"ludo" poems
Should I hang with my friend who I haven't seen in a year or go meet this tinder girl?
Someone New - Hozier
I just can't put my finger on it.
something about her is goregous.
Baby Got Back - Jonathon Coulton
You're right. It's totally her ***
Ugly Faces - Watsky
Shh, spotify, be nice. It's not her fault.
Do Better - Say Anything
Okay okay, you're right. I'll bring her home.
All Time Low - Jon Bellion
Oh c'mon, She's not that bad...
Proove Me Wrong - Dub FX
Well like... her personality is pretty cute.
Some Girls Are Crazy - Echo Movement
I can't beleive I just had *** in my backseat.
Glad You Came - The Wanted
Yikes. All the girls dropped from this party. it's just gonna be me and my three dude friends.
*To Many ***** On The Dancefloor - Flight Of The Concords*
I completely agree. Should i go or just come up with a ****** excuse to leave?
*You Don't Have To Be A ********** - Flight Of The Concords*
You're right i'll leave. What should i tell them?
Working - I Fight Dragons
No i already told them i got the day off. That wouldn't work.
My Buddy's Back - Big D and The Kids Table
Oh perfect!
Sleepyhead - Passion Pit
Yeah I should go to bed.
Let me finish this poem first.
Go To Bed - Ookla The Mok
I'm stuck on this line.
What's a good word to describe Port Veritas? Like... one word?
Home - Phillip Phillips.
That's adorable... you're so right.
See You Again - Wiz Kahlifa
**** you spotify that was super uncalled for. Now i'm bummed out.
Get Over It - Ok Go
Dude. That's like super insensitive
Ungrateful - Streetlight Manifesto
No i'm not ungrateful. I love you, you just don't need to make me cry when i'm down in the dumps like that.
Lean Into The Fall - Mona
I guess you're right. Fine. Thank you.
All The Stars In Texas - Ludo
That's the nicest thing that anyones ever said to me. I like when you do that.
Like or Like Like - Miniature Tigers
Uhh, i guess like like. You're pretty much my favorite app.
R U Mine? - Arctic Monleys.
I think maybe you're moving a little fast spotify... i don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment.
I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys
This is getting weird. I'm going to bed.
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
Okay no, seriously i'm turning you off.
Don't Unplug Me - All Caps.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
flashing yellow light
loosened sandals embrace my feet
cool breese welcomes the night
as I walk an empty street
subtle sounds arouse my passion
commercials, milkshake, fashion
overhead - the next flight
to somewhere not here...
let's play - LUDO
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
I PLAY SUDOKU, CARDS AND CHESS,
BUT SUDDENLY WHAT'S MORE BECOMES LESS,
THEN, THERE'S BRIDGE, MONOPOLY AND LUDO,
WHAT'S MAYBE NEXT, I HAVEN'T GOT A CLUEDO;
MIND GAMES ARE THE WORST - JUST NUEROTIC
BUT THEY'RE NASTY, UNCALLED FOR AND DESPOTIC,
I FIELD THEM ALL LIKE ***** IN THE AIR,
I MUST CATCH, TO DROP THEM I WOULDN'T DARE,
THEN THERE WAS RUNNING, STAY IN THE RACE,
I'LL JUST HAVE TO SEE IF I CAN STAND THE PACE,
THERE'S NEVER A CROSSWORD THAT PASSES ME BY,
WHEN YOUR HAVING FUN, HOW THE TIME DOES FLY,
LIFE IS A CHARADE, GUESS WHAT COMES NEXT,
I'M NOT SURE, MAYBE HEAVEN - I'LL SEND YOU A TEXT!
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
She sat on her bed
looking out the window.
Hannah looked at
the fulling rain.
Her mother passed by
the bedroom door
and looked in.
Whit ur ye daein'?
Her mother said.
Looking at the rain,
Hannah replied.
Ye can help me
wi' the washin',
her mother said.
Do I have to help
with the washing?
Her mother stared
at her
Whit ur ye
waitin' fur?
I'm waiting
for Benedict,
Hannah said,
gazing at her
mother's stern gaze.
O heem th'
sassenach loon,
her mother said
and walked off
down the passage.
Hannah waited.
She'd was pushing
her manners close
to the limits.
Once upon a time
her mother would
have slapped her
behind for talking so,
but now at 12 years
old her mother dithered
and set her tongue
to work instead.
She eyed the rain
running down the glass.
She could hear
her mother in the kitchen
banging pots and pans.
Then a knock at the door.
Benedict no doubt.
Gie th' duir, Hannah,
her mother bellowed.
Hannah went to the door
and let Benedict in.
He was wet, his hair
clung to his head
and his clothes were damp.
Got caught
in the downpour,
he said,
shaking his head.
Hannah smiled.
I'll get you a towel
to dry your hair,
she said.
She got him a towel
from the cupboard
and he began
to rub his hair.
