"lippy" poems
Black cabs and ab-dabs.
Dashing through London streets,
High heels and crippled feet.
Back street bars,
wealthy sheiks,
ever running,
Hide and seek.
Black panther's in lippy,
Colourful hippies.
Turbans and tunics,
Kiddies in cotton, with mud on their bottoms.
Big Whigs and stiff prigs.
Market stalls and rubber *****
Undergrounds and all around.
City beats, it's hopping on.
On and off off of buses and train.
London love life, kicking pain.
Picks up his drink and thinks like a fish.
A couple more beers, three seconds of fun.
Slipped into his glass.
Glass one, two three,
Freedom four.
Needs more.
(c) LIVVI
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
They say their souls are saved,
That they've been blessed 'cuz they give praise.
Oh!
Their dreams all seem so handsome,
But we're holding their God for ransom.
They will send negotiators,
Protesters and lippy haters.
Oh!
It will be so grand, son!
'Cuz we're holding their God for ransom.
We'll hold back their End of Days,
As long as they abhor the gays.
Yes, we'll deny eternal bliss,
If they can't ditch their prejudice.
To condemn then throw a tantrum?
THIS is why we hold God for ransom!
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
Don't get chippy lippy,
where's the ****** spinach Jeff!,
I didn't think you was a two-bit cook,
I thought you were a chef!,
so wheres the ****** spinach Jeff!,
Where's the bleeding turbot, Herbert?,
and where's the feeking risotto,
if I don't get some ****** food soon,
I'll drink a bottle of wine and get blot-toad
Where's the ****** crab, Brad?,
blimey! does it smell high to you!?,
You'll ****** **** someone,
and bleeding get me sued!
By Christos Andreas Kourtis and Larna Kira Kourtis
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Some days when I wake up
All I wanna do is bust this rut
Not with any *** girl with flow
With big **** luscious lips,
And a round ****
A girl with brains is what I want
The kind of girl with a mind to flaunt
Her eyes so round, so pretty
Getting to the point when I'm lippy
Maybe a birdy, one who's a little too
Nerdy, still keeps me on my toes tippy tippy
Till my tip starts slipping
In the bedroom getting freaky
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
Oopy Doopy, Super Sloopy.
Loopy snoopy, pants apoopy.
Lippy hippy, slippy dippy.
Nasty-nicey, normally snippy.
Loosey goosey, chocolate moussey.
Usually *** goofy as Gary Busey.
Hinky-stinky presidential *****
Winky-blinky, dangerously stinko.
Hippity hoppy, flippy-floppy
Get a mop, it never stops.
Laughy gaffe-y, riffy-raffy
Face as gross as rotten taffy.
Whammy-bammy, scary scammy
Mammy-jamming Uncle Sammy.
Lumpy-dumpy, far from humpy
******* up future jumpy bumpy.
Glossy boss, a frightful loss
Ungathered moss at twice the cost.
Serious gap while the country naps
****** sap giving us a slap.
Frightening nooses tightening,
Rights denied like summer lightning.
Ignoring Popes and Snopes
Hopeless dopes put us on the ropes.
Immune to our cries, elected guys
Make horrifying decisions most unwise.
Like black magic before all our eyes
We’re leaderless as freedom dies.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
a medley of mange
this group of misfits
laughing dancing
and grazing the strange
unconventional freaks
outlandish and odd
parroting our priests
and glib of our gods
mocking our trials
poking fun of our kings
curating our flaws
as they jump and sing
bent and dimented
indignant to drones
lippy and pert
these rolling stones
theater people
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
Lippy Dippy the hippie,
Always so much to say.
Protesting, picketing
Never quite gets his way.
So much about us
The world and how it runs.
Someone to carry a sign?
Lippy Dippy is the one.
He started out with war
Calling out President LBJ.
The issues kept happening
Up to and including today.
Lippy and his hippie cohorts
Protested for human rights
Whether it be about gays
Or brown, black or white.
Get him and friends arrested?
That just may have to be
As long as law and lawyers
Practice their legal infamy.
He reminds of Dred Scott
And how the law of the land
Immorally took the freedom
And dignity of that poor man.
