Best Madams Poems

Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the cold.
Black or white, no compromise,
no colours clothe the empty streets,
as Bobbies tread their lonely beats,
the watchmen rub their crusted eyes
and...

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Nightscapes

...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night' 
       by T.S. Eliot


Late night summons
madmen, madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the cold.
Black or white, no compromise,
no...

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"Tour of Duty"

go forth and conquer
go forth and multiply
we are taught like 
good little madams, 
it’s fed to us right
(not left) from the get go 
down our throats, 
it’s ingrained 
in the majority of us,
then, rank and file,
off we go, deligently 
we march towards
that evocative...

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I started off in primary school.
Big needles and bits of wool.
Clickedy clack, I learned fast.
Woolly socks made to last.

Long nights as a trainee nurse,
spent knitting, gave me a thirst
for colour and unusual design.
Jumpers for that boyfriend of mine.

Soon I was really hooked.
Intricate patterns from a...

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Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.


Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut...

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THE CHAMELEONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Give credit to the chameleons, they blend right in 
A simple maneuver, changes the color of their skin
No matter the surroundings, one thing is clear
You may not see him, despite him being quite near
Nature blessed him, with a way to camouflage
If you...

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BAZAAR

Can you call it a bazaar
Where only one vendor
Her face strained
'Looks' pale, apprehensive
As if caught in a snakes' chamber
Yet searching for a potential customer
Desperate to sell products unheard of
Of human species, bizarre more bizarre

The seller in her early thirties
Skinny as an empty nylon bag
Frail as...

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I arrived at gadgados 
today TD our receptionist
is on leave and i have to multitask
between HR and customer care desk

We did lose the keys to the washrooms
turns out the HR forgot and they ended
accompanying her home.. as we are almost
giving up hope of ever finding...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise, 
no colours clothe the empty streets, 
as Bobbies tread their...

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There was a aseason

When love was love
the educated are uneducated
hunger was hung in daylight
when sins were seen in scenes

There was a season

when poverty was prohibited
obscenity totally abhored
the gods are justice par 
excellence
when people peopled with 
purpose abound

There was a season

when earth has no earthlings
Rivers Niger...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise, 
no colours clothe the empty streets, 
as Bobbies tread their...

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In eighteen-eighty two, the town of Tombstone, Arizona found its fame,
Inside its streets and cemetery it began to live up to its name;
The silver mines were making men as rich as they could ever hope to be,
And all the gamblers and the gunmen and the...

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speak. your words. blue birds go SCREECH! as i meet the sirs, and madams, crab jam jelly in my belly for the 
aqua king, cause everything stings fast, it lasts, my future, past, masked by the fact that i laugh when you say, 
danger....

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Aaabhi tho busy hoo bacho

  Time passes in memories 
  Fill colors in flower of my pain
  Forgot the taste of fruits
  She scare to be die if not able to complete my thirst 

  chopping of Onion leaves tear,
...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise, 
no colours clothe the empty streets, 
as Bobbies tread their...

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