Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

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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Arthur Vaso July 27, 2014 at 9:30 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!

Arthur Vaso July 27, 2014 at 9:08 PM This is classic, loved it from start to finish, A7 Robert!! Robert Lindley July 27, 2014 at 9:26 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....

Andrea Dietrich July 27, 2014 at 6:09 PM gosh, this one is highly unusual for you , but it is very entertaining. What made you think of this one?? Robert Lindley July 27, 2014 at 9:21 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...

Andrea Dietrich July 27, 2014 at 6:07 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. Robert Lindley July 27, 2014 at 9:15 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.

Gry Christensen July 27, 2014 at 5:33 PM probably................not robably.........sorry!

Gry Christensen July 27, 2014 at 5:32 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. Robert Lindley July 27, 2014 at 9:13 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!!! Robert Lindley July 27, 2014 at 9:10 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..

Tim Smith July 27, 2014 at 4:19 PM Outstanding my friend...I love that you took the role of the scoundrel rather than the prince....cheers Robert Lindley July 27, 2014 at 9:11 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..