Too little water here
Too much water over there?
Veterans getting gypped?
See if anybody ever cares.
Lippy Dippy and friends
Will gladly show up at your place
And show you what you are;
Bad example of the human race.
Oh, they made fun of him
They called him many names
Including Dippy, so unkind
But it gave him a kind of fame.
It would be nice if maybe someday
There were no need for him.
Unless things change someway
The hope of that is very dim.
So, he and others like him
Which will, of course, include me
With stand up and protest
As long as we citizens are free
To gather publically and say
This sort of situation is wrong,
Then Lippy Dippy and the rest
Will come sing our protest songs.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
I was in the forest the other day,
I found fun things,
albeit I had no idea what they'd do.
I didn't know if they'd **** me,
or give me a kick *** high,
I decided to find out.
The minutes are rolling by,
and so am I.
Did that cactus just open it's eyes?
I'm tripping *****
and I'm loving every minute of it.
Things are finally coming to life.
I had a chat with that ****** rat.
She admitted all the **** she'd done behind my back.
I was surprised, I'd thought she was a close friend.
I had a conversation with a lippy lizard,
and he told me the absolute truth about what he thought.
It was good to hear, but nothing I'd never heard from him before.
I became best friends with a ******* cactus.
We mostly bonded over mutual hatred.
We're both ****** and neither of us give a ****
I think that's why we're the best of friends.
He and I always have been.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
So It Seems As Though...
It’s COOL Right Now...
To FILL... ******** !!!?!!!
But... NOT In The Way...
That Things NOW GO... !!!!!
Since When Was It... " Cool "... ?!?
For Them To Get... "STUFFED"... !?!
By ***** And Tongues As Well As ****** !!!!!
I’d Prefer OTHER Stuff...
Like... Clips And Guns... !!!!!!!!!!!
Because An ******* KNOWS...
That... **** Comes Out...
ESPECIALLY When...
They Start Runnin’ Their Mout’.... !!!!!!
Or Put Down Phones...
When Their Temper BLOWS... !!!!!!
As If Their... UNTOUCHABLE...
Like... ELLIOT NESS...
Or YES... CLIFF HUXTABLE'... !!!!
Which Of Course... AIN'T True... !!!
******** Should Be Shrewd... !!!
And NOT Make Moves...
That Lead To... ABUSE... !!!!!
Verbal... Or Physical...
When Things Get CRITICAL... !!!
******** SHOW....
That They SHOULDN'T Go...
Where They... TRY To GO... !!!!!
INTO... " ZONES "...
Where Tones BREAK Bones... !!!
And EVEN Leave Some Laying COLD... !!!
These Pretentious ******** !!!
Have Got... REAL Dough... !!!!
Which Seems To Be...
What Makes Them WREAK...
of... IGNORANT Deeds... !!!!
Lies And Deceit... !!!!
And... ARROGANCE...
That’s Beyond... BELIEF... !!!!!
From Lawyers Who... “Sneak”...
And Then Steal Money From The Type of Peeps’...
Who’d Rather NOT BE... In Their Company.... !!!
But The ... " ******* Show “...
Has LONG Since SHOWN...
How These ******** Roll...
MONEY HUNGRY... " Ho's "...
BOTH... " Sistas’ And Bros "...
Behave As Though...
Their... IGNORANCE...
WON'T Leave Them STUCK... !!!
Because Their GUMS...
Have Driven Someone...
To Call For GUNS...
And... OTHER Stuff... !!!!!!!
That’ll ENSURE That...
They LOSE Their....... Blood...... !!!!!
NOBODY’s ABOVE Paying A Toll... !!!!!!!!
ESPECIALLY... These Lippy’ ******** !!!!!
Who... REALLY Should KNOW...
How Things Can Go....
Cos’ Quite A Few Lost Souls...
Have Gone PAST... BROKE... !!!!!!
And Just Wanna See....
THESE ******** BLEED... !!!
Because of Their GREED...
DISRESPECTFUL Speech...
And... CONSTANT Need...
To Let Their EGO...
Be What... FEEDS...
MORE Than Their Dreams... !!!
But Now Street Teams...
