"laddy" poems
The hours go by slowly
My eyes are heavy with drugs
No one's around to see this
This hurt, this lying to myself
Please, can someone listen?
I'm finding myself underwater
In a cave where I can barely breathe
A quiet lucidity descends
And I rise
A pine tree lays fallen in a forest
The sky above is black
The air around is littered with a thousand lights
And a buzzing, pulsing
Alien electricity flows through my veins
The rhododendron leaves curve upward
The waterfall is throbbing
And I rise
A life force is hardly essential
In the ghostly barn on the second level
The tresses of her hair fall gently
No more ferns exist
The local bamboo stems from plastic bottles
Red mesh tape resides
And I rise
Pink combat boots melt in the fire
Rocks ring the mats
Wood and rice boil into each other
The old man's beard eats a mouse
Nails scratch a whiteboard
And I rise
Heya laddy, whatcha say?
We can't hear your songs
The red breasted robin weaves a nest
A broom loses its needles
And I rise
The train evades the tracks
White mesh bags float on the ocean
The flames are climbing higher
And I rise
Blue cherries are picked
Purple snails squirm
And I rise
I run up the driveway
And I rise
And I rise
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
here we sit in the moonlight
Pondering our last fight
Why is pain so hard
My heart needs a bodyguard
Your words hit home
As you ran away to Rome
It was over in seconds
To you my heart beckons
I thought it was all over
‘till she made me play red rover
I was up for repossession
Then I fought them with discretion
Everything started to go
I will never forget you though
She started the healing
Love I begun feeling
Is it wrong to feel love again
Your heart I must obtain
We sit here in the moonlight
Knowing we wont fight
She made me so happy
An Irishman woulda been ‘well done laddy’
So I thank you for the pain
The sky cleared up after the rain
As if it was telling me
Letting you go was the greatest thing
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
I want you to kiss me
again and again
just to feel the delicious
love-scrape of your whiskers
against my neck.
Your half-lidded eyes just beg
for me
to desire your innermost dreams
Oh, pomegranate love
bursting with fire-
Let me taint you,
touch you,
give your sunshine competition.
Shudder-
because for me,
you’ll never know the like.
Feel me run inside your veins
Bewitched, you claim?
Oh, laddy love,
you’ll never know for certain
(except for
certainly, you will.)
And if you delight
in the fervor of insanity, darling,
there’s room inside of me.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
Oh sweet Scotland
i hear
your fresh
bagpipes glowing
blowing wind
straight across
this quiet shore
keeping birds
in flight
once more
be yea
hornpipes
healing the
soul
listen laddy
this land
i know
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
they write me:
You know,
when I wrote my 1st poem,
at age 16,
didn't 'Love' it,
just felt it,
had to be said,
was the best way,
to write,
what I was feeling...
Today,
breathe Poetry
like its the only breath I can take,
physically hurt
when
I can't write...
cry, laugh, sigh, gasp
when read others works
but bleed internally
with words
that only make sense
inside a head that's
been bashed
against a wall repeatedly...
funny how emotionally
you can choke upon
a million words that
have no sound,
that can't speak...
It's funny
how you can't say the words
but upon a page they leak,
like a broken pen
in a pocket of a white dress shirt...
funny how the stain hurts...
for it's really not that funny
Reply
Take your message in both hands,
twisting it this way and that,
to the window,
to the spring morn light's clarity,
then to the mirror,
held to my chest,
where it's reversed,
murmuring 'hello old friend,'
this same message
in my files,
written when a
laddy boyo of sixteen
oh how came this message
back to me
so many decades later?
the answer simple,
some stains upon you
are bleach and time resistant,
for who you are,
decades later,
never changes,
and for
some stains,
I am grateful
that this is their,
and our nature too...
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
I was
the first
to cry
when daddy died
lying there
so peacefully
in his
sweet chariot casket
i give him
so much grief
being the
youngest boy
in the family
always competing
with my older
brothers for
daddy's affection
oh, what
laddy i was
mischief knows
me well
as long as i live
on the face of
this earth,
your son will
earn his due, first
yet prove his worth but
not deny that
i was the
first to cry
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 7:23 AM UTC
Galoot galoof galore
Open the magic door
Tell me
what you know laddy
Piffle twaddle dee dum
Take a good
look at me
Crambazzle and hobbledehoy
We made a magic boy
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
I was
the first
to cry
when daddy died
lying there
so peacefully
in his
sweet golden casket
i give him
so much grief
being the
youngest boy
in the family
always competing
with my older
brothers for
daddy's affection
oh, what
laddy i was
mischief knows
me well
as long as i live
on the face of
this earth
your son will
earn his due first
and
prove his worth
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Come on now run, before it's too late.
Hurry, you don't want to miss this.
Missing your own life, what a terrible fate.
Live forever in the empty abyss.
Run now fast, don't think of you nor he!
Don't stick around, don't worry.
You need this and that.
Oh no don't do that instead.
Run for it or you'll be sorry.
The courtain is up, you'll miss the story.
Oh look on stage, that lady's fat.
She's got barely any hair on her head.
Where are you, look at this glory.
However the part after it got gory.
She's pretending to be fine, with that pet
But what will she ever gain from a rat.
You're still not here, you need to hurry.
I'm coming I'm coming, but I'm seing blurry.
What about this play is so great is what I don't get.
It's horrible it's sad and it's full of dark and red.
It's about a girl that lived too soon.
She regretted every single step.
Dreaming of changing the world, going to the moon.
It's a typical story I'd rather take a nap.
Oh finally you got here, are you ready?
What in the world took you so long.
Always such a bored laddy.
How can you not like the play or the song?
I don't like it and never will.
Never when my own story is told.
It makes me feel like I was standing still.
While everything around me got to unfold.
I ran and ran and now I'm finally here.
But I just realised, it's only about to start.
I don't like long intro's I say with a sneer.
It's hard to set the story appart.
Are you ready for the rest of the story?
Trust me, it'll only get better, you won't be sorry!
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
galoot galoof galore
open the magic door
tell me
what you know laddy
piffle twiddle dee dum
take a good look at me
crambazzle and hobbledehoy
well well well
we made a magic boy
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
I was
the first
to cry
when daddy died
lying there
so peacefully
in his
sweet chariot casket
i give him
so much grief
being the
youngest boy
in the family
always competing
with my older
brothers for
daddy's affection
oh, what
laddy i was
mischief knows
me well
as long as i live,
on the face of
this earth,
your son will
earn his due, first
yet, prove his worth
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC