Oh Mourning Cloak butterfly, to where and to whom do you fly
Oh Admiral Butterfly, so many mirrors to count before you die
Oh Jezebel Nymph I love the way you sit on a summer's love flower
by a pipturus mulberry tree, where love blooms without cower
Oh silkworms of beauty eating mulberry leaves, thick as thieves
spinning cocoons warm as rain by a mountain of mulberry leaves!
Oh Monarchs, you with your autumnal colored wings of flaming geest
I love the way you flit around the mulberry tree like angels at a feast
Oh Mulberry tree how majestic thou art, standing by the rivers edge
it is here that I stand in beauty like the sun, taking my last pledge.
If you accept me as a friend
I will stand by you till the end
You can count on me
when you end up in a sea
of bubbles
and troubles.
I will make you glad
when you are sad.
I will stay by your side
even when you say goodbye.
We will be thick as thieves
and hide joint tricks up our sleeves.
We will be partners in crimes of passion
and introduce the latest fashion.
I swear
that I will be here and there
for you.
I will stick to you like glue
through thick and thin
and thin and thick.
thick as thieves smiling
no such thing as free money
copper kills robber
We were tight — we were thick as thieves
Only we didn’t quite know it then
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your only kind of friend
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Became unwitting belligerents in our war
In Pikersville —
We were small-time
But we had big ideas and big words
In Pikersville —
Strictly small-time
The chosen steer marked out from the herd
Now, a generation or more is passed
And we’ve reared up our own
To take up the Piker mantle, once again
To walk the casual hallways
In our glorious institutions
And glow like stars in a constellation of friends
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Were drafted as belligerents in our war
Small town — small change — full of big ideas
She runs and withers
Confound it all!
Across she rests
What glaze crosses her eye
How she steals my lips!
The very words behind my throat!
Her envious appearance glances on my shoulder
My logic makes a mockery of me
As thick as thieves my song to she
More decorum post mortem than the living age
A posthumous vision
Beside my tongue
Behind my ears
The orange day lilies have bloomed again
returning each spring like an old friend
They grow so tall and close at night
each morning they open with the sunlight
Thick as thieves growing like weeds
they bring pleasure for all to see
Butterflies and humming birds
sweet the nectar for them it lures
Brightly orange with yellow inside
the smiles they bring cannot be denied
Orange Day Lilies a mother's gift
to this day my heart they lift.
I scrambled on the hill,
avoiding any spill.
The rocks required some skill
to stay upright.
A covering of leaves,
hid brambles, thick as thieves,
and roots, I do believe,
lurked out of sight.
So pick your path with care,
some sturdy shoes to wear,
with lots of sunshine there,
not at first light.
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A Violette, which seems to me a tail-rhyme with specific additional requirements: 6/6/6/4 stanzas with aaab, cccb, dddb rhyme. (You can
continue with more stanzas, all using the 'b' tail). There is a mention of a 'feminine rhyme', but I've not found a good definition for that yet.
I have always stood up for
Myself and my beliefs.
I can be your enemy,
Or we can be thick as thieves.
I speak what is on my mind,
I do things my way.
Rarely am I quiet or shy,
I have things to say.
I will not compromise things
Close to my heart.
I will fess-up, I will
Own my part.
I won't be pushed around,
Or change my mind.
I'm committed and
Loyal to the ties that bind.
I have a lot of energy,
It's hard to douse my flame.
I'm almost sixty,
Still in the game.
I face things head-on,
Won't run and hide.
Face to face,
Our worlds collide.
I always try to
Play nice.
Either way, it comes
With a price.
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My hair was thick for a moment
My heart was thick for a week
My love is thick when you want it
Though afterwards, I can't speak
If you won't come by the bedside,
You can still come to the back door
There's all kinds of fish in a red tide
And a hopeless few still down the shore
Everybody's dealing with sickness
Nobody knows any cure
The worst kind of debt is thickness
Against that, no one's insured
The red meat is thick in the middle
The dark meat is thick like the past
They're now thickening individuals
I guess so they're fit to be gassed
If you find that you're in the thick of it,
Maybe you'll be amazed
The plague don't care if you're sick of it
And God lets you know when He prays
Thick as thieves —
Thin out the herd —
Isn’t it funny
How the line between thick and thin
Is often blurred
You know I’ll be yours through thick and thin
I won’t fly out the door when the money rolls in
I’ll be the singer you always wanted
I’ll be the glamor you never flaunted
We made a trip to town today
And took West Mountain Road.