Are QUICK TO Reach...
For The Type of PIECE...
That Make Dreams CEASE...
And Cause... NIGHTMARES... !!!
For ******** Prepared...
To Take Things THERE... !?!
Well That’s The Vibe...
That They PRESENT... Like...
They’re The Type of Guys...
With... GANGSTA' Ties... !!!
When They’re Corporate Slime...
Who CONSTANTLY LIE To Get Through Life....
Well They Should Be WISE...
BEFORE... One Night...
They Find Their PRIDE...
Hung Up... REAL High... !!!!!
With The Type of Necktie...
That... COLOMBIANS Like... !!!!!!!
Designed To Make...
******** FALL IN LINE.... !!!
And That Is WHY I’m A... " humble guy "...
Who Uses My Art...
Just Like These ********
USE... THEIR *** !!!
To KICK OUT.................. **** !!!!!
That Gives A... “ Whiff “...
of MORE Than ***** And NASTY Lips... !!!
Like... REAL LYRICS... !!!
That Serve Up... HITS...
That Hit HARDER Than Coc’...
Because They’re... DOPE... !!!!
So QUICKLY BREAK These Walking JOKES... !!!
Who Are... BETTER KNOWN...
As YES.....
.... “ ******** “....
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
Please don't pity me because I am single
I enjoy life, get out, play hard and mingle
Soul mates will meet when the timing is right
For now, I'll do me so the future looks bright.
Being alone is not making me pensive
It's opened my eyes something extensive
I'd rather see love than have it myself
Seeing you thrive is good for my health.
I see all your posts of how happy they make you
Of bad and good and of all you have been through
Of how they are faithful and loyal to the end
Of being being a lover and also a friend.
Being single has not brought me sadness
I'm seeing love thrive in a world filled with madness.
To me that is beautiful and that's that all I need
As long as love lives, my sorrow is freed.
What does bring me sorrow are all these **** cheaters.
These liars, scumbags, and f****** spouse beaters.
It's ignorant, and no it is not the human condition
It's going on too much and needs decommission.
To all the boys sending ladies pics of your ****
If you're trying to get any, that's going about it all wrong.
Sure some are into it but, they'll say if it's true
That's not how men act, what's the matter with you?
Spreading love is my purpose, I can't let it die
My heart beats as long as true love is alive
You can call me a wimp, or call me a hippie
I really don't care, so don't get all lippy.
This is for everyone who is in love or inquiring
Your love is amazing and I find it inspiring.
Let's get rid of the habits that have diluted it's beauty
Love is resplendent, and to protect it's our duty.
Please don't think I get sad when I see you're in love
Wishing for someone is not what I think of
True love persists, and for that I am grateful
Please keep love alive and away from the hateful.
Some call it all fake or just a chemical reaction
But what brought it on? It's not just from attraction.
Monogamy's not necessary to survival of species
It helps with procreation but, it's also our Achilles.
Our minds evolved love because we aren't human without it.
It's from the soul, if you never felt it don't try to doubt it.
Don't hate on love, it has the best of intentions
It just wants to grow and spread it's affections.
And for now I'll do me so the future looks bright
I'll find my true love when the timing is right.
Keep this in mind as we mix and we mingle
Please don't pity me because I am single.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
Magdalene undresses
ready for bed,
her da had moaned about
the record playing on and on,
can you play nothing else?
it's getting on my fecking nerves,
Mary had been at the coffee bar,
spoke about Sister Bridget
and the priest and things said and done,
Mary smelt of scent
(her ma's no doubt)
and Magdalene loves it,
she folds the dress
over the chair by her bed,
red flowers on white cloth,
Ma's choice not mine,
Mags utters, soon be leaving
fecking school, good job too,
get a job, earn me own,
not have Da saying
you cost me with
your clothes and such,
Mary touched my hand
along by the church,
felt its warmth,
Martha has this thing
about crucifixes,
Magdalene muses,
putting on her nightdress,
pink and flannelette,
eyeing the sacred heart of Jesus
on the wall, Ma's da bought it,
staring down eyes on me,
Mags muses, covering up
and getting into bed,
I'll belt you
if you get lippy
her da had said over supper,
just saying,
well don't,
not your place to speak
Da had said,
dark eyed,
his heavy hand on the table,
Mary Mary quite contrary,
the pillow's soft,
scent smell,
wish Mary was here,
Da's voice downstairs
loud and brash,
Ma's voice talking back,
that time he whacked me one
for talking to the boy
outside the store,
lights out,
head resting,
dreams beginning,
if only,
hug me Mary,
hug me tight,
dream on,
night night.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
Get your bra on Gladys
Lockdown is nearly done
Shave your legs and brush your pegs
Let's get out in the sun.
