Scoundrel Poems - Poems about Scoundrel

so many smiles have pierced my passions speared by dazzling white so much dear flesh resolved to warm me midst those moonlight nights for ne’er should once I take for granted dreams that madness might … but I have been a scoundrel and I broke a heart … or two with aims quite chivalrous and kindly pride worn on my sleeve I stumbled through the...

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“I weep at his words and you scowl.” “what could be so troublesome my dear that reading such, you’d shed a tear?” “He writes of love quite flowery sly hints about my dowry. “Of a love he lost in the distant gloom.” “of love notes tinged with another's perfume.” ....

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This is the story of poor old Jimmy Carew, He worked for the brewery and drank special brew. Jimmy drove the horse and trap with a twinkle in his eye Loaded with beer – its destination: ‘The Golden Butterfly’. Poor old Jimmy, his life was rather rough Poor old Jimmy, got his girlfriend up the duff. Her dad weren’t too thrilled,...

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Grandpa Francesco Proia, from Caserta, Italia, a clever stowaway in the bowels of the ship bringing him to Ellis Island, Feb. 4, 1905. Gruff ways, often snarling a guttural “Huh,” a lack of English, never-ending hand gestures, made me fearful of him. But awestruck I was with the romantic notion of his stowing away. Bootlegging homemade vino during Prohibition – another plus as he captured my imagination as un farabutto –...

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He is a scoundrel, a mutt, a con-man, a sleaze. Keep talking I think. I love bad boys! He’ll hurt you, he will not fit in, he is the worst. I could find something off the street better than that for you. Sure, you know me better than I know myself. He has a horrible reputation. He will break your heart; he...

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The moon rose quick to kiss the east And blushed its cheeks in rosy rhyme Drew back the starry-curtained feast And made the reach his bloody crime O clean...

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He rode into town on a big white horse Showing he was serious of course We were amazed and amused Many maidens gave a deep sigh And married women thought I know not why We smiled among ourselves Is he a prince, a rogue or a king? We knew it was something to later be seen. We talked about him for days and...

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He’s no one’s favorite She cannot leave him alone Loving who she loves...

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Yes, my good friend, I am a pirate, a rogue, a lone wolf Irritated, I howl, snarl, and I yell. Fortunately very few know this about me To you I am sincere, unassuming, and sweet Oh, yes, a darling one Until I feel duped, double-crossed, or hurt That is when the real me comes out with guns blazing, blades swinging Lasers shoot...

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My early twenties found me oft' a cad - A scoundrel, nonchalant and fancy-free, So casual of sweet hearts and a tad ... ...

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I'm a scoundrel, thru-and-thru please don't fall, whate'er you do no libel mine, should pain ensue withdraw your heart should passion start what I want's not within but...

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You're so interesting I could listen to you forever... I feel so very lucky you are truly my treasure! I wasn't looking, she walked into my line of vision. Being here with you dear, is truly my best decision. Those pants fit you perfect, you couldn't possibly look better! Yes of course my dear, they look fantastic with that sweater Oh...

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Appetites belie intelligence Heat the quantum furnace Furious bellows endure the excitement Behold...! Can you not hear the rumble brewing? Butchers trained To spin the looms Tailors primed To know a good cut when they see one Everybody washes their hands We have a guest! Creator? How are you this fine evening? -- Denizens imbibe libations Chase the dreams of spirits Curious followers beckon the light Beware...! Can you not see the trouble...

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A thousand scoundrel winds may scream, And howl the storm-laden night The Himalayan winds may roar, With their fury, with their might And speak as much or little truth As those who think they know The wise professions of the learned; - A gale wind,...

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By Elton Camp Always true, it surely ain’t One who dies was a saint Everyone loved him so Friends want all to know A smile always on his face A fellow whom all embrace He never did a single wrong Or so goes the familiar song Though we see him no more He stands on a celestial shore Real opinion they never tell “I’ve no...

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