{"id":3149,"date":"2013-08-30T22:56:06","date_gmt":"2013-08-30T21:56:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=3149"},"modified":"2016-09-06T22:59:00","modified_gmt":"2016-09-06T21:59:00","slug":"in-paris-town","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/in-paris-town\/","title":{"rendered":"In Paris Town"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-2640\" alt=\"Paris Cafe Lady\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Paris-Cafe-Lady.jpg\" width=\"436\" height=\"333\" \/><br \/>\nIn Paris town lives a lady<br \/>\nMaybe drinks coffee in a cafe<br \/>\nDark hair, nice smile, long legs<br \/>\nWell it is I remember her<\/p>\n<p>If her today I saw<br \/>\nAnd into her eyes looked<br \/>\nShed look at me unknowing<br \/>\nFor she would not know me<\/p>\n<p>And if her eyes were not so nice<br \/>\nHer hair so dark and legs so long<br \/>\nWhen she told me she was from Paris<br \/>\nI would not have remembered.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In Paris town lives a lady Maybe drinks coffee in a cafe Dark hair, nice smile, long legs Well it is I remember her If her today I saw And into her eyes looked Shed look at me unknowing For she would not know me And if her eyes were &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[145,120],"tags":[3215,122,3213,3214,17,1897],"class_list":["post-3149","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-poems","category-non-rhyming-poems","tag-admiration-from-afar","tag-paris","tag-stranger","tag-tourist","tag-unrequited-love","tag-woman","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-ON","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":62,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/paris-doorway-red-light\/","url_meta":{"origin":3149,"position":0},"title":"Paris Doorway: Red Light","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"4th August 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Young soldiers facing death worried not about sin when heading into battle, many of whom never had being in a relationship, and were doomed to a prostitutes embrace to be the only experience of female love they would enjoy before their imminent deaths. Those who had not lived and loved\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Non Rhyming Poems&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Non Rhyming Poems","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/non-rhyming-poems\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"One of the Paris Bordello workers","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/One-of-the-Paris-Bordello-workers.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/One-of-the-Paris-Bordello-workers.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/One-of-the-Paris-Bordello-workers.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/One-of-the-Paris-Bordello-workers.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":1390,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/twelve-mourned-as-two-thousand-are-forgotten\/","url_meta":{"origin":3149,"position":1},"title":"Twelve Mourned as Two Thousand are Forgotten","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"12th January 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic ~ Josef Stalin Millions marched - a world looked on in sympathy As is right and proper, for the Paris Twelve who were slain... As they were remembered, in another land two thousand lie forgotten\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Civil Rights&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Civil Rights","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/civil-rights\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"March in Paris for the Charlie Hebdo murders","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/March-in-Paris-for-the-Charlie-Hebdo-murders.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/March-in-Paris-for-the-Charlie-Hebdo-murders.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/March-in-Paris-for-the-Charlie-Hebdo-murders.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/March-in-Paris-for-the-Charlie-Hebdo-murders.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":2419,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/tears-for-and-thoughts-with-paris-tonight\/","url_meta":{"origin":3149,"position":2},"title":"Tears For and Thoughts with Paris Tonight","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"14th November 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Apr\u00e8s la pluie, le beau temps. Translation: After troubles, calm comes back. These streets have seen blood before Terror too, and have survived The Commune, the Revolution, the Nazis and more Buried its dead, moved on, remembered and thrived. The enemy now is not a state Or a standing army\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;War on Terror&quot;","block_context":{"text":"War on Terror","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/war-on-terror\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":2181,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/dark-brown-turf\/","url_meta":{"origin":3149,"position":3},"title":"Dark Brown Turf","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"11th August 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"In solidarity with the turf cutters. The latest of the poems restored to the website, this one was written a few years back. By hand it was cut, the dark brown turf Donkey and ass dew it by cart home Hands hard from work tossed it to the fire Neath\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Environment&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Environment","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/environment\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Dark Brown Turf","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/Dark-Brown-Turf-300x73.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/Dark-Brown-Turf-300x73.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/Dark-Brown-Turf-300x73.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x"},"classes":[]},{"id":4487,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/it-is-but-stone\/","url_meta":{"origin":3149,"position":4},"title":"It Is But Stone","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th April 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"It is but stone - yet how it burns! It that stood when bombs from sky rained down: When heads to baskets fell before a Longford priest On the streets of that French town It looked on, clergy sided with the rich Who the poor turned on, casting God aside\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Faith&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Faith","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/faith\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Notre Dame Steeple Falls","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/Notre-Dame-Steeple-Falls.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/Notre-Dame-Steeple-Falls.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/Notre-Dame-Steeple-Falls.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/Notre-Dame-Steeple-Falls.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/Notre-Dame-Steeple-Falls.jpg?resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3083,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/salmon-fisherman-in-river-corrib\/","url_meta":{"origin":3149,"position":5},"title":"Salmon Fisherman in River Corrib","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"5th August 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"On taking a picture of salmon fishers at the Salmon Wier in the Corrib a few days ago, I thought of Yeats poem \"The Fisherman\"... and thought to write one for the fisherman of the modern age. But these days are too dark for looking to the future so far,\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;2016 American Presidential Election&quot;","block_context":{"text":"2016 American Presidential Election","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/america\/2016-american-presidential-election\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"The Salmon Fisher - River Corrib in Galway","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/The-Salmon-Fisher-River-Corrib-in-Galway.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/The-Salmon-Fisher-River-Corrib-in-Galway.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/The-Salmon-Fisher-River-Corrib-in-Galway.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/The-Salmon-Fisher-River-Corrib-in-Galway.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/The-Salmon-Fisher-River-Corrib-in-Galway.jpg?resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]}],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3149","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3149"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3149\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3150,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3149\/revisions\/3150"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3149"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3149"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3149"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}