Best Scoundrel Poems

My early twenties found me oft' a cad -
          A scoundrel, nonchalant and fancy-free,
                    So casual of...

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I'm a scoundrel, thru-and-thru
      please don't fall, whate'er you do
         no libel mine, should pain ensue
   withdraw your heart
should passion start
      what I want's not...

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The dirty old man that I have become
Likes them pretty and likes them young
Once they get a look at my wallet size
Their need for handsome they compromise

I just can’t seem to get enough
They deliver my Viagra in a truck
The hot tub is full of naked...

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By Elton Camp

Always true, it surely ain’t 
One who dies was a saint

Everyone loved him so
Friends want all to know

A smile always on his face
A fellow whom all embrace

He never did a single wrong 
Or so goes the familiar song

Though we see him no more
He...

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You're so interesting I could listen to you forever...
I feel so very lucky you are truly my treasure!

I wasn't looking, she walked into my line of vision.
Being here with you dear, is truly my best decision.

Those pants fit you perfect, you couldn't possibly look better!
Yes...

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Appetites belie intelligence
Heat the quantum furnace
Furious bellows endure the excitement
Behold...!

Can you not hear the rumble brewing?

Butchers trained
To spin the looms
Tailors primed
To know a good cut when they see one

Everybody washes their hands
We have a guest!

Creator?
How are you this fine evening?

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Denizens imbibe libations
Chase the dreams of...

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The moon rose quick to kiss the east

          And blushed its cheeks in rosy rhyme

               Drew back the starry-curtained feast

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A thousand scoundrel winds may scream,
	And howl the storm-laden night
The Himalayan winds may roar,
        With their fury, with their might

And speak as much or little truth
	As those who think they know
The wise professions of the learned; - 
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so many smiles have pierced my passions
speared by dazzling white
so much dear flesh resolved to warm me
midst those moonlight nights
for ne’er should once I take for granted
dreams that madness might …
but I have been a scoundrel
and I broke a heart … or two

with aims quite...

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He rode into town on a big white horse
Showing he was serious of course
We were amazed and amused

Many maidens gave a deep sigh
And married women thought I know not why
We smiled among ourselves

Is he a prince, a rogue or a king?
We knew it was something...

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Yes, my good friend, I am a pirate, a rogue, a lone wolf
Irritated, I howl, snarl, and I yell.
Fortunately very few know this about me
To you I am sincere, unassuming, and sweet
Oh, yes, a darling one
Until I feel duped, double-crossed, or hurt
That is when the...

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He is a scoundrel, a mutt, a con-man, a sleaze.
Keep talking I think.
I love bad boys!

He’ll hurt you, he will not fit in, he is the worst.
I could find something off the street better than that for you.
Sure, you know me better than I know...

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“I weep at his words and you scowl.”
“what could be so troublesome my dear
that reading such, you’d shed a tear?”

“He writes of love quite flowery
sly hints about my dowry.

“Of a love he lost in the distant gloom.”
“of love notes tinged with another's perfume.”
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Grandpa Francesco Proia,
from Caserta, Italia,
a clever stowaway 
in the bowels of the ship
bringing him to Ellis Island,
Feb. 4, 1905.
Gruff ways,
often snarling a guttural “Huh,”
a lack of English,
never-ending hand gestures,
made me fearful of him.
But awestruck I was
with the romantic notion
of his stowing away.
Bootlegging homemade vino
during Prohibition...

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This is the story of poor old Jimmy Carew,
He worked for the brewery and drank special brew.
Jimmy drove the horse and trap with a twinkle in his eye
Loaded with beer – its destination: ‘The Golden Butterfly’.
	
Poor old Jimmy, his life was rather rough
Poor old Jimmy,...

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