Clad Poems - Poems about Clad

I don't have a problem with scantily clad ladies They all have a right to expose their parts Especially if those parts are firm and voluptuous Who am I to complain The Caribbean is overflowing with these latin beauties Had to look away... my old heart was a-pumping A mile a minute and my eyes started bugging out “Dangerous”, they say... “watch...

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With His arms wide open and His head bowed low He prayed to His Father, without making a show Two thieves at His side, one repented one not Savior of this world, gave it all He got They placed Him in a tomb and rolled up the stone all that was left of Him was flesh...

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He's fallen again my dear old dad But he's still hanging in there kinda sad Thinks he strong Turns out wrong Happy to say Pops again was fully clad ...

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Whirling flakes of fantasy softly tango, cheek to cheek, or modestly waltzing strangers. Blizzard whiteout buffaloes moon and starlight, cloaking the lovers. Frozen fountain, brazenly fetching, catching coins of ice, those stupefied flattened pennies. Queen of snow and fairies do bluster shavings. Breathless the statue. Snowmen slurry tottering, wayward listing. Melting, baring, chattering cherub crystals. Water flowing merrily whistles...

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Sadly, as before we support the Terrorist State not the oppressed not the child on roller skates we support the Zionist hate snipers shooting freedom daily every fatality a testament to the crime ...

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Cities are wizards clad in robes of cement and thought, Constan?a, ancient priestess, wears veils woven from the whirl of time. Timi?oara, enchanting and magical, sways to rhythms of foam and salt, Whispers fairy tales to the moon’s ear, on lanes sparkling with secrets. Bucharest, young sorcerer, with raven feathers hidden under a cloak of mist, Plays on stone streets...

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LIMERICKS NOT WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST Men will slobber and drool when at the beach Cuz bikinied women are out of reach So eat your hearts out, men For those girls you will yen Fine women would consider you a leech Men are enticed by girls with flat tummies Though theirs are obese from eating yummies They can keep dreaming With beady eyes gleaming Some...

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This waning season renouncing its joys clad in ...

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White robe covered the earth, all were dressed up in white Protected by God's mercy, they seemed happy like a bride in the wedding day Calm, bliss and serenity filled the air, there was mersmerising peace around As men worked with shovels in hand, nature heaved a sigh of relief. Clothed in warm blanket of white, nature thanked God for much needed respite....

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Bound as one apart together Enless circles Clad in gold. Shadows dance Until the dawn Yet dreams are silent Never told. Fleshs fuse embers burn deep inside souls in turn yearn to reach out never heard. Crying deep Too deep to see the tearing tears Inside of me. Falling swirling Golden chips. Coppers bared yet remains unseen....

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Long long ago in the days of yore Lived a gorgeous filly, made young studs roar Was scantily clad Delighting each lad Also makes this old duffer writhe on the floor...

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The cowl or other churchly attire The priest’s habit soiled with desire The fanciest should Lucifer hire His noxious nature will not expire...

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Ships Which Were Iron Clad Could find ships which were iron clad; That we did discover part of a new fad; For protection, Section by section; Assigned to after I became young lad. Jim Horn...

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Don't have a problem with scantily clad ladies They all have a right to expose their parts Especially if those parts are firm and voluptuous Who am I to complain The Caribbean is overflowing with these Latin beauties Had to look away... my old heart was a-pumping A mile a minute and my eyes started bugging out “Dangerous”, they say... “watch your...

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SCANTILY-CLAD in the GARDEN of S W EDEN Here I stand, all alone, scantily-clad in the garden of S W EDEN. Wondering if the Original Garden still remains untilled and uneven. Wondering how that Serpent knew of the Fruit - and what would happen. Wondering whether that wily Serpent was simply getting even... for something which happened on another Earth,...

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