Genevieve Pilat

Rookie - 360 Points (02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Genevieve Pilat Poems

1. Through Sweet Peach Lane 3/28/2013
2. How Is It Possible 4/1/2013
3. World To Ice 4/1/2013
4. Wishful Heart 4/19/2013
5. Second Beat 4/22/2013
6. Separate Paths 4/22/2013
7. In The Tree 4/22/2013
8. Headline 4/22/2013
9. Super Glue 4/22/2013
10. Put On A Smile 4/24/2013
11. Breathe 3/29/2013
12. Final Melody 3/29/2013
13. Final Soliloquy 4/29/2013
14. Already Written 5/7/2013
15. Stepford 8/6/2013
16. Don'T Say Hello 8/9/2013
17. Thousand Lies 8/13/2013
18. Bird's Eye View 8/13/2013
19. Sea Glass 8/19/2013
20. Blind Or Deaf 8/19/2013
21. Ego 8/19/2013
22. A Farewell 8/19/2013
23. Medicine 12/5/2013
24. Hush Little Child 12/14/2013
25. Ten Feet Under 2/16/2014
26. Voodoo Doll 2/18/2014
27. Down The Rabbit Hole 2/18/2014
28. The Carousel 2/26/2014
29. Bonnie And Clyde 6/4/2014
30. Will I Ever Tell You 6/8/2014
31. Tragic 7/10/2014
32. Wonders Of Being Pretty 7/10/2014
33. Eating The Human Flesh 7/10/2014
34. Phobia 8/8/2013
35. # 49 6/7/2014
36. Open Your Eyes 2/26/2014
37. Stranger 11/23/2013
38. Lennon: The Nowhere Man 5/7/2013
39. Home 4/26/2013
40. Cloud Eight 4/24/2013
Best Poem of Genevieve Pilat

Saxophone Love

Mixed in the breeze of April dusk winds
Floating high above
A sweetened melody seeps in all around
It must be a saxophone love.

Oh that sweet, so sweet jazz that tickles my ears
What heavenly music it seems
It fills my heart with joy and adoration
It brings contentment in my dreams.

That soul of the saxophone crooning its song
Presenting its own life story
Stories of sadness, heartache and pain
And stories of its outstanding glory.

Such saxophone love can cast strange spells
Changing normal people into scamps
Transforming gentlemen to ...

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Little Butterfly

Little butterfly, inside your warm cocoon
Dreaming of a world that is made for you
How foolish you are, you silly butterfly
You think the world's divided in two.

The world you see is all but gray
Dull by the given choices
Not one thing new, no forward movement
No new sound of revolution voices.

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