Best Amsterdam Poems

Phyllis Upman was a young maid
When she learnt the rules of her trade:
Show men what they want
Behave nonchalant
And be sure to pull down the shade! 

n.b.  Window shopping in 
Amsterdam is a more popular
tourist attraction than tulips ...

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Tulips sway by wood,
Take a puff of the new day,
Where is the coffee?...

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They ventured in to Amsterdam to have a little break.
Alas it all went very wrong when they tried a slice of cake.
Before that fateful moment it had all gone very well,
Dinners, walks and seeing sights – and then they really fell.

They stopped to have a...

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Those little bridges
Perfect eyebrows
Half-moons
trampled by feet
that don't care
callously tarry.

The questions in
extinguished glances
a play staged for
dwindling feet
for faces are shameful
from corners of eyes
under fading half moon
a price charged
negotiated in the red glare
of evening wet cobblestones.

The heavy sweet scent
nickers around corners
eyebrows raised
over glassy eyes
sitting between evening
hordes of...

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If you seek to fully understand,
This complex human jam,
You just need a ticket in hand,
To fly to Amsterdam!

History walks the streets here,
In every pavement stone,
You find friendship and cheer,
 On every face In town!

Watch the cyclist to the right,
They have the right of way,
Trams, buses...

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Afternoon in Amsterdam 
 
I was looking at the little man 
He was a long way away 
Dim in my perception 
Of Amsterdam time 
Turning the wheel 
For a song 
Played magnificently 
From 
The bright red street organ 
He was turning the wheel 
The time...

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falling from the sky
i scraped my knees on concrete
fingernails darkened by metropolitan deceit

the gale of inner city enterprise
fueling trader commodities
and welcoming queues that form

their redundant mantra
echoing a delayed expedition
the signal beginning our attrition

elsewhere,
coal smeared spartans clash
their frosted resolve melting slowly
inside a timeless arena

closer to home,
oppressed...

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Right out side the coffee shop,
   Below St. Peter's hands
      The purveyors of indulgences
   Have set up little stands

And should some half-waked baker
   Come and stir about the pot
     ...

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Walking past a "coffee shop,"
The weed comes wafting out.
Though once I would have thus indulged,
Today I'll do without.

Somehow that's been tucked away,
A relic of my past,
Like youth and risks and craziness - 
It wasn't meant to last.

But how that smell just brings it back!
With every...

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Amsterdam
By

M Saleem Chaudhry

Annelies of Amsterdam is our guide

She  took us to her home town for cosmo's ride
Amsterdam is a city of canals so wide
Where everything is open, not much to hide
The treasures of art, deep sea and culture
She showed with pleasure and with pride
A...

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Amsterdam.
Calm, gentle.
Cycling, boating, walking.
Tulips, cobbles, bakeries, fresh air. 
Eating, drinking, sight-seeing.
Modern, historic.
Holiday....

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***I personally don't indulge in "soothing weed" 
                       but the Dutch and many others certainly do***









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If you were to inquire of me
To impart my knowledge about flowers 
My answer would be this
I have seen with my own eyes the Tulips blossoming in May
In Holland's field's 
On a sunny day
The likes of which my eyes had never seen before
Colors divided into...

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Roosters gather in a parking lot,
cackling and crowing.
A man is bent over in a field,
fixing his tractor. One long breath,
a yawn, a wide field with horses,
clusters of sheep beneath low trees.
We fly along a creek, short stretches of fence,
a dusty path, a boy on a...

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you are the sick
the disgust in the swallow
the cringe in the choking

we are the same in our affections
cheap and quick
taste and spit
we are the same in our forgiveness
heavy and grieving
a bathroom floor bereavement 
a curved spine casualty
empty

unflattering and unforgetting in all your doing
i lie heavy...

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