Put your perm on Doris
Get your hair all in a curl
Some lippy in red and a hat on your head
I'll take you out for a whirl.
Bin the slippers Mabel
Squeeze your bunions into some heels
A top tight at the bust is really a must,
And I'll pick you up in my wheels.
Chuck out the onesie Doris,
I know that you just didn't care,
In fact stay at home, I prefer being alone
And there's too many people out there.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 1:43 PM UTC
"AHHHHH...MEN!"
Mary's mobile
bleeps.
Text.
( First 3 notes of SHAFT ).
It was the angel
Gabriel.
"Yo Mary babeeee!
Guess who's gonna be
the mother of God!"
She's all fingers
and thumbs.
Can't get used to
this new technology.
Preferred the blinding
flash of light
floaty dudes
who were a bit of alright.
She just sends
a "?" back.
Quick as a flash
Gabe texts her back.
"Hey girllll
it's you!"
She texts a curt
!!!NO WAY!!!
Mary panics: " Jesus Christ
I'm way too young to be
having the Son of God!"
She smothers her mobile
under a pillow.
Hoping that it will
just go away.
"BleepbleepbloodyBLEEP!"
it muffles messages.
When she dares to look next
there are like. . .!
69 unread
texts.
"I swear to God!"
she tells herself.
"I'm not having it!"
She deletes
the lot.
Un-friends Gabe & God>
Uses a word that isn't
nice!
"Good riddance to a bad lot!"
she convinces herself.
"I want to be my own
woman!"
Puts on the scarletest lippy.
Cleopatra's her eyes.
Hits the town.
Paints it red.
Ends up in a seedy
karaoke joint
G&T; in one hand
mike in the other
belting out:
"Once I was afraid...
I was petrified. . !"
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Friday night, half five. Offices, factories,
fish docks, shops’d unload…
Pan-stick applied, lippy, slap, fresh scent…
ancient Brits in finest 'warpaint' woad.
Oxford Bags, double breasted jacket, 10 ****
Brilliantine and Brylcreem.
The Hull to Withernsea train stood ready
with a full head of steam.
The preened, the pummed - the chancers, romancers…
loves young dreamers, the loved up dancers - .
Laden with laughter, the Friday night
‘With’ Special lurches out of Hull…
15 miles of glistening steel…
an escape route from the drudge, the cludge,
to ‘Crazy Night’ chances of a naughty weekend.
It’s anything but dull…
Paragon to Scullcoates,
Southcoates & Marfleet
the carriages already full to burstin’
and the wackiness awaits.
Hedon Speedway, Rye Hill
and Burstwick trundling by…
Hedonists through Hedon’s Gate
sleepy Patrington, Hollym… With!
Piling off the platform toward digs
and guest house fun, stuffed weekend bags…
A thruppeny bit to the sack truck boy
and one of your precious ****
We’re carousing down the street,
half the city must be here
and the feeling… well it’s reet!
Gagging for a beer - but first…
“Ooh, Mr & Mrs Smith is it?”…
the landlady asks with a knowing wink.
Bags in, **** out - into The Alex for a drink…
before tripping to The Queen’s and 'Crazy Night!'
Tuppence and a jam jar (don’t ask) gets you in
and it’s mayhem - out of sight!
What a din! Lively band, cheap drinks… what a night!
Girls giggle in gaggles,
dancing round their bags…
The lads... a beer, a laugh, a leer
and passing round the ****
The whole of Hull turns out in our With
on a summer’s Friday night.
1935… the town’s throbbing…
will it, ever again, see the like?
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC