Best Dame Poems

Hold your fire
Let your sharp tongue retire
When to the fore sneaks your ire

Increasing carelessness danger
Thinking in your mind you’re an indomitable ranger
Although in your own skin you turn into a total stranger

Body somehow cut off from your mind
With a baggage of axes to grind
When moderation...

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Today... 
       Let me swirl, let me sway,
             I want to whirl my cares away.

Stand by...
           Let...

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Your Spirit Lives


Oh, Notre Dame, sad days have come-
   that beast of fire's swift momentum,
brought down your sacred decorum-
   but not your heart of Christendom.

Fire does not care- treasure or not,
   its blaze destroys- no why or what.
Though you...

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Notre Dame...Notre Dame...
your eight hundred years of wisdom’s gone;
eight hundred years of beauty strong;
architectural sage, Notre Dame.

Notre Dame your life has seen
so many broken centuries and
oh, the stories your stones could tell,
told by the ringing of your bells.

Will they rebuild you once again?
Will your façade...

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Our Lady of Paris
With your ribbed vaults
Flying buttress
And rose colored windows
The Huguenots
The Republicans
Couldn't destroy you
Victor and Quasimodo
Loved you
Napoleon restored you
Fire couldn't destroy you
Your spire fell
But your spirit
Your cross
Still shines

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Dame van Dyke now reclines and relaxes,
while her lady-in-waiting re-waxes
      bristled shadowy skin
      of her chinny-chin-chin...
the vexation of vain battle-axes....

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THERE IS NOTHING LIKE A DAME –
and there is no dame like a building society or a bank!

There may be nothing like me, but I assure you
the world would have gone to hell but for organised sex -
if boys and girls were left to nature’s...

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Dame Judy Dench
Loves to fish for Tench
When she fixes her motor
She uses a wrench
If she’s feeling tired she sits down on a bench,
DJD is polylingual;
Her favourite language is French,
When she has a pooh in the morning
It causes a stench
DJD is a strong woman,
When Germans talk...

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With a rhythmic spell,
Quasimodo sounds his bell
In his tortured hell,
Esmeralda hears him yell
From his hunchback prison cell....

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Hail Mary full of Grace, 
In castles, painted stone.
The chairs too small for children now,
The Lord is (somehow) with thee.
Though the faces scorn and mock me.
The angels died with heaven.
Blessed are thou among women 
Who look on silently,
Staring into me,
and blessed is the fruit of...

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The time has come to inform my boy
    and pass along the flame.
The secret of a mystery solved 
    on how to get a dame.
'Your looks are key as they set the tone 
    if you...

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Can only smoke remain visible to thee?
I arraign the distance carved out in gashes.
Proximity charred me to ashes,
Left me to burn, yet never felt the flame.
One glare from the dazzling dame,
To burn one's own nest, how absurd!
Blazed my heart, that sunbird....

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Constantly stalking
the harpy again returns
ugly, shrill and vile...

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ARE YE GOING TO MARRY THAT WITCH OF A DAME - Counterfeiting the CANTICLE by T. Wignesan

(With self-lacerating apologies and scathing penance to that great troubador medieval English poet who longed for his lovely lass during expunging pilgrimages to Scarborough Fair. T. Wignesan)

Are ye going...

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The people gaze in disbelief
As flames engulf the screaming spire.
Raised eyes, transfixed, are full of grief
To witness this ferocious fire.

The very heart of Paris groans
As acrid smoke erupts with ease
And atheists reduced to tears
Console those driven to their knees.

And as the spire comes crashing down
The...

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