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The Harlot and the Fool

The Harlot and The Fool She a sultry vixen bought love with her cries I ,the scoundrel , ate her up with my eyes Sexy curves just so right on a body so lean world called her princess, I called her Jean! Nights of tossing gold dust upon her bedroom door she weeping so so profusely begging for more Never outright selling her hot steamy pleasure men eagerly offering their lives and treasure! Blue ribbons adorning her hair of woven gold market mastering as her secret wares were sold Customers lined castles just to see her glow offering gold and gems to see her sexy show! She a queen that ruled in the realm of desires wrapped in gold and silk stoked the many fires Dreams offered in sexy body and sweet low moans her victims ,lost in fantasy and sexual groans A prince appeared to whisk the goddess away I, the scoundrel , could not make her stay Her parting words, bitter arrows cutting my pride good night sucker, bring more gold, get another ride! Robert J. Lindley 07-27-2014

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Date: 7/27/2014 9:30:00 PM
You do the same Robert, you are an inspiration, and this poem shows you have many styles! Not to mention a great sense of humor!
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Date: 7/27/2014 9:08:00 PM
This is classic, loved it from start to finish, A7 Robert!!
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/27/2014 9:26:00 PM
Thank you very much my friend.. Always nice to read my writes give some bit of pleasure to a reader. When it is to a fellow poet the kind comment just inspires me to write all the more my friend! Again , thanks for your support my friend and the 7 rating too... I am humbled....
Date: 7/27/2014 6:09:00 PM
gosh, this one is highly unusual for you , but it is very entertaining. What made you think of this one??
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/27/2014 9:21:00 PM
OK, now have to admit this since you asked. It is a rewrite of one of the 600+ poems my ex-wife burned decades ago. I think I got it very close to the original. My memory is not what it once was sadly. You are a fine poet and a fine detective too. My Dad always used to say, "Son, if you want to know, you gotta' ask!" lol I agree wholeheartedly , nothing wrong with asking. Thanks...
Date: 7/27/2014 6:07:00 PM
that was good of you to help the poor kid that was beat up in his own home. It's deplorable that so many youth are facing this today in their homes. Let me read this one now.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/27/2014 9:15:00 PM
Thank you my friend. I wanted to deliver a good attitude adjustment to his dad but he made me promise not to do so. I understood, he still loved his dad.
Date: 7/27/2014 5:33:00 PM
probably................not robably.........sorry!
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Date: 7/27/2014 5:32:00 PM
Hello Robert, this is robably the most "hot" piece I've read and will read today. :) You rhyme well, and it's a good flow in your stanzas. I too like that you see yourself as the scoundrel and not the prince, makes it more interesting and original.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/27/2014 9:13:00 PM
I am currently working hard to improve that smooth flow I so admire in other poets. Some great poets here have it down pat and it awes me ! Thank you my good friend. I await many more future gems from your pen!!!
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/27/2014 9:10:00 PM
Thanks amigo. I was a wild and crazy youth once , a bit of a scoundrel with the ladies during my bad decade. So honestly is medicine for the ailing soul. The more honest a poet is in his/her writes the greater the poetry! That is a certified fact IMHO..
Date: 7/27/2014 4:19:00 PM
Outstanding my friend...I love that you took the role of the scoundrel rather than the prince....cheers
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Date: 7/27/2014 9:11:00 PM
Thanks amigo. I was a wild and crazy youth once , a bit of a scoundrel with the ladies during my bad decade. So honestly is medicine for the ailing soul. The more honest a poet is in his/her writes the greater the poetry! That is a certified fact IMHO..

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