here at Michael's Salon Of Pits We'll do something special with that growth
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Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
Michael's Salon Of Pits
Minuit à Paris oui, oui Missour, excusez-moi s'il vous plaît, peux je prendre vos sacs, être bienvenu au Ritz Je suis plus sûr, vous apprécierez votre séjour Paris est le plus heureux, vous voir M. Fitz Paris au printemps est une si jolie vue les fleurs tous dans l'éclat, l'horizon la nuit le soleil brillant shinning maintenant, peut-être une ****** d'après-midi planifiez votre jour bien avant vous le trajet en haut dans la tour le fait de promener devant le cathederal de Dame Notre le fait de penser au carillonneur le vieux bossu comme la liberté de Philadelphie, la cloche a un craquement le fait de prendre d'assaut du Bastille, pour soulager la honte au Louvre pour la plupart d'art exqusite Rembrandt et DaVinci à leur meilleur tant de choses à voir c'est juste le début voir tout cela serait une quête fantastique le temps pour un trajet en bas le fleuve de Seine les vues étonnantes cette vieille ville peuvent livrer une bouteille de Vouvray agréable pour améliorer le trajet une jolie femme locale directement par votre côté maintenant vous pourriez lui demander si elle aime danser car les clubs dans Paree sont oh si parfaits le club la Plage aussi un grand endroit pour dîner un temps magnifique, le Minuit à Paris, France Gomer LePoet
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Sep 1, 2011
Sep 1, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
Midnite in Paris - in French Minuit à Paris
Her name was Nanette - A student from France Who wore red blouses And **** red pants She wanted to check out The U.S. of A. So a couple with twins Hired her right away The twins had their own Ideas for fun They loved Disney World Their place in the sun They frolicked on rides, Ate hot dogs galore, Loved parades, Mickey Mouse, Fireworks, and more But Nanette's heart wasn't in it The job was no fun She had no real interest In tending to the young Nothing could cheer up This nanny from Paree She'd rather read tabloids Than watch twins under three She clearly preferred The company of guys With muscles, tattoos, And Jello shots on the side The guys were bad boys Completely entranced By the Parisian charmer And her flair for romance But the parents were upset With her profligate passion They decided to dismiss her In a daring fashion They took her to the Tower of Terror one day And left her shrieking As they ran away And that was the last time They ever caught sight Of that naughty Nanette From the City of Light
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
The Naughty Nanny
1. thar once was a big tree grew high in the middle of the field it sheltered from rain; became fine-home to blue-birds till the cutting-folk came and slew it.. down. 2. enver was a man who had great luck at the table this gent won a ton of coins hands-down which attracted the rabble from all round so this pore-man from denver lost it once again.. 3. gently rowing splendid along the fyne shore to reach make sure ye have two oars! 4. peter was a pyper, had a girl named jessie hardly went to market when the livestock all got tired he played a tune, all lively-like.. they all got up to dance! 5. jolly molly had a dolly, that she called polly they went by train to Swiss-towne, Bern to order two cups of strawb-lolly but once there, they broke stride and ordered two hot-chox. 6. there once lived a physicist who brought earth-pendulum to life Léon Foucault was he named and born unto this day born in 1819 in gay-Paree and died in 1868 he set about wide-views of rotation right upon its head! S T - 18 septemba
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
dimmereeqs
It's not the docile who are the most peaceful It's not the quiet who make the best mothers And it's not the pilgrims who make the finest believers For, the blade is not the only part of the sword Only part of the sword, ooh hoo.... It's not the poets who pose the deepest questions It's not the enemy that you have to fear And it's not enough people who live in cleanest conscience For, the string is not the only part of guitar. Only part of guitar, ooh hoo.... Refrain: Beware even the blunt side of the sword Beware even the blunt side of the sword! Oh, you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword. Only part of the sword, ooh hoo.... It's not the animals who are the uncivilised ones And it's not in the light that you get to know yourself And it's not up to you to decide the life that I live For the heart is not the only part of me. Only part of me...... It's not the well-spoken who speak the most wise words It's not the sufferers alone who feel the pain and anguish And it's not the have-it-alls who really have it all And the Eiffel Tower's not the only thing in Paree. Only thing in Paree..... And you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword.... Oh, you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword. Star Toucher, Feb 2013
