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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

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

...[ 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......Read the rest...

...[ 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...‘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......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

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

...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 ......Read the rest...

...$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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...