We can't go out in this,
Hannah said,
have to stay here
and we can play games.
He rubbed his hair dry,
took off his wet coat
and stood by her bed.
What games?
he said.
Ludo? Chess?
Draughts? She suggested.
Her mother came back
to the door of the bedroom.
Ye swatch dreich,
the mother said,
eyeing Benedict.
He looked at Mrs Scot
and then at Hannah.
Mum said you look drenched,
Hannah said.
O right, yes, I am,
he replied and smiled.
Mrs Scot didn't
smile back.
Dornt sit oan
th' scratcher,
Mrs Scot said icily.
Mum said don't sit
on the bed,
Hannah said.
Mrs Scot went
off muttering.
Where shall I sit?
He asked.
We'll sit on the floor,
Hannah said,
and play chess.
He nodded his head,
his quiff of hair
in a damp mess.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
"O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis;
obumbrata
et velata
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!"
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
If it's not the **** they keep emailing me
the police that keep tailing me
the system that's failing me
what is it then?
what can I see?
The absolute ******** they spread on the TV,
shows like Dallas or Dynasty
and god forbid it be
Jeremy Kyle because he'll be the
******* finish of me,
what is it I see?
There's a blind spot from blind Pew,
get one of those in your hand and
you're *******
On the radio where I go on
a slow night
it's all *****
Nothing new, **** all to do
minimum wage,
no wonder I'm blue.
The postman a third dan, some
judo, plays ludo with gusto and
I want to **** him for bringing me
bad news, black spots from
blind Pews of which there are many.
It'll go in the end or send me quite ******
if they stop with the **** mail and
the police tail and
let me fail
on my own.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
Niblicks
What do I know about golf?
Well,
let me see.
I know there's a club and
I think there you get tee
There's a hole with a pole
Though not from Poland, it could be.
That's commerce
There's something worse
and that's a bunker
where apparently golfers hunker
down with a frown on their face, 'til
they get out of that place.
There's a five on the fifth and a three on the first
I've read the rules and I'm fit to burst with a thirst for the game
But then I read of their *****
and call me a ****
don't think that I need
my ***** to be whacked.
So it's back to the cluedo and ludo and do you know
I'm not sorry at all.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
I'm a killer, cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper, I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town
left you love notes on their headstones
I'll fill the graveyards until I have you.
Moonlight walking, I smell your softness
carnivorous and lusting to track you down among the pines.
I want you stuffed into my mouth
hold you down and tear you open, live inside you -
love, I'd never hurt you.
But I'll grind against your bones until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly...
Oh, the horror of our love
never so much blood pulled through my veins.
Oh, the horror of out love... never so much blood
I wake in terror, blackbirds screaming
dark cathedrals spilling midnight on the altars
I'm your servant, my immortal
pale and perfect, such unholy heaving -
the statues close their eyes, the room is changing
break my skin and drain me.
Ancient language, speak through fingers
the awful edges where you end and I begin
inside your mouth I cannot see -
there's catastrophe in everything I'm touching
as I sweat I crush you.
And I hold your beating chambers until they beat no more
you die like angels sing...
Oh, the horror of our love
never so much blood pulled through my veins.
Oh, the horror of out love... never so much blood
You're a ghost love, nightgown flowing
your body blue and walking along the continental shelf
you are a dream among the sharks
beautiful and terrifying, lit and restless
we dance in dark suspension.
And you bury me in the ocean floor beneath you
where they'll never hear us scream
Oh, the horror of our love
never so much blood pulled through my veins.
Oh, the horror of out love... never so much blood
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
Few lines Inspired by lyrics from Ludo & Imogen Heap.
What’s this?
You don’t understand?
Let me explain; let me fuel your mind…
Let the memories you so quickly shut out turn on the lights.
And as you sleep with soundless dreams
Do not underestimate me!
I will push and shove until I sink through your skin…. grinding against your bones until our marrows mix.
As you can see, I was not ready to let go.
You didn’t notice?
Yet you couldn’t wait to slip through the cracks of us.
I was so wrapped up in you, oh so much tighter than your drugs ever were and ever will be.
Trying to show you how much higher I could take you.
You always liked taking chances, take a chance on me!
No?
I guess second best is always okay.
I guess all my dreams that now sit at the bottom of that stupid tide pool, are there for an eternity of resting.
While the shattered pieces of us cut me with every “could have been”.
Have I hit the brain yet? How about the memories? CAN YOU HEAR ME?
It’s been a few minutes, it’s a miracle how you haven’t, with your hideous curse of soundless dreams and silent sleeps. Does it worry you, that late at night, when I get lonely I sink into your dreams?
LISTEN!
You’re always so perfect when you sleep.
Please, let me soak a little deeper in.
We all have something that digs at us, let me dig at you!
Just let me dig too deep and HAVE to stay in this memory.
THIS ONE. I found it!
You promised to never forget this moment.
It’s dusty…
You buried it.
