Louche Poems - Poems about Louche

...He threaded a hand through her long blonde hair She shifted from one foot to stand entranced Their eyes locked together, a constant stare Grey/green eyes, his sensuous lips enticed Everyt......Read the rest...

...I sense a feel of panic in the air As if the Ark is not quite waterproof I wonder if we’d welcome Tony Blair To the poor this life was rarely fair But now it seems unreal, is it a spoof? I sen......Read the rest...

...Whit wet Vetted Splendour... Pervaded mounded jeweled ground gunmetal sky incessantly pelted and did pound asper staccato round arhythmic, emphatic, melodic sound to this clown, who felt h......Read the rest...

...Resolution To...Too... Tooth... Thou.. (house sand zero, and own nine) Wine hot ja... jes... justa bead devout boo... boos...booze hound 'n frog git (hic cup) bout... new yea ears rez: hill lo......Read the rest...

...Something is going wrong With me or others But for sure…..effects are on me You also have to jump obstacles And have to learn lessons But gradually know I am only a minx Still life is taking m......Read the rest...

...Sometimes life is unfair We are stuck with what happens to us Our heart and mind captures our worst and best moments and all this they call memory Why the hell it was created is beyond me but how it ......Read the rest...

...HERO WITH NO MEDAL Could be you or me fallen out of the net. Just an old guy, down and out - Park bench newspaper-blanket : Drop a coin in his cup as I walk about. Never was any great hero - ......Read the rest...

...HERO WITHOUT MEDAL Could be you or me Just an old guy, down and out Park bench newspaper blanket Drop a coin in his cup as I pass. Never was any great hero Lawyer,actor, statesman, preacher, cha......Read the rest...

...Murderer. You killed not only pigs, but also reason; you killed not only others, but also yourself. You started like the others; just as accustomed to society, and just as severed from it. ......Read the rest...

...As the essenes of Eden play lovely quartets, a brief interlude o' mine. Oh. . . boisterous meadows of entrancing enthralls so fine. As angels hearken the harmonies of our precious St. U......Read the rest...