"laddies" poems - Hello Poetry

Hello! Hello! Over here! Step closer, lean nearer Ladies and gents Laddies and lasses Dogs and sheep of all ages Listen as I tell you of my fabulous new invention: The bobby pin. It pins hair and cash alike A paper clip in a pinch Open locks Dig a coin from a crack in the floorboards or Mark your spot in a book Put all over your face and fingers, And make ridiculous looks. Poke a hole in some paper, Moustache in a moment The uses are endless my friends, You can't live without it! So crowd around, line up And buy a set of your very own Muiltpurpose, Bobby pins

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Nov 4, 2012

Nov 4, 2012 at 9:18 AM UTC

luckyqueue

bobby pin

Hello! Hello! Over here! Step closer, lean nearer Ladies and gents Laddies and lasses Dogs and sheep of all ages Listen as I tell you of my fabulous new invention: The bobby pin. It pins hair and cash alike A paper clip in a pinch Open locks Dig a coin from a crack in the floorboards or Mark your spot in a book Put all over your face and fingers, And make ridiculous looks. Poke a hole in some paper, Moustache in a moment The uses are endless my friends, You can't live without it! So crowd around, line up And buy a set of your very own Muiltpurpose, Bobby pins

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The cobbled stones, awash by moon The drunken laddies that sip and swoon. To gaze upon the midnight beaut Would parish ones will to that of Newts. Thus lady’s hair does fall much like A waterfall of pure moonlight. With eyes of jewel and crystal light Sets ones soul ablaze and heart, bright. With opulent lips, does she possess Such voice of tinkling bells distress. With wisps of silver at loves cheeks Gold flecks do twinkle at brows peek. To tame such beauty is hopeless venture Too many a drunk lad, sweet and tender. To gaze upon midnights supple dream Is to be more than merely heard, but seen.

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Dec 20, 2018

Dec 20, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC

MindfulBindings

Children of Danu

The cobbled stones, awash by moon The drunken laddies that sip and swoon. To gaze upon the midnight beaut Would parish ones will to that of Newts. Thus lady’s hair does fall much like A waterfall of pure moonlight. With eyes of jewel and crystal light Sets ones soul ablaze and heart, bright. With opulent lips, does she possess Such voice of tinkling bells distress. With wisps of silver at loves cheeks Gold flecks do twinkle at brows peek. To tame such beauty is hopeless venture Too many a drunk lad, sweet and tender. To gaze upon midnights supple dream Is to be more than merely heard, but seen.

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Heave away laddies sail away you ladies let us lift our glasses to that one-eyed spy aloft in the dark nest looking down to what we have spelt out in the fires of driftwood drinking to the light filling the silent sea wooing its bed right below my window, and to the memory of the rusty revolver held tight in my right hand I keep beneath my hard, cold pillow O, night, you old sailor your victory, I salute.

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC

r-2

Night, I salute you

Heave away laddies sail away you ladies let us lift our glasses to that one-eyed spy aloft in the dark nest looking down to what we have spelt out in the fires of driftwood drinking to the light filling the silent sea wooing its bed right below my window, and to the memory of the rusty revolver held tight in my right hand I keep beneath my hard, cold pillow O, night, you old sailor your victory, I salute.

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I found them cause of music or YouTube Some of them I knew who they were But didn't care about them when I was younger They're the ones who I say "Top Of The Morning To Ya Laddies" or "Where's The Black Smith" with Or instead sing Oh Miss Believer or Thnks Fr Th Mmrs with Most of them I consider my best friends Some of them are Patrick, Pete, Joe, and Andy Others are Jimmy, Chris, Chandler, and Karl They're there for me when any actual people aren't They're the ones who don't care about the fact that I'm LGBTQ+ They just see me as another human being that's a fan of their music or channel I try to remind myself about the Fall Out Boy lyric "You Are What You Love Not Who Loves You" And tell myself that I'll be like Frank Iero and JackSepticEye Some of them are the reason why I'm going to be a youtuber I ask myself all the time how in the world did they somehow wind up being someone I consider friends

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May 18, 2021

May 18, 2021 at 11:08 PM UTC

gerardmiller20

Somehow They're Friends

I found them cause of music or YouTube Some of them I knew who they were But didn't care about them when I was younger They're the ones who I say "Top Of The Morning To Ya Laddies" or "Where's The Black Smith" with Or instead sing Oh Miss Believer or Thnks Fr Th Mmrs with Most of them I consider my best friends Some of them are Patrick, Pete, Joe, and Andy Others are Jimmy, Chris, Chandler, and Karl They're there for me when any actual people aren't They're the ones who don't care about the fact that I'm LGBTQ+ They just see me as another human being that's a fan of their music or channel I try to remind myself about the Fall Out Boy lyric "You Are What You Love Not Who Loves You" And tell myself that I'll be like Frank Iero and JackSepticEye Some of them are the reason why I'm going to be a youtuber I ask myself all the time how in the world did they somehow wind up being someone I consider friends

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patriarchy? am i really having this "talk" in a bingo hall with the old ladies and laddies? i must be: something terrible has happened and i don't want to stop the bleeding of the punctured artery, i'd prefer air-piano or air-drumming... but from what i've seen, and it was coming like a bowling bowl in caligula's bowling alley of severed heads... can i please wish denzel washington the same illustrious career as a film director as that, which awaited clint eastwood? can i? patriarchy... hmm... the society where man is the head of the household... oddly enough i share mutual respect with my father, over nothing but him allowing me to train the alcoholic, he says: don't mind you drinking, well, i do, but better you drinking than smoking dope... mind you: i'm functioning in my addition and in what i subsequently do... it must reveal me as a very stable drunk, given that i can do household chores, cook dinner, and keep my mouth shut... and sometimes a mutation happens, esp. if you've been raised by an alcoholic grandfather from the ages of 4 til 8... seeing your grandmother thrown through a glass door with a broken arm... what did i do in revenge? puncture his bicycle wheel... and there was this common thug-to-be who deserved much attention by the nick: ukraine... thug of thugs, or there was hubert - who's mother who drank enough white vinegar till her stomach shrank and she died from stomach shrinking contractions... i trusted even the most vile of polish thugs, but it was part of the tribe... then came england and multicultural ***** whipping, sentenced to be among egyptians... i don't exactly know who i am not going to forgive, the society that made the **** the way it made him, or whether the **** himself... nonetheless, you want a depiction of patriarchy, i'd tell you to watch denzel's first directorial effort in the film fences: may he have the same illustrious career as a film director, akin to clint eastwood... pucker up with that plum shadow the next time you attempt to "understand" man.

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Oct 16, 2017

Oct 16, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

wishing denzel the same directing career as clint

patriarchy? am i really having this "talk" in a bingo hall with the old ladies and laddies? i must be: something terrible has happened and i don't want to stop the bleeding of the punctured artery, i'd prefer air-piano or air-drumming... but from what i've seen, and it was coming like a bowling bowl in caligula's bowling alley of severed heads... can i please wish denzel washington the same illustrious career as a film director as that, which awaited clint eastwood? can i? patriarchy... hmm... the society where man is the head of the household... oddly enough i share mutual respect with my father, over nothing but him allowing me to train the alcoholic, he says: don't mind you drinking, well, i do, but better you drinking than smoking dope... mind you: i'm functioning in my addition and in what i subsequently do... it must reveal me as a very stable drunk, given that i can do household chores, cook dinner, and keep my mouth shut... and sometimes a mutation happens, esp. if you've been raised by an alcoholic grandfather from the ages of 4 til 8... seeing your grandmother thrown through a glass door with a broken arm... what did i do in revenge? puncture his bicycle wheel... and there was this common thug-to-be who deserved much attention by the nick: ukraine... thug of thugs, or there was hubert - who's mother who drank enough white vinegar till her stomach shrank and she died from stomach shrinking contractions... i trusted even the most vile of polish thugs, but it was part of the tribe... then came england and multicultural ***** whipping, sentenced to be among egyptians... i don't exactly know who i am not going to forgive, the society that made the **** the way it made him, or whether the **** himself... nonetheless, you want a depiction of patriarchy, i'd tell you to watch denzel's first directorial effort in the film fences: may he have the same illustrious career as a film director, akin to clint eastwood... pucker up with that plum shadow the next time you attempt to "understand" man.

