Paris? My Love
Shall we see Paris? My Love
In the Fall.
We could dance in moonlight, and kiss
Beneath the roses climbing
On the wall.
Meet me in Paris? My Love
In the Fall.
The tender beauty and proportion
Would grace such art
Beneath the shadows of the Eiffel, standing
Oh’ so tall.
How about Paris? My Love
In the Fall.
We could walk among lavender and dream of love
As Monet’s ghost paints our amorous romance
Shall we see Paris? My Love
In the Fall.
RNRM
The Passionate Pirate
A devilish silence enslaved the ship
As Leviathan opened Dante’s Inferno.
Days of windless hell have marooned the mast and jib
Rouges and thieves have squandered rum and tack.
Captain, and scoundrel am I, who shares not
His ivory, will gladly give poison or steel.
Cap and ball ready my fingers tremble
Upon my brow, I shall not die of thirst!
Alas! Where is Virgil? No guide have I!
Perhaps only witty poets are given clues?
No bard am I! No wit to charm my muse; my dark lady.
Cursed be buccaneer whose ever immersed
His poisoned quill, to write bad verse.
© RNRM
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Leaving the Isle of Desire
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I, a pirate, who long ago fell from grace
Swears, never again to look upon this dastardly place
The isle with fires of desire that burn through the night
Burns me with fever, such thirst it does incite
I, the fool who heard the Siren’s choir
I, the rogue who chased a tempting desire
Desire without love, leaves such discontent
A maddening, smoldering dross
I, Sail on! and lament not this facade
Farewell! to false lovers whose hearts are mere stone
Charge my glass! and draw the sword!
Unfurl the sails! and hoist the Jolly Bones!
© RNRM
The Isle of Desire
photo by © Paulus | Dreamstime.com
I, a simple man
Not known for line and verse
Am buccaneer with amoristic curse
A wayward highwayman
Bewitched and enchanted by the chase
The moment the touch the embrace
I looked into abyssal depths
Of impassioned sultry eyes
Deep pools lit by Aphrodite’s moon
I, a pirate, rogue and rake
Unholy visions did I make
To shipwreck upon this
Mysterious apparitional isle
Not found on chart or bearing
I followed the enamored damsel
To the isle of desire
Where faith and vows are lost, betrayed
And forbidden lovers dance
In moonlight and consuming fires
© RNRM
