Short Madame Poems
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Madame Butterfly
hath taught us well
the key to her beauty
Incubate it carefully
Guard it zealously
At the chime
of Father time
if you goof
with mind aloof
slave to fate
plans stalled late
Master will charge
like Madame Defarge.
“They said
You’re dead.”
“I am,
Madame.
You, see,
Gave me
Wrong pill
Refill.
You quack,
I’m back!”
Madame LaBeaux, she had no heart
the center was the darkest part
her heart was, you see,
the size of a pea
now she is just the Devil’s tart
Madame Déficit
Marie Antoinette
Convicted corrupt coquette
"Let them eat cake" she allegedly said
Revolutionaries roared "off with her head!"
That gem looks like a brand new
She is a noble original and big
I am not declaring the fact
Many of us knew about
Madam or madame
Madam delight
What a sight!
. She punishes you,
With her electric fingers,
Defending herself.
Against many odds
It all started with a dream
Changing the hair game
Helping sisters beautify
I am 'the' Madame Walker
That gem looks like a brand new,
Yet, she is a noble original and big
I am not declaring a fact that
Many of us knew about
That madam or madame.
She is madam light.
We all knew that.
Queen madame praying mantis dressed beautifully
after she eats her mates' heads off dutifully.
some have claimed that she acts snootily.
But I really like my queen who gasses out quite tootily.
One night I whispered MADAME D'EDEN, JE SUIS ADAM
Then laughed softly, FOLLE ? SUIS-JE MADAME ? again
The stars laughed above
Dreams drifted with love
And echoes replied FOLLE ? SUIS-JE MADAME ?
dancing Darla was asked to leave the dance hall rare
after she put green and blue highlights in her hair
The madame declared her hair totally obscene
This is how Darla became our meadow’s dancing queen
Taking my dogs on a raft trip to North Missouri,
Solomon, Jasper, Jetsam and baby Madame Curie,
None of us are swimmers, but there is no real worry.
We float along in peace, none of us in any kind of hurry.
Mystic madame had an ethereal ambiance of her own.
We visited her rarely, for she was not often home.
Her house had an eerie quality, a personality of its own.
Apparitions were afoot, even when no human was home.
A sculptor was Jean-Antoine Houdon
large scale art of his one may come upon
His 'Voltaire' commissioned by Madame Denis
altogether his most famous piece*
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/jean-antoine-houdon/voltaire
In her estate in the hills lives prim Madame Chic
Who’s chauffeured way down into town every week
She tells the homeless to wash
Oh, you’ll never be posh!
You should bathe everyday like my poodle Monique!
5/9/23
miss vanessa cardui
painted lady; tainted picture
madame butterfly; miyo
•Miyo "Beautiful child"
written by Lori McClure
Haiku Me Some Nature
Nothing in life is to be feared.
It is only to be understood.
Marie Curie
Everything beyond death is to become loved.
We are only to be ego-identity stood under
as also eco-seated over.
NotNot Madame Curie
Monsieur, said she
demure
Madame, replied he
lovely coiffure
Garcon, said she
table for two
Caviar and wine, said he, for me
Madame, Vos vilst du?
a crabby courtesan does not do well
when her meanness is seen by clientele
the one I knew named angry night crawler Nell
was so grouchy, she was a very hard sell
the Madame found her a new place to dwell
No one knows what happened to nasty old Nell
Sadie looked like a delicate porcelain Madame Alexander doll.
As if she had stepped out of an old-fashioned magazine stall.
Her delicate curls were perfect as if done by Mr. Hairdresser Paul.
We marveled at her fur-lined cape, she was the hit of the ball.
Awake hair
hairstyles...
appropriate clothes
modeled...
Offered mouth,
painted...
hidden mistakes,
Clear Skin...
lively gestures,
rehearsed lines...
So she goes,
clearing paths,
she goes to the market...
Madame or courtesan...
Executive or executor...!?
Last Wednesday afternoon,
When I left my tomb,
There was a letter at the door-
Pentagram stamped,
Madame Rapoza's scrawl:
"When we last met,
Your heart was in the woods
And my cabin bare,
But how can I tell your fortune,
without you there?"
To be continued...
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The Raven
Blast that raven raps at my chamber door,
Tags truth betold of my lovely Lenore,
Madame, for that she is naught,
Soft Missy girl, I be got,
Caws my pedophile claws forevermore.
2020 March 15
Howmanysyllables;
10,10,7,7,10.
~Weighty Problems~
A sweet lady, made a sexy faux
pas,
Sitting at a seaside resort bar!
Alas, being a tad fat,
She eyed a professor with a cravat.
"Madame, you would not even fit in my flat!"
Embarrassesd, she ran and fell on her
large prat.
Panagiota Romios
5/4/2019
7:30pm PST