You hid it, and me, beneath electric clouds and a wasteland of pain.
How could you?
How dare you?
Am I disturbing your slumber?
I’m twisting the very wires of your brainwork.
I will make you remember if I have to.
Don’t tempt me.
****
My new, significant other, has woken up in the bed beside my body.
I should get back.
Just know I’d rather swim in your worst nightmares then bathe in my most pleasant dreams… just to swim with you.
ILoveYou.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
I need that disaster,
that chaos which runs through my head and the faster it goes the better I like it,the madness of mayhem that flows from my brain stem is all that I need,feed me flights of sheer fantasy,show me the sights of calamity and let me climb down into the tree with Alice.
If I'm Shot through with lunacy like a candy stick I will be,licked into infinity to play with eternity quick games of whist,twist,ludo and who knows the score when one is mad to the core and the maggots of knowledge are eating your brains.
How boring I'd be if I was just me,
but I'm not
I am Napoleon,Leonardo,Joan of Arc and Tristan da cunha..yes, I can be an island, in the crazy of my land it's possible to be,
the Island,the sea,the shore and much more.
There is trickery in the madness of lunacy,to some I'm quite sane,then again so are they,nothing's as grey as the black in the white within the light of a lunatic's day.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 5:47 AM UTC
Lydia
wants to go
out skipping
her skip-rope
but there's rain
coming down
outside of
her window
Gloria
her sister
is snoring
on the bed
behind her
her boyfriend
(Gloria's)
is asleep
beside her
mouth open
in a wide
oval shape
her brother
Hem is out
getting wet
good job too
she muses
watching rain
pouring down
she wonders
if Benny
is outside
(he's the boy
in the flat
whom she likes
both of them
9 years old)
she goes out
from her room
passes down
the passage
and opens
the front door
and looks out
at the rain
the milkman
shelters out
in the door
of the man
with the large
boxer dog
LYDIA
Benny calls
out to her
from the high
balcony
of the flats
where he lives
she sees him
he's waving
come on up
he bellows
I'll get wet
if I come
she replies
go along
by the side
up the stairs
he tells her
she hadn't
thought of that
so she runs
by the flats
by her own
up the stairs
and along
the narrow
balcony
where Benny
is waiting
watching rain
falling down
what you doing?
she asks him
nothing much
he replies
what about
playing chess
in the flat?
he asks her
don't know how
she replies
what about
Ludo then?
seems boring
can't we play
something else?
she asks him
you can be
Mrs Earp
the wife of
Wyatt Earp
Benny says
and help me
shoot badmen
in gun fights
she agrees
and they go
in the flat
where his mum
is making
mincemeat pie
just playing
at cowboys
Benny says
to his mum
his mother
nods her head
smiling at
Lydia
the small thin
girl who looks
underfed
with dull hair
flowing down
from her head.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Ingrid hid
her cut thumb
behind her
a plaster
still ******
held in place
the sliced skin
her father
in his chair
her mother
out working
night cleaning
offices
where you been?
he asked her
been playing
she replied
and who with?
he asked her
with Benny
she told him
just playing
her father stared
hard at her
I’ve told you
not with him
he uttered
just playing
games with him
she told him
what game's that?
he asked her
watching her
how she stood
her eyes large
and fearful
played Ludo
in the flat
Ingrid lied
(Benny taught
her how to
create lies)
her father
grabbed her arm
near to him
and pulled her
close to him
and what's this?
cut my thumb
she replied
fearfully
playing games?
he asked her
she nodded
no words came
too frightened
dam liar
he whispered
and hit her
backside hard
with his hand
and she cried
in his flat
below hers
young Benny
watched TV
unaware
above him
young Ingrid
was weeping
in her bed
all alone
letting out
a painful
haunting moan.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
A sleepy Hollow bucket of dream
Splashes zig zag blankets
Cuckoos clock
Blazing ride and sharing saddles
Some secret wine eyes
Telling lies
Under Twinkling sky
Don’t ask me why?
Gazing from the beauty of wild
Whole night…bonfiring heart and
Snakes and ladders…
We play inside the dream…
Ladders and Venom
Venom and ladders
Going hand and hand
While night flipping Ludo in our eyes
Singing like a beautiful shadows of coloring wintery monsoon…
Unlocking clouds of love
Taking twice a break
Under snake lake!
Shhh
Cheers!!!
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
You are alone or with family...
What means is if you are living happily,
Many things to do... but having no idea
Let's do things randomly,
Managing your time handsomly,
Getting into fights with sibling...
Leave it with fun... don't act angrily,
You are alone or with family...
Act patiently.
I know...
No one is around to fun,
Night spent long...
Wating for the sun,
Try some household work...
Think what to do after its done,
Nothing is there in mobile these days...
Time is just keeping you stun,
Reading a book... Playing Ludo!
The happiness is different when its won.
BY Sanmeet K Sethi
@sks__quotes
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 7:35 AM UTC