Laurent Poems - Poems about Laurent

...Afrika, Open your eyes. You know well your oppressors Just stop being their spies The people you spy are your only defenders You could be out of those generational problems If you stood to......

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...We should spend Christmas In Paris this year with Jean Christmas in Paris? Spectacular plan Let's buy the tickets and call Early and call Jean Just then Tommy turned To them loaning ......

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...Jacque Laurent Agasse a vet he came to be As a painter not so prolifique but his horses were just the ticket......

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...[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ] "Though I freely walk these streets, sometimes I'm mentally confined Yesterday, today and tomorrow seem forever entwined When I think......

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...[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ] launched over ages of primaeval forces my nomadic ancestry calls out to me winds howl driven over rolling hills atop a ridge of rugg......

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...Let’s use Majorelle blue, okay? I nodded. Knowing nothing of it. Morocco botanical garden blue. Named for Jaques Majorelle. French painter. Nuturerer of gardens for forty years. Eighteen y......

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...‘Do I look good in this and I want the honest truth?’ ‘Well honey it would help if you stepped outside the booth.’ ‘The zip’s a little tight’ she said, so I knew the task ahead, But I couldn’t rea......

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...Multiple premise olfactory adventures, contemplative tactile sensory ... Clothing colors, odors, hues, varnishes ... Beauty has always done fashion ... or your own reason for being... Fashio......

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...The last time I saw Paris The lights had vanished from the skyline. She sat quite calmly, Speaking in a common tongue, Words that soon dissolved like my intentions. Her eyes met mine Then turne......

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... “ANTE BELLUM” BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen On Stirling Silver platters With redruM narcotics Deliver......

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...The End of Love A secret grief rips apart all that was Slaves to the sexual caresses of time Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields Of spring full wishes Thou seeith the birth of love ......

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...$hawty Got $wag Shawty got swag, Shawty mad dope. Face all cheesin’, She real turned up. Goin’ to da club, She steppin' wit her peeps, Lookin’ so ratchet, Sh......

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...The dam broke in Quebec. My thoughts, my words, and my pen all moved. Moved like the thin layer of brackish water over the icy depths of le Fleave St. Laurent. Moved like the evening breez......

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