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
The Sword
sitting by the window. with the sounds of some nondescript parisian accordion sounding bourgeoisie muzak playing overhead. all the while I write poetry in a coffee shop. ******* this may be the trite-est of ironies any explanation would not be weight bearing for this ridiculous setting. only suitable for student films, with a beret on top. who by no fault of their own originate in new york by way of black and white paree. cigarettes and drowsy violins, odd bedfellows and conjoined twins.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
at the flying monkey
(The Greater Prairie Chicken: a grouse of open grassland, is known for its mating dance. Males display together in a communal lek, where they raise ear-like feathers above their heads, inflate orange sacs on the sides of their throats, and stutter-step around while making a deep hooting moan.) So how you gonna keep ‘em Down on the farm after they’d seen Paree? After “displaying together” in Their own private lek-- Communal though it was. It’s May in Hemetucky. I just got back from my Twilight constitutional, As Truman called it. Harry—since I was born in 1949— Tribute for my first Commander-in-Chief. The moon was misted, More than half full, Myself half in the bag, As they say. As you know by know, I live in one of those gated, Golf-coursed, over-55 Lunatic Asylums, A communal lek, as they say. I’m stutter schlepping around the block In my pajamas remembering that big sign, So full of promise--ACTIVE SENIORS— A veritable sexually promiscuous Welcome Mat. I made an assumption, you see, That children of the 60s grown old Would relish a life of legal **** in a Gated sanctuary with hours upon hours of “Let’s Hide the Pepperoni.” I knew I missed those years, That era of bra-burning & Birth Control. “Girls Gone Wild,” Wonton ******* & ******* A bowl of Won-Ton carnality: Wild abandon, mature ladies, Their ******* in a *** At the bottom of their purse, (Thank you, Joan Osborne) Joan Osborne - Right Hand Man Lyrics | MetroLyrics http://www.metrolyrics.com/right-hand-man-lyrics-joan-osborne.htmlLyrics to 'Right Hand Man' by Joan Osborne. Let me use your toothbrush / Have you got a clean shirt? / My ******* in a *** /at the bottom of my purse / I walk. (www.advertise/right-in-the-middle-of-fucking-poem.com) Yet, I languish here Here in the now, Having shown my cards too often. After 10 years here no woman Takes me seriously, Given my unserious reputation, Not to be taken seriously. Which explains why I spend So much of my time in Italy Lately.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
“Tympanuchus Cupido: Order Galliformes, Family Phasianidae”
(The Greater Prairie Chicken: a grouse of open grassland, is known for its mating dance. Males display together in a communal lek, where they raise ear-like feathers above their heads, inflate orange sacs on the sides of their throats, and stutter-step around while making a deep hooting moan.) So how you gonna keep ‘em Down on the farm after they’d seen Paree? After “displaying together” in Their own private lek-- Communal though it was. It’s May in Hemetucky. I just got back from my Twilight constitutional, As Truman called it. Harry—since I was born in 1949— Tribute for my first Commander-in-Chief. The moon was misted, More than half full, Myself half in the bag, As they say. As you know by know, I live in one of those gated, Golf-coursed, over-55 Lunatic Asylums, A communal lek, as they say. I’m stutter schlepping around the block In my pajamas remembering that big sign, So full of promise--ACTIVE SENIORS— A veritable sexually promiscuous Welcome Mat. I made an assumption, you see, That children of the 60s grown old Would relish a life of legal **** in a Gated sanctuary with hours upon hours of “Let’s Hide the Pepperoni.” I knew I missed those years, That era of bra-burning & Birth Control. “Girls Gone Wild,” Wonton ******* & ******* A bowl of Won-Ton carnality: Wild abandon, mature ladies, Their ******* in a *** At the bottom of their purse, (Thank you, Joan Osborne) Joan Osborne - Right Hand Man Lyrics | MetroLyrics http://www.metrolyrics.com/right-hand-man-lyrics-joan-osborne.htmlLyrics to 'Right Hand Man' by Joan Osborne. Let me use your toothbrush / Have you got a clean shirt? / My ******* in a *** /at the bottom of my purse / I walk. (www.advertise/right-in-the-middle-of-fucking-poem.com) Yet, I languish here Here in the now, Having shown my cards too often. After 10 years here no woman Takes me seriously, Given my unserious reputation, Not to be taken seriously. Which explains why I spend So much of my time in Italy Lately.
