Short Dame Poems
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the syrupy smile of
the chimeras and griffins
remove the flesh from our bones
roam the walls of Notre Dame
With a rhythmic spell,
Quasimodo sounds his bell
In his tortured hell,
Esmeralda hears him yell
From his hunchback prison cell.
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the forces sweetheart
a shining light in the dark ~
we will meet again
Written 18th June 2020
Here is where I really do want to begin;
Spirit and memories will remain within;
Great goal;
Bells toll;
History will have to start over again.
There was a strange dame in Vancouver
who insisted on being a hoover.
She sucked in much dust
till her health went bust
and the council had to remove her.
Dame van Dyke now reclines and relaxes,
while her lady-in-waiting re-waxes
bristled shadowy skin
of her chinny-chin-chin...
the vexation of vain battle-axes.
Someone had called him the Dame Tamer.
Rugged good looks made him no shamer.
Alone, he wore a pink rose
and a gold ring through his nose.
His close friends knew him as a flamer.
Out on a calm day, wind would gust she didn’t know
She was in distress when it swirled up her kimono.
December 2, 2021
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She stood on the ironing board frame
Where waves of clothes she’d tame
She surfed on thoughts high
Inside the barrel green room a dame
Landing on the blue waves she did fly!
14.7.22
A LImerick Poem
A haughty dame from far Brisbane, Looked on others with sheer disdain,
She spoke in a huff,
Her manner was rough,
She was put in an asylum for the insane.
There once was a mermaid called Jane
Who swam all the way to Spain.
Where she met a senor,
Head over heels in adore
From mermaid, she turned into a dame.
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when with much anguish
you will find what you do wish
in liter languish
head had hit the roof
up Trump always sure to goof
need burden of proof
Trump would play a game
why me would anyone blame
disturbed by a dame
wandering quaint streets
long ago with my small group,
we view Notre Dame
graceful Parisian essence . . .
fire can’t devour memories
May 11, 2019
Poetry Contest: Notre Dame In The News
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Can only smoke remain visible to thee?
I arraign the distance carved out in gashes.
Proximity charred me to ashes,
Left me to burn, yet never felt the flame.
One glare from the dazzling dame,
To burn one's own nest, how absurd!
Blazed my heart, that sunbird.
Nortre Dame Cathedral,
ancient and regal
devoured by smoke and flame
history lost, stones crumble
who is to blame?
water and flame fight
deep into the April night
Parisians in the streets
watch the lady's defeat
mournful songs fill the smokey air
in the morning, hearts in mourning
will the Grand Dame of Paris still be there?
A crying shame
To fetch oneself a crying name
From regularized dirty game
Choosing to not be The Tame,
Forgetting where from we came
Good and Evil treating as same;
The soul damning for fame
And oneself ceaselessly blame
The Once – Pretty, Shriveled Dame
Having chosen to be the Spiritual Lame
To paradise laying not a claim.
Grieving Notre Dame
Lamenting for lost culture
History in tears!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 April 2019
* Notre Dame ( Our Lady) took 107 years to build between the 12th and 13th century and for 850 years stood as the guardian of Paris, alas , it took only 30 minutes to be turned into ashes by a vicious fire!
Our Lady of Paris
With your ribbed vaults
Flying buttress
And rose colored windows
The Huguenots
The Republicans
Couldn't destroy you
Victor and Quasimodo
Loved you
Napoleon restored you
Fire couldn't destroy you
Your spire fell
But your spirit
Your cross
Still shines
NOTRE DAME IN THE NEWS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
5/16/19
The skies of Paris were lit up
in 1940, when the Luftwaffe
rained down armament...
Burned again in student riots
in 1968, with the protests
against parliament
Then again an apartment block
In 2019, Feb, arson after a
neighbours' argument
And now the skies light up once more
In 2019, now Our Lady's flames
on the firmament
(c) The Didds 2019
Life of a hamlet dame is,
Akin to a caged warbler...
As it's wings are clipped
So,is the dame's pin...
Confabulating with a lad
Is a sin...
As the warbler sings for freedom
Through the bars of the rages...
So,the dame dreams of freedom
Through the bars of the cases...
As the caged warbler is ignorant,
About the joy of freedom
So,is the hamlet dame...
Expectations arise from all margins
To be an enhanced consort, mother or operative
My contents oppressed, condensed to insignificant
How can I give God what I lack?
Cultivate my lord this dame in me
I can’t say exactly what it is
That keeps me sane in this world
I constantly fall for the same ploy
And expect to receive deferent outcomes
Liberate my lord this dame in me
En route avec le Seigneur on l'a suit
Aucun regret
Parmis la forêt
Mes pionniers
Vous avez bien trouvés
Lesson d'amour
Au secours
Apprendre à partagé
Vous avez bien semés
Dieu retrouve en moi
Choix de sa foix
Au temps du respect
Une jeunesse imparfaite
Mon Dieu je te demande pardon
Merci de vos leçons
Plus de souffrance
Viens on danse
Tu te rapproche
Au fait des roches
Du village petit
L'épiphanie
Long ago at Notre Dame
In the concert sang I
And afterward something new
The first time I met fans
Walking out of the hall
Many people saw I
And for reasons I don’t understand
They all wanted me
To tell me how
They all like the show
Loved the songs I'd sung
They all wanted me to touch
I didn't know what to do
Years have passed from that day
As still indeed I say
I do not know what to do
When ever I meet a fan
Fly butterflies red and blue,
Being dazed by a rainbow
That dawns on her fairy face,
Well adorned with golden hue.
This dame must dawn a festive
Moment: a lovely wedding,
Yet the sad tale her eyes tell
Crumbles my idyllic dream.
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Syllabic count: 7 syllables in each line
*A 3rd Place*in the following contest (judged on Oct. 25, 2020)
Oct. 19, 2020
Impressions Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: nette onclaud
Yeah I signed on to the Me Too campaign.
Gender abused? Add my name!
So many of my girlfriends posting the same;
Playing the whose been raped or molested game.
Not usually political and such an old refrain,
But if you think we've got equity you'd better think again!
Not just another dame jumping on this train,
Nearly every woman I know, with nothing to gain
Has to this sad list of affairs added her name.
Could there be safety in numbers calling shame?