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Mademoiselle

A cloudy summer evening 
Love stories just beginning
Feigning infatuations
Heart inflammations
Words stuck in throats 
Love letters on paper boats 
Reasonable not to fall 
Yearning eyes tell-all 
Touch beyond doubt a crime 
Thoughts of beloved sublime 
A clandestine tryst 
Too hard to resist 
Greeted by roses in a secret garden
Heavy downpours smudging 
Mascaras pardoned 
Vows to go

Categories: mademoiselle, love,
Form: Free verse

Mademoiselle Papillon

Flittering along with gossamer wings
She espied the lemony yellow rose
Alighting gently, her place to repose
Quietly, her thoughts vague whispery things

She’d flown from up north where the cold wind stings
Now basking in the sun’s glows
Plants and shrubs in haphazardly strewn rows
Resting, listening to natural things

Searching miles for her nurturing milkweed
Living to lay eggs, her purpose in

Categories: mademoiselle, butterfly, life, seasons,
Form: Italian Sonnet

Mademoiselle

Like Pip from Great Expectations, in love with Estelle,                                   
As much I loved the stars from sky, and your beautiful eyes:

Categories: mademoiselle, art, beautiful, farewell, girl,
Form: Villanelle

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Stone - Mademoiselle L'Vampyre

STONE - MADEMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE
From out of all the darkest nights we've ever known
her heart as black as all the sins that man has shown
she came in scantly fitted laced atire
abreathing smoke, her body hot as fire,
and on the backstreets, she could make her way alone.

She rode a hackneyed team from out the midnight sky
to Paris

Categories: mademoiselle, abuse, addiction, beautiful, horror,
Form: Iambic Pentameter

Mews of Mademoiselle L'Vampyre

"The Mews of Mademoiselle  L'Vampyre" 
Your lady of the night, if you'd so choose,
counts on the dark within her Left Bank mews
to hide her as she watches from the dark;
she picks the flesh where she will leave her mark
then sinks her teeth to blood her soul can use.

She wonders if forever's ever done
and how

Categories: mademoiselle, beauty, death, desire, horror,
Form: Iambic Pentameter

Mademoiselle

I am lady that is the way I was taught to be. I stand straight my head up high. When I walk into a room my beauty is known to all that pass by. I am soft spoken,  I am direct when I need to be. I am a lady that's who I will

Categories: mademoiselle, women, integrity,
Form: Carpe Diem

The Mews of Mademoiselle L'Vampyre

THE MEWS OF MADEMOISELLE L'Vampyre
Your lady of the night, if you'd so choose,
counts on the dark within her Left Bank mews
to hide her as she watches from the dark;
she picks the flesh where she will leave her mark
then sinks her teeth to blood her soul can use.

She wonders if forever's ever done
and how it feels

Categories: mademoiselle, feelings, paris, woman,
Form: Iambic Pentameter

Mews of Mademoiselle L'Vampyre

THE MEWS OF MADEMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE
Your lady for the night, if you'd so choose,
counts on the night within her Left Bank mews
to hide her as she watches from the dark;
she picks the flesh where she will leave her mark
then sinks her teeth to blood her soul can use.

She wonders if forever's ever done
and how it feels

Categories: mademoiselle, black african american, desire,
Form: Lyric

Limerick: Once a Mum Mademoiselle Rode In a Metro

Limerick: Once a mum Mademoiselle rode in a Metro

           for Heather M.

Once (a) mum Mademoiselle rode in (a) Metro
Felt snug and dozed dreaming of Brando
Lights went out, the train stopped
Coach temperature dropped
She woke up in arms of Eskimo.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

Categories: mademoiselle, humorous, mum,
Form: Limerick

Mademoiselle L'Vampyre

MADEMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE
From out of all the darkest nights we've ever known
her heart as black as all the sins that man has shown
she came in scantly fitted laced atire
abreathing smoke, her body hot as fire,
and on the backstreets, she could make her way alone.

She rode a hackneyed team from out the midnight sky
to Paris in the

Categories: mademoiselle, wifeheart, body, heart,
Form: Imagism

Mademoiselle Mysteree...

Lying there, with another
I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream
I kissed her once, twice for gleam
Only to find, she’s not in my reality!

Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree!
All heavens know that I’m her dreamer
I- who took her for all I saw:
A set of eyes
that sang, sweetly in silken-skies
With luscious-lips,
made for the moon- mild and mellow…
Her sacred breasts-
The curves, in charms for

Categories: mademoiselle, adventure, confusion, lost love,
Form: Free verse