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With his tricorn hat and his sea dog rats he heads back to the high seas Shouting, come on me laddies picks up yer gears we're going on a pillaging spree Leaving Dover without a sound they are to the Americas bound Weeks did pass into months with captain in cabin with the **** then one day, shouts from crows nest did say, Land ahoy. Captain was on deck before you knew it barking his orders so brave his dogs barked and run around his crew were nothing but slaves gun ports open, loaded and ready to fire no one could know, what would transpire Then from the bay coming their way was a sight so frightening to be seen a massive metal beast all a gleam through his eyeglass could see it's deck and what a sight to see Open mouthed he sighed, Metal birds there be. By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC

christos-andreas-kourtis

Sea Dogs

With his tricorn hat and his sea dog rats he heads back to the high seas Shouting, come on me laddies picks up yer gears we're going on a pillaging spree Leaving Dover without a sound they are to the Americas bound Weeks did pass into months with captain in cabin with the **** then one day, shouts from crows nest did say, Land ahoy. Captain was on deck before you knew it barking his orders so brave his dogs barked and run around his crew were nothing but slaves gun ports open, loaded and ready to fire no one could know, what would transpire Then from the bay coming their way was a sight so frightening to be seen a massive metal beast all a gleam through his eyeglass could see it's deck and what a sight to see Open mouthed he sighed, Metal birds there be. By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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Walking all over the city streets that silly buffoon cant stay on his feet waving his arms like a silly man drunk as sailor riding in a micro-bus minivan Wearing his top hat and rugged white dress shirt with black dress pants and a pair of loafers, he pleases the ladies to which he flirts. swinging his Cane in a circular motion and singing loudly to a starlight commotion he dances in the quarter with many a men but the laddies join in only to commend with the upbeat music so loud and obnoxious the man lives in a limelight pulsus paradoxus meaning that the man cant keep a beat while hes skipping off merely into the street with no one around to catch his fall the man slowly pained by a party drain to live in a limelight he cannot contain. He falls asleep on the cold sidewalk city walk to wake up to a new party in the incentive to a loud obnoxious talk drunk witty and insane the man dressed like the rich but in his own demise he was only but a frayed stitch a showboat that the people could see right through he was only a dreamer and lived in the limelight to which he never outgrew.

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Jul 23, 2017

Jul 23, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC

tyler-james-roberts

Live in a Limelight

Walking all over the city streets that silly buffoon cant stay on his feet waving his arms like a silly man drunk as sailor riding in a micro-bus minivan Wearing his top hat and rugged white dress shirt with black dress pants and a pair of loafers, he pleases the ladies to which he flirts. swinging his Cane in a circular motion and singing loudly to a starlight commotion he dances in the quarter with many a men but the laddies join in only to commend with the upbeat music so loud and obnoxious the man lives in a limelight pulsus paradoxus meaning that the man cant keep a beat while hes skipping off merely into the street with no one around to catch his fall the man slowly pained by a party drain to live in a limelight he cannot contain. He falls asleep on the cold sidewalk city walk to wake up to a new party in the incentive to a loud obnoxious talk drunk witty and insane the man dressed like the rich but in his own demise he was only but a frayed stitch a showboat that the people could see right through he was only a dreamer and lived in the limelight to which he never outgrew.

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You wore red roses on your shining hair at the meadow's end I was waiting there love was all over the radiant summer air you were the fairest of the village-fair -- all the village-laddies knew you well, dearest Clare your radiant eyes no other lassie could compare I'd love you till the world's last sunset, that I did swear but you loved me not---your heart was somewhere!

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Mar 23, 2021

Mar 23, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC

dr-peter-lim

Lyrics for a Modern Love-Song

You wore red roses on your shining hair at the meadow's end I was waiting there love was all over the radiant summer air you were the fairest of the village-fair -- all the village-laddies knew you well, dearest Clare your radiant eyes no other lassie could compare I'd love you till the world's last sunset, that I did swear but you loved me not---your heart was somewhere!

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