Roma Poems - Poems about Roma

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 moment in Rome. Or perchance, not and let us, never go...

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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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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 are rusting by the roadside, and there are no donkeys To...

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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 not always enough to satisfy me I asked her furiously over...

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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 position. For little dove this help I could confer. All this of...

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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 toad, Look real close, look real close before you decide to...

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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 glory Blood the lowest price she paid for...

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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 ill All those forms you have to fill She can drive your...

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