"ladd" poems
Curtains up
NOW OWN
~IT~
AS IF
you're the King
of the whole
**** stage
when
you're
really
just another
player
acting out
for those
cheap seats
you survey
Where else
****
HERE*
would
THEY
get to see
such a
[defamation]
-free play?"
(laughing)
**"Best you
throw some sweets**.
Indulge them
...**I'd say!
...I'd say!"**
The Evil Queen
smirks
&
a knife glints in her hand
Is
she
creeping
up
Behind You?
(or... does she need a real man?)
Ahhhh!!
you see...
she's
exhausted
A-LADD-IN
& she knows
where to find you..
(evil laughter)
Ohhhh!
It's
just as well
you're in costume
*...now remember
your lines*
"Don't props (& illusions) make a jolly good night!"
and baby, WOW!
you look
Oh! Soooo cute
in those tights!
and with a sweep of the stage, the smirking Queen exits > right
This stage
is all yours now
So Buttons... take a bow
(us Brits love an underdog in a fight)
... Make your bow deep
~with a flourish of resplendence~
that captures their hearts
try more than That wiggle
-and a lot more-
than one dance!
To do it well...
get a catchphrase
(which we'll ALL lurvey darlink from the start)
Believe me,
is good
Always
is
another...
try
the one
you've used in
rehearsals with the
Stepsisters
- all dragged up-
looking
L
O
V U
E G
L L
Y (like their mother)
cough
**** it..
Everyone chokes
on the dry ice that swirls!
The audience ponders....
WHO's the boys ?
THAT's... a... girl ?!
&
in
the
low
glow
they'll see
Cinders singing
of loves' sweet melody,
those s l o w shoe shuffles
softly sliding across their
t
r
a
p
door hearts
Laughing & crying along through
each emotion of the tattered
sweet princess, who
simply hasn't had
a Prince in her...
winks
sights
(YET!)
then
**Act II ends
with
a Flash!
&
a Bang!**
They all lived
ever after...
Cinders' happy?
THE END
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
Thoughts adhere to time
Perceptions nailed to space
Paradigm permits paradox
If the ladd(tt)er lacks a base
Assembling axioms by allegory
And sawing knowledge into faith
Decree drafting sets wills free
Deeding belief for key to grace
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC
Look for the fountain of youth.
Take a long drink.
Look to the heavens for a sparkling star
Because what you think that's what you are.
Joy Ladd
(my dear sister)
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
I dreamt you came to visit my Korea Town apartment
we talked about the older days, ways couples made us **** then
you checked your phone said "Be right back!" as you got up quick to leave
I thought how much I loved you and how ****** up I still seemed
you came back fast and Entered through my then still open door
behind you stood , caucasian Ladd I shook his Hand though sore
I took his coat to put away still dampened from the rain
you called him "babe" my brains lame way of telling me shes changed
you called him "babe" I might yet say " I know her not, she's strange"
you called him babe but I Still say unwavering, unaltered
I'll love you more than anyone who walks through your apartment
I'll love you more than one ignored whom works in your department store
no matter torn lost broke or sore
I'm here for you unfaltered
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
By Larry Ladd
Oh, I would have a lot of fun
If I were a number 1.
Still, I eat that second hero.
My profile is a number 0.
I cinch my belt to hide my weight.
I only look like a number 8.
At “Attention!” I straighten my spine.
I only manage a number 9.
They say “At ease.” I’m in a fix.
My **** drops down to a number 6.
Oh, I would have a lot of fun
If I were a number 1.
My ego wants to be a capital I,
But I guess I’m not that sort of guy.
My gut droops over my belt, you see,
So I look more like a capital P.
Say, I would not mind a capital R.
Then I could be an adult film star.
But that’s not likely, what’s to do?
**** I look like a capital Q.
So I’ll stay dressed because I know
I really am a capital O.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC