#lad
Who is this sad lad
Standing amid the daisies?
A Beauty lover.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:39 AM UTC
In the need of a loan,
Let’s meet some officers who must not a con.
Mr. Terrier, the senior one,
Always FRISKY and care for none.
The morning routine starts so early.
Trying to look DAPPER with hair curly.
The skin of brown and polished BOOT
I tried to look professional and cute.
The meeting started and Officer looks firm.
Presented us with all the loan term.
The terms we agreed and the agreement signed.
Now the chores are done and an assistant is assigned.
The assistant looks like as young LAD.
Hope he had all the experience and be true to our FACE.
The day went well and now time to sleep.
There must be some dream, waiting long deep.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
I float through life,
Ignoring the strife,
No kids and no wife,
And I’m fine.
I’ll listen or not,
I’ll like what I’ve got,
I’ll not take a lot,
I'll Not whine.
I’ll drink all the night,
I'll Fight if I like,
Then I might steal a bike,
Now it’s mine.
I’ll guzzle some whiskey,
I'll do something risky,
Then I might get frisky
And find.
A fine willing woman,
Not boring or wooden,
Lay on sheets a'woollen,
Bedtime.
I’ll wake up tomorrow,
Some money I’ll borrow,
And then I will swallow,
Some wine.
I’ll do it all over,
A young Irish Rover,
You better move over,
Einstein.
I’m young and I'm clever,
And I’ll do whatever,
Whatever the weather,
I’ll shine.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
I'm never gonna treat you bad,
Because I never wanna see you sad.
But if being with me makes you sad,
Then I have to let you go my lad,
And the 'I have you' turns into 'I had'.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 5:10 AM UTC
A Lad
Since they spoke
And made me do,
I saw they cut a joke,
And I did too.
Why they hit me then
I didn't know.
I learned by myself
And did grow.
Then I saw them and
How they spoke;
I laughed at them when
They cut the joke.
S. Bharat
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
Amidst the market,
Shall I sell my lies ?
For it be seen expensive,
And afront stand many prodigals
Just as did I
Oh ,no!
I shall rather seek an online site !
Just as you ,
Maybe Facebook or any other for hi-byes
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
You.
You took my eyes.
Attached them to a line
Straight in-front of your face.
So it doesn't matter where I look,
Or what I'm trying to do,
All I can ever see is your ******* face.
You.
You took my gravity.
I dropped from the sky
At the bottom was a mattress
Crafted from the finest memory foam.
Sheets already covered in your hairs,
Pillows already smelling of your perfume.
You.
You took my heart.
Which may sound quite romantic,
But I'm talking several broken ribs,
I'm talking a gaping hole in my chest
That anyone at all could look into
And see the weirdest depths of my soul.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
oh so you're engaged now
madly in love huh
well that's funny isn't it
I'm kind of the same
but mostly just mad
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
cindy
cindy the raunchy hippy gal gets it on
with her 22 year old toy boy lover
he called round at hers' and grinded her
covering her neck with love bites
and filling her with his seed
while she rode him hard
and used and abused his body
both of them deserved it
for it was what they were
a willing young buck stud
with his older **** activity partner
drink was involved cider style
mixed with wine and *****
and fruit juice with ice
some of which found its way
onto her body for ****** purposes
like ice on her *******
and also banana cream on her *****
while he licked kissed and bit
her at every single place
with each opportunity he got
more experience for him
and another notch for her
the aging fun loving hippy
who'd f8cked a thousand men
and two hundred men
in her debaucherous liberal life
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
.
The heat of you,
Bairn in my hands,
I am strung with you,
My song sings out ever
To one unbridled listener,
A lad as wild as gusty seas
And I keen on tighten strings,
Casted about thee, four winds
And am latched with old moon,
My tunes are loudy, unheard of,
Sadder than empty airs in hollow
Bars, bereft of any joy dancers.
Like you I have known love,
In gentle touches that swoon
And take flight up dizzy reels,
I hold you, like fresh newborn,
Child of melody an sleepy dove,
But still, in swells of driest fears,
Unlike you, body of live, heart
Wood, colour of striped tiger,
Regal structure, unchained,
Aged about languid truths,
My fingers unleash you,
Yet they lock, in frieze,
Captive, painting nil
Dreams of brood.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
In the quickened breeze,
My mind slips with ease
To a place of long ago,
Where little girls pranced
In a mystical dance
And stardust sprinkled like snow.
Little boys rushed to see
With what beauty and ease
Of grace that did keep them a-daze,
But none was the wiser
When the dance of Delilah
Sent their minds through a mystical maze.
To the spectators' delight
as she danced through the night
unaware of what spell she had cast,
Transfixed with a smile
They dazed all the while
As times' future had soon become past.
And hundred years of fixation
And a fine lad's dedication
To dance with his heart's delight,
Was now set at ease
As he bent to his knees
To kiss the hand of his dream goodnight.
His pulse beat slowly
And his heart felt lowly
Though this moment he knew soon had to end.
Would this dream have to cease?
Did his imagination increase
Just to allow his yearning heart to mend?
The mystery ends as it did begin
As I reflect on days then
Of a lad who danced with his love.
Like the leaves of trees
Dancing in the breeze
A silhouette in shadow to see,
The dance of Delilah and He.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
They call me Jack! A Jack the Lad
a man who likes to go out late.
I must confess that I'm a cad
and often seen in Aldegate.
Whitechapel and Spittlefield
are other locations I frequent.
Tis where I often draw my yield
and nay for that I'll not lament.
Inspired by my ill repute,
repugnant chanting of my name,
I'll seek and find a **********
commencing to secure my fame.
Reference books cannot advise
what two skilled hands can show.
Exacting cuts when I excise,
instructing where my blade doth flow.
My first, Miss Nichols, I recall,
whom blinded by the lure of coin,
into my clutches she did fall
and she, I did indeed refine.
Chapman then I did impress
with incision so demanding.
Nothing taken to excess
an ***** now made outstanding.
Stride and Eddowes in one night
but fortune demanded I should race.
Though well presented to the light,
embarrassment is my disgrace.
My final lady played the game,
Miss Kelly whom at my insistence.
She alone recoiled my fame,
my very own Piece de Resistance.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
It is true that secrets play hide and seek
Like jolly lads and whimsical princesses
It is true that secrets play hide and seek
Going along with childhood unearthed
Vanishing away with a disguised fairytale
Littlers believe before their torn faith
Stories of hope and paramours twisted
Into joyous love myth and red slaughter
For the laughter was just a radical sound
Unknown to all of us in sunset earlihood
When I grow up I want to be what I did
Not know, while thinking of ghosts and
Things unexist, jolly princesses with all the
Whimsical lads, thought only of beauty
And the sugar-dips poison of love long
Lost astray till they climb up a stair and
Claim a throne of stern jaw and bones
Our skeleton soaring and hair dressed
We finally find the secrets that played
With us throughout the childhood like
Memories unearthed, wither and die
A painful death in their game of a foul
Revelation sewn tight without a trace
In our sunset earlihood when we used
To think that this world is composed of
Beauty and sugar-dips decomposed
Children of impurity and twisted guns
Anything but lethal when they let us live in
Mere tales of pride-degrading fables
To play
Or hide
And seek
Forever now
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
I close my eyes
I'm paralysed
Front of these monsters
I surely can't hide
They hear me speak
They make me weak
I'm dressed in death
And my mind is a freak
With pain and tears
I feed the devils in need
Inside my ears they creep
whispering words to drown me with fear.
(Jess)
-L.A.D.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC