Madam, the sky is gray, the sky is mauve,
And with one wild glance
You pull me into you like a fierce animal.
Madam, the more I look at you, the more I turn into a wolf.
Nothing can separate us now,
Nothing can touch us anymore.
You, me, and the world around us —
Nothing can stop what we are.
Madam, with your brown face and your gentle face,
Madam the sky already knows,
Madam who looks like drifting clouds,
Madam with eyes of perfect, spotless blue.
Madam, you make me dream.
I have cried, I have laughed too,
But in front of you, I lose my mind.
You who are not me,
Me who am not you,
You and I become “you,”
A “you” that kills my young foolish life.
Madam, I have cried,
Madam, I have laughed too,
But today I gathered
The love I had planted in you.
Yes, Madam, nothing is more beautiful,
Nothing is softer than knowing you are loved.
Nothing will ever separate us again,
Except the love that made us love.
Joël Charvillat
Poor Dan is in a droop... it wouldn't stand up.
Took a few colored photographs closeup.
Mad? Am I madam.
No, I'm Don Adam.
Holding up with Viagra, it erupts.
Was it a car or a cat I saw
that jumped the curb in contempt of law?
Mad? Am I madam!
Bare is macadam-
No signs of auto tire or cat paw!
Adam and 'EVE MADAM' felt no boredom
with 'PETS' cat and 'DOG': 'GOD' asked" 'STEP' random."
EVE WAS prompt and SAW apple
Adam mistook as maple.
NOW eating apple both had WON wisdom.
“Mad? Am I madam?” asked my house nanny
with protruding front teeth like Bugs Bunny,
I said, “I didn’t mean that…
Please check your sir what he got,
Was it a car or a cat I saw,Nee?”
The world sticks her head up
forgets to speak,
and in that hush,
I find myself judging her
constantlyTo confuse her
No engines humming their endless hunger,
no voices carving the air with need—
only the slow heartbeat of evening,
the small music of leaves
turning secrets into whispers.
Peace is not an answer;
it is the question falling asleep
before it reaches the tongue.
I sit inside the quiet
until it begins to glow,
until even my thoughts
walk barefoot,
careful not to wake the house
If clothes make the man,
a fig leaf did not do a lot for Adam,
who, in a state of undress,
had no choice of madam.
With no one else to impress,
take it or leave it,
if you can believe,
there was only one
and she was Eve.
If he was, 'first come, first served',
also, 'he who laughs last',
he didn't have much to chuckle about,
after he became an Eden outcast.
A woman preferred to be called madam,
Her chin’s level was at highest kingdom;
She bought a precious kayak,
To show she’s ma’am of luck;
At noon, she cried over her first huge scam.
At last, this woman changed her life’s tenet,
“Humble and simple mom!’ in her mindset;
She preferred to be called sis,
Wow! All owed her a big kiss;
Then dressed like sister, a nun with hair net.
I heard the special child uttered his wow
Midst yehey and yay gestures can allow
Shouting love for Mom with zest
Who does give dead level best…
By her caring deed --- morning, noon or now.
Dad can attest that such is true indeed
Since Mom is civic Ma’am with teaching creed
Having strict tenet, yet sweet
Fixing bib as son does eat…
She’s our madam God blest, meeting home need.
With a passion that exudes
Madam Fanny is no prude
She's oodles of cash
A Blue tube news flash
"Fanny goes lewd when denude"
Madam Fanny's new costume
Is nothing more than perfume
In all honesty
That's not modesty
Though they loved her in Khartoum
Gandi gashti run,
Gutter de pedawar,
Lun chupan wali Machine,
Kutti kamini kanjri orat..
Note.zafar teri kuss maaray.
Madam.Way palu oray A.
Palu.Nahi anda kuri yawa.
Madam.Ami kithay way.
Palu.Teri kus day vich ay.
Madam.Abu kithay way.
Palu.Teri bund vich ay.
Madam.Wya karwa lay.
Palu.Apni kuri paish kar.
Note.(kutti kamini kanjri).
Rondi plat vechan nu(222)
When a woman will, she won’t,
And when she won’t, she will.
She’ll make you sit and wait
As though your time were hers to kill.
And if you get impatient,
You’ll be waiting for her still.
Then, if she does, she’ll change her mind
And nag you till you’re ill.
When a woman will, she won’t,
And when she won’t, she will.
Unless, of course, she likes the dress.
And then you’ll foot the bill.
Dear Madam President by Jennifer Palmieri
Will always have to make a sufficient sacrifice,
We know that will be adequate and also suffice;
Mind prepare;
For must care;
Not only that surely will encourage and entice.
Even though we may waiver and are hesitating,
There for me strengths and abilities are waiting,
For me to use,
And not abuse;
As soon as I start using them will be celebrating.
Here is my summary of the book about Hillary
Clinton in poetry form.
Jim Horn
Anna Bananna was a madam
Never odd or even
She performed her civic duty
By maintaining stats
On the subtlety of sexes
She used a radar for precision
Using codes when she’d refer
To everything from solos to curiosities
Ensuring to pull up her level
Maintaining her top spot
As proud reviver of the arts
Driving her hot pink racecar
Aha! There she goes Anna Bananna
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest PALINDROMES II sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
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