Scoundrel Poems - Poems about Scoundrel

i’m a scoundrel

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 within
         but

scoundrel -

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 chivalrous and kindly
pride worn on my sleeve
I stumbled through the

Scented Scoundrel

“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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Jimmy Carew

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, got his girlfriend up the duff.
Her dad weren’t too thrilled,

Un Farabutto

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 – another
plus as he captured my imagination as
un farabutto –

He Is a Scoundrel a Mutt

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 myself.

He has a horrible reputation.
He will break your heart; he

Scoundrel Moon - Cl

The moon rose quick to kiss the east

          And blushed its cheeks in rosy rhyme

               Drew back the starry-curtained feast

     And made the reach his bloody crime



O clean

He Was a Scoundrel

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 to later be seen.
We talked about him for days and

Loving a Scoundrel

He’s no one’s favorite
She cannot leave him alone
Loving who she loves

I Am a Scoundrel

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 real me comes out with guns blazing, blades swinging
Lasers shoot

Sorry Scoundrel

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

I'm a scoundrel -

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 within
         but

Sweet Scoundrel Lies

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 of course my dear, they look fantastic with that sweater

Oh

The Last Refuge of a Scoundrel

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 spirits
Curious followers beckon the light
Beware...!

Can you not see the trouble

A Thousand Scoundrel Winds May Scream

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; - 
        A gale wind,

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