"kittle" poems
Life’s all getting and giving,
I’ve only myself to give.
What shall I do for a living?
I’ve only one life to live.
End it? I’ll not find another.
Spend it? But how shall I best?
Sure the wise plan is to live like a man
And Luck may look after the rest!
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
Give or hold at your will.
If I’ve no care for Fortune,
Fortune must follow me still.
Bad Luck, she is never a lady
But the commonest ***** on the street,
Shuffling, shabby and shady,
Shameless to pass or meet.
Walk with her once—it’s a weakness!
Talk to her twice. It’s a crime!
****** her away when she gives you “good day”
And the besom won’t board you next time.
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
What is Your Ladyship’s mood?
If I have no care for Fortune,
My Fortune is bound to be good!
Good Luck she is never a lady
But the cursedest quean alive!
Tricksy, wincing and jady,
Kittle to lead or drive.
Greet her—she’s hailing a stranger!
Meet her—she’s busking to leave.
Let her alone for a shrew to the bone,
And the ***** comes plucking your sleeve!
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
I’ll neither follow nor flee.
If I don’t run after Fortune,
Fortune must run after me!
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Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by London?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place called the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace riding on a goosie?
Geordie, he's a man there is little doubt
He does all he can, who would do without?
Down there came a blade linkin' like a lordie;
He would drive a trade at the loom o' Geordie.
Though the plaid were bad, blythly did we niffer;
Gin we get a wab, it makes little differ.
We have tint our plaid, bonnet, belt and swordie,
Halls and mailings braid—but we have our Geordie!
Jocky's gane to France and Montgomery's lady;
There they'll learn to dance: Madam, are ye ready?
They'll be back belive, belted, brisk and lordly;
Brawly may they thrive to dance a jig wi' Geordie!
Hey for Sandy Don! Hey for Cockolorum!
Hey for Bobbing John and his Highland Quorum!
Many a sword and lance swings a Highland hurdie;
How they'll skip and dance o'er the *** o' Geordie!
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
There's a fae
Who lives in a fern.
Her wings so little,
Her feet so kittle.
She was a tease,
But certainly not the least.
She flits through the grass,
With a skimpy dress of brass.
She hides in the shrub,
And offers a defiant shrug.
Her whistles beckons to the birds,
Even the goblins dare leave their beds.
Her step on petals are of light springs,
Even with hair tied in ribbon strings.
Mischievous little thing she was
Other wary faes ought to pause.
So carefree she treads,
Even mama could not knot her in a thread.
Most often, mama warns and shoos
Always, she'd never heed but coos.
One moon-ful night,
When she forgot her plight,
Into the sky, unwarily she soars,
And ends up torn in the bellies of owls.
With all her strenght did she beat
But the night birds had had their bits!
A mournful dirge for a fae no bigger than a wasp,
But who ends up dying with a gasp!
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
I stay in your eyes and dreams,
You don't know it yet...
I have been with you always,
You are still unaware...
Now, what should I do,
How should I live without you?
Where should I abandon this love,
The one I carry in my eyes?
Even I am disappointed like you,
I don't know it yet...
This separation just buries me alive,
None should be so sinful...
What should I do now,
I was never ready for this loneliness...
With these love filled eyes,
Where more should I roam about?
Inamorata, come embrace me now,
For my heart is still broken...
Sweet heart, believe my words,
For you were always set to kittle...
Someone help me hold her,
She is my life force...
My heart wants only her,
Yes, oh yes!
Don't rub my name off your heart,
Be composed, I have you as my aim...
Come closer to me,
To me...
Oh inamorata, invite me closer...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
Oh inamorata, come be intimate...
Oh inamorata, invite me closer...
Even my heart is broken, it's offended...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
Oh inamorata, come be intimate...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC