A lecherous lass from Torbay
puts her assets on full display;
while wearing sheer, skimpy clothes
she gets noticed I suppose.
To her, it may be just foreplay.
I wish to drown in your ocean,
Do you find that odd?
Do you find me odd?
I am the man whose heart you have sold
Tell me, did you get enough coin?
Three pieces of gold?
Take two and buy ye self a coat,
Since your heart is so cold.
I am expendable, that much I know
Hold my head down Dear, it's okay we're all alone
The water's cold this time of the year but enough stalling, it's time to go
One more thing, Dear, please, take your time, make it slow
I will not feel a thing, remember, my heart's been sold.
there was a young lad from Atholl
who claimed he was large and natural
one night it was said
with Flo in bed
she said actually you have a major shortfall
She is, a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell & Roberts
Heather is her name
Of Crimson royal blue
On the cliffs of Mull of Kintyre
In the midst of the sea
She sings a song , a song of a storm a storm , a shanty
Deep on the green cliffs , the Mull of Kintyre
She sings a song , a song of storm , the heavens on fire
Her love burns amongst the ferns the fire within her heart , a passion to protect her loved ones with hope for her brave heart
She flys high up towards the blue skies above the mountains that part,
She is a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell and Roberts
To be a fool is too difficult
You can't always think unwise
It comes to little sense when you think only stupid.
You can't simply reject when a Lass smiles
If a fool, you shun. If wise, you smile.
(May the vice versa – fool may smile at the lovely Lass.)
Then comes a thousand trouble
You were wise when you smiled back
You are now a fool while in love.
Your senses tell you; you are a fool to be in love.
Tells your heart you are fair at heart.
Decide you are a fool or wise?
It takes a lot to be a fool--- a full-fledged fool.
It makes sense to be a fool sometime
That sense makes you a wise person
As it needs much wit to be wise
For both live in dreams.
Fool dreams and dreams to dream
The wise dreams and works to materialize the dream
So that the fool can eat the fruits of his wisdom.
Have you decided to be a fool or wise?
Don't be too wise to be a fool.
I once knew a lass from McKinney
She weren’t fat and she weren’t skinny
Somewhere in between
But naught but a teen
So I left her alone I’m no ninny!
The bright shining visage
As glowing as the glossy morning sun.
Brighter the legs,
Though not fully seen,
That pulls a thousand eye’s apples
The skirt tangles
Above the knee.
Chubby thighs and knees too.
It was a sober chilly foggier morn
And the fainting Beings.
The rest wool flocked
The socks locked ankles
That protrude the blocky shoes
And the unmindful bosoms swing.
The neatened curly locks hang on her temples
Thoughtful, mischievous timid eyes
With conniving looks –
They look and don’t look.
Cognizant of being starred at.
Look at everyone and not at anyone.
Her whitish brown angular countenance
And the big bag of assumed knowledge on her back.
She walks into the school bus GF 8,
Lost herself in thinking of thoughts -both hers and others.
Pulling down the tens of ‘manly’ sights.
And the unmindful women
Both in envy and admiration.
The Skye Boat Song from Starz series, "Outlander", a book series written by,: Diana Gabalden
Find me a lad that will give me his hand
protect me with body and soul
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone
He vows in the Gailic of old
Here is my heart, here is my hand,
Here is my silver band
Love of my heart love of my soul
you're my lass and I am your man
Riddle me this
How is it that one loses their soulmate?
I mean, from across the universe
You unite
Amid all the signs of auspicious coincidence
And then after years of making such union
Familiar, known but ultimately mundane
You just as unexpectedly part.
Is it a cruel mistake
Or the fortuitous unfolding of one’s twisted fate?
Such is life with its volumes and chapters
Full of stories
Each one complicated by myriad tangents
As each character interacts
Their own paths expanding and entangling
In labyrinths
Layer upon layer
A tangled web of blue.
And so we meet in recognition
And then part, to go where on our individual ways?
Some things are just not for us to know,
But what can be known, as time continues
Is that the ties that bind
Are never ever really loosed.
And in this there is solace and continuity
Of souls forever mated and bound
Despite our twisted fates
Until next our labyrinthine ways connect.
Life goes on, after all, forever and forever
Within us and without us.
(11/2/24)
There once was a lass who waddled.
She liked running, but she dawdled.
With one terrible roar,
She fell hard to the floor.
Pat gave up eating Mac Donalds!
11/1/2024 Poem 4
The immortal heart of blackness stained
With scarlet blood, the mortals bane
Wicked teeth of ivory sharp as steel
Mouth hungry for an innocent meal
The strength of Demons bound in his arms
A young lassie lost to his charms
Face raised to heaven, neck facing hell
His bite ecstasy and pain as well
Then a flashing spark, an angry cry
He jerks away as skin is fried
Beguiling lips not with lust aflame
But on fire just the same
For by her father when she was born
Blessed and given into God's arms
Trusted to his care in faithfulness
God bestowed this power to the lass
Her blood will burn if stolen from her veins
And so we turn to look again
We see the unholy leech on fire
No longer eternal but ash entire
After life's storms, what should I do?
Celebrate, perhaps pontificate?
Perhaps know there is good work
For others in this world I am able to do!
Stop, oh ,stop blaming politicians!
Ask, what you can do to effect conditions!
For no matter how misguided others are
Remember that you are a shining star.
It all began in a,land called America, that began with one colony.
We do not have to worry be a slave to any color.. nor creed
Best to stay out of public schools,,,,time to homeschool,
And teach the Constitution.based on Gosd’s rules.
Regardless, I still remain an American lass,
With good health care, no illness, no vaccines,I pass!
Many want this government to take our freedoms away?
And I will march, shouting, It is a most glorious day!
Jacque was a high-spirited lass with a smile as wide as my room
You should ask her out everyone told Phil, a potential groom.
Phil had less energy than a gnat that was dying.
He could not imagine being around this lass even when trying.
I don’t think she’s for me he told the matchmaking folk.
He did not even add tomato or cheese to his fried-up egg yolk.
He could not imagine being in a room with a high-spirited lass like that.
Which is why he lived his entire seventy-six years in a bachelor’s flat.
Sue was just a farmer's lass
At whom I made an awkward pass ~
She said, Let's have some fun
I'll let you see my bun ~
Too bad dad had a long shot-gun
Chilled by the air that clasps my feet
with a needed rub…rubious tingles.
The door ajar with Autumnal treat.
Swept away, the humidity and its heat.
A little cold air and steaming drink,
The coffee, brave and daring.
It cools off quicker, on the brink.
From this seasonal invite, I will not shrink.
Just a small window in the hourglass,
Before the roar of arctic temperatures.
Exaggeration at best - it will kick the brass,
Inform me to quilt or sweater this lass.
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