Long Madams Poems

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...

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 SEA WANTS ME

Waves are here for the winners
spirals floating in turquoise 
dance ululating undulating 
blue bright sight
a point with paddle board
to soar sanguine Seas
I know not whether I’m 
merman or beach sand speck
two meters...

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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,...

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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,...

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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...

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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,...

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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,...

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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...

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Confronted by a towering wall
spanning miles above me..
..I..

Get a grip! says one of my men.
it shan't be long now-
attach the hooks and wires,
and climb-!

As I stumble towards the wall
something arches fourth
from my stomach
some kind of...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night'
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...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night'
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Some children growing up in towns,
    Wear sallow faces, sullen frowns.
    Streetwise urchins, Jack the lads,
    Reminiscent of their dads.
    Guttersnipes roam nine...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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Shoes
By Sy Roth

They could have been left in a heap
Soaring to the rafters
After the trains left the station
And after they had trod the blocks to their fate.

They could have been tossed with disdain
To rest among...

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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...

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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...

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