My friend and I prefer that way
Back there, where time has slowed.
We drove past farms in rolling hills
Where cattle grazed in shade
The creek we crossed wore summer frills
A flowery masquerade
Huge towering trees were thick as thieves
Which hid us from the sun
Still on occasion, through the leaves
He'd tag us on the run
"round hairpin curves, slowed to a crawl
As slow as one would walk
Protected by an old stone wall
Ignored by squirrel and hawk
We reached the summit way too soon
Rewarded by the view
The height and beauty made us swoon
One reason most eschew
It was a roller-coaster ride
We marveled at our luck
A quick descent down the backside
Wind swirling in the truck
We coasted all the way downtown
To shop and grab a snack
Then raced before the sun went down
To take West Mountain Road back.
By Daniel Turner
Yes, I love beer
And beer loves me,
We’re as thick as thieves
As honey is to bees.
I can’t help but wonder
What life would be
Without this golden amber,
Not a world I’d like to see.
Every sip a luscious joy,
Food for body, mind and soul,
It warms in winter, cools when hot,
As water is to ice, as fire adores its coal.
But now they claim it hampered,
My judgement in my youth,
A baseless common slander,
Insulting and uncouth.
A lifetime spent in service,
As a bastion of the law,
A judge regaled with honor,
Not just a man of straw.
So what I had a tipple
And sometimes a few more,
It livened up the party,
With a drink I so adore.
As to these accusations
That somehow I blacked out
I just can’t help but wonder,
How folks could not this doubt.
A father and a husband,
A friend to countless girls,
A man of faith and principle,
Tarnished by innuendo’s swirls.
So let this be a lesson
To all young pups today,
Consider each and every action,
Beware of what posterity may say.
It has become your personal mission
To ensure my admission.
Your insistances are my pet peeves,
We happen to be as thick as thieves.
Certainly not dumb and dumber,
Our summer nights are far from a bummer.
Your presence need not to be grand,
Just like the simple act of taking your hand.
Moments in time
That often felt sublime.
They are frozen in a photograph,
I need not lie, I can take a polygraph.
Known each other since the start of our youth,
Remember when I lost my first tooth.
Although the road may seem to bend,
Always know that you'll be my friend.
Caught in the act —
That’s a boyz-to-men
criminal fact
Court-ordered to lip unlock
No bail ...
bar code held in a cellblock
Cop daddy ‘cuffed embrace:
tough love
kiss given to a rap sheet face
Blue reach long arms of the law
pinching another juvenile adult
Rebel teen stunted conscience peer logo persist,
it violently ink grows thick-as-thieves tight knit
Street badge of honor to wear the striped outfit
Alibi remains intact, cage time bled
Closed mouth
yields full max Big House yard cred
Pinching of a made man,
ruffian alley boys all gritty grown up
Bang bang ...
rubber screech noise
Old men prove they be amoral tough
It has been a while since he called
And I miss him deeply
Long to hear his voice
His casual remarks on how unsociable I am
I miss him dearly
We weren’t thick as thieves
But we did share an easy laugh
Comfortable silent and idle chit chat
I long for the days when business brought us together
Days when he was no more than a stroll away
Days when we chatted, sitting side by side
And I marvelled at the easy way he lives his life freely
I wish he calls more
I wish my wounded ego will heal
From missed called unreturned
And hope that pride won’t stop me from calling him
Never properly learned the etiquette of friendship
As a child, I often wandered and played alone
Teenage years weren’t much different
Now I wonder, why should adulthood be any different?
But still I miss him
Missing the company we once shared
The easy way we chit chat idly
The feeling of knowing I am his friend
I truly miss you
And I have no doubt that we are still friend
No doubt whatsoever
But I just wished that we are thick as thieves
No differences ’tween us, only bonding
No government, only (very strong) binding
Friends we were once, ah, yes, as thick as thieves!
But now we’re lost in this world—me it grieves
What with portals new, contacts new,
A life diasporic, yet true friends few,
In this publish-or-perish web, wide-n-cold,
Whereabouts not known: p’haps lost in your world
Of Universals new ’n Structures untold,
Like the Différance of my Post-, Post-, world.
I do hope this verse will reach you somehow
Like any bottled letter would—anyhow!
—Ram, R. V.
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