Best Roma Poems

She's a pack-up and lander,
Like the geese and the gander,
She's a Roma,
On her own-a,
In a two wheeled house,
Involved with no weak willed spouse,
O honey! I've no money but I would be your mouse!
Snow White, fibre glass, heavenly abode,
Look real close, I'm a frog not a...

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Stop tickling me!
Beloved, you make with howl with
laughter.
Oh, may we be forever just so in the 
coming hereafter!

You make my head wild…..as your
kiss on my hot neck spins.
Both my mind and soul just became twins!

Let us stop being crazy in this amorous, hot 
sprinkled ...

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The patient’s condition I do not care
Any medical condition does not scare
I will only do what I see fit
I will tell you when and where to sit

In this clinic I am always the boss
What you think I give not a toss
Although you might be very...

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She was standing next to Fountain Roma
where the river-god Ganges sits displayed
To me she was Spanish word “ paloma”.

Now on god Ganges her camera played
and I saw her smile at fountain statue
where the river-god Ganges sits displayed.

Alone, she needed companion with her
to suggest camera’s right...

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Sneaking downstairs in the witching hours
I find my first lover
Before school, I rarely get much sleep

A Francophile who could keep me up for days
Staying in her arms or on her lap before dawn
sometimes with a rat, Rad D Louise, licking me

The conversations and the illustrations
were...

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Her city steps carved of marble
Many valiant tounges have spoken on her behalf
   Her riches make her stand out
Capital to many, gold

The cementery; bed to those whom only claim bravery
   Roman emperors stand frozen in time
Statues guarding her fundamentals

All to her...

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The Roma

I can’t stop thinking of the Roma people
There are many of them in Algarve,
Horse and cart to the annoyance of car drivers.
Horse manure their only pollution.

When a bank goes belly up, you can’t sue them
For misusing your deposit.

When all aeroplanes have stopped flying and
Cars...

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Spanish Violinist, living as Belgian,
Using the Italian for his collective nightmare:
The Ignored, Disposable Humans who make music
Even after the Nazis, "I Silenti"...

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