The lady floated with the lamp
Attended to a jaundiced tramp
He slipped away despite her stamp
She fell upon her knees
She stumbled on in laddered tights
The nip that comes from working nights
A mountain view and fear of heights
She fell upon her knees
With love she had a rocky ride
Her so called beau is super snide
Another dent in fading pride
She fell upon her knees
A star that twinkles lost full beam
A nap replaced her wildest dream
A ninja of the silent scream
She fell upon her knees
The lady found some space to think
A brand new notepad pleads for ink
Discarding every fear and kink
She rose up from her knees
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Author:
peto (
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Hi Peto , I really like your writing .. like how you have started the poem wjth mention of the lady and the lamp as if this lady has a nice caring energy to her
Especially like the ending verse
The lady found some space to think
A brand new notepad pleads for ink
Discarding every fear and kink
She rose up from her knees
Lovely way to end the poem
And that comment is a lovely way to start my day
Thank you Violet
Much obliged
I love the writing (as always) but the ending blew me away...Great job!!
Thank you Christina
Always positive always appreciated
Means a lot to me
Gratitude
That brand new notebook made her rise. Perfect. Not even afraid of the blank page. Nice write hood read
PS/- I’m on my fifth reference book and an no closer to deciphering those ladder pants. I mean they gotta be better than a shirt skirt but that’s all I got.??
Thank you Bobby
Tights are hosiery, similar to stockings
Panty hose
When torn they tend to look like a ladder
Appreciated as always
The 411 delivered. Your on a roll w that hit line after line chasing the rhyme climbing that Newly constructed Spandex Ladder to the Big Time!
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