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December is harsh, Winter seeps through the pavement And we mourn the tree’s loss. How can I behave when I do not Know the culture? You pass the bread back and forth And I do not know why. Will you speak to me, Monsieur? Speak to me with meaning in your eyes So that I might understand. Chestnuts roast, a smell so warm and kind, We pass the stall but do not turn to look. Paree, Paree, what did you do to me? Oh darling! What did you do? The sky is weeping, His tears rolling down windowpanes As he sobs into the shoulders of the Gare du Nord. Winter has come and he knows it as much as I. I went to see the girl who stares, I stared back and sought comfort in her gaze. Strange, how a place can make you feel so alone. Don’t you agree? Show me if you agree. In this town of fifty million Frenchmen Cold creeps into my bones.
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
Hiver (2013)
Keep the lid on the coffin tight Gay Paree on a hot Summers night Plans are laid, secrets kept Mr. Mojo whispering Call the witness to the stand The only one left is Pam Took the secret to the grave Mr. Mojo whispering Count out loud now 1, 2, 3 Janice Joplin and 2 Jimmy's Pay the price to the Bar Keep Mr. Mojo whispering The pain he felt, could not accept Mojo Rising has up and left Final countdown, Jimmy's free Mr. Mojo whispering Learned to rhyme the darkened times All of it inside his mind Lived and died his poetry Mr. Mojo whispering
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Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
Mr. Mojo Whispering
Golden Bears & those Delawares, Gay Paree was in the mix. Now it's those hamsters... **** it, three kisses.
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
Traveling Man
Imagine just how life might be Without the old apostrophe That humble punctuator we Should deem to not be necess’ry Of course, in all sincerity We’d go on with what’s custom’ry Just using them, so flippantly From ** Chi Minh to gay Paree A punctuation KGB Would roam the streets incessantly And persecute those, foolishly Who slip one in ’twixt N and T For every single time that we Should use that little stroke, you see Shall cost us, it will not be free We’ll pay a high apostrofee As months do pass, eventually The use of an apostrophe Becomes rare as a butterflee Forgotten most entirely With passing years, we’d eagerly Write words in their entirety Remarking, “is it not so twee That words are not perfunctory?” Our compromised efficiency Would bother neither you nor me And so arrives the time that we Will make the world apostrofree.
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Alt + 0146
Stump Junction...               “How Ya Gonna Keep 'em Down on the Farm                           (After They've Seen Paree)?”                        -a song of the First World War Speak not to us of Paris by moonlight - How are they gonna keep us down on the Seine When we have seen the gaiety of Stump Junction By the romantic glow of sweet mary jane The twinkle of gunfire from a .22 As Cousin Eloise potted beer bottles While her new guy Kolby took a long //// On her old guy Shane-Boy’s low-rider rims The county mounties busted up the fight - Speak not to us of Paris by moonlight
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Stump Junction by Moonlight - It Ain't Paris
sunset in gay paree pavane sky ask for a glass of sherry wine cheese and french bread
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
Pavane Sky