With a hey and a ho and a txtng to-and-fro
It was a lover and his lass
with a hey and a ho and a texting to and fro
that o'er the sidewalks smiling pass
with ringtones, with ringtones,
with dotty ditty ringtones
while cellphones ring
hi! tingalingaling,
sweet lovers love a ring.
It was that cool dude and his chick
with a hey and a ho and a texting to and fro
swopping tunes and sharing pix
with ringtones, with ringtones
with dotty ditty ringtones
and all the birds
txt lv ya bf wrds
sweet lovers love a ring
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
In the Middle of a Crowd
Today I was in the middle of a crowd and that when I heard her. Her sweet voice filtered out all the cell phones with the different ringtones. All the voices of the people from a businessman making a million dollar deal to a toddler having a tantrum because his mom won't buy him a juice-box. Her voice even may the barking dogs bark mute and the birds chirping song silent and her voice was the only one my ears heard. In the middle of a crowd is where I wrote this poem because the lady's voice I heard was poetry.
Ditty Wah Ditty
(arthur blake)
Theres a great big mistery
And it sure is worrying me
Its a ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went out and walked around
Somebody yelled, now whos in town ?
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Some little girl bout four-feet-four
Said, come on, papa, and gimme some mo
Your ditty wah ditty
Your ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went to church, put my hat on the seat
A lady sat on it and said, daddy you sho is sweet
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I said, sister, Ill soon be gone
Just give me that thing that youre sitting on
My ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Then I got put outta the church
cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
song performed by by Ry Cooder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
It was a Lover and his Lass
IT was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crown`d with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
poem by William Shakespeare
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Back Seat Bus Culture
Back Seat Bus Culture,
Draws me towards it like khakis to a vulture.
And they don’t need no plead to indulge ya’
Coz these kids they got phones and ringtone clays to sculpture
They Press play; Say ‘We’re too tired of this silence
And be quiet while we let of our musical sirens
Coz all day we behave to grey faced, teacher Tyrants
No getting stoned, just ringtones, forget violence’.
Ok I have ears but these ‘musical sirens’?
Can I request that your breath speaks of Byron?
‘More street’ you say, then try Armitage, Simon
Coz they has idea’s but got a pen to apply them.
Thanks say the kids, your words taste like those Stella’s
While the girls lick their lips at their track suited fella’s
With all due respect we don’t mean to indulge ya,
But were onto some new stuff, it’s called Back Seat Bus Culture.
poem by Jackson Worth
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
5 Pm On The 56
Five o’clock on the fifty-six,
A mix
Of humanity on board
On Essex Road.
Some half-asleep and meditating,
Hesitating
Just before their stop
Outside the closed-down Charity Shop.
The London Paper tends to
Set the agenda
For some, while others might
Prefer London Lite
Interspersed with crude lads’ mags
Cheap rags, Harrod’s carrier bags
The office-opiated masses track
Their weary way back
To home
A few, lone
Still-awake chatterers
Batter us
With tedious conversations
About their occupations
Punctuated by time-worn, hackneyed ringtones
From mobile phones
Thought-processes have ceased to function
Approaching Dalston Junction
Zombified, the humdrum herd
Rest, interred
In their self-isolation
Of non-communication.
Sitting senselessly sedated
In unmitigated
Dullness from the drudgery of daily life,
Cowed by commercial strife
Till, disgorged as the bus
Spills its guts
They fumble their way aimlessly,
Namelessly
Over the doormats
Of their dingy maisonettes and flats.
poem by C. Richard Miles
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love Plus One
I, I went off to the right
Without saying goodbye, goodbye
Where does it go from here?
Is it down to the lake I fear?
Ay ah ah ah ah ah
Ay ah ah ah ah ah
Then I call
Ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring)
La la love plus one
Ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring)
When I call love
Give love some soul
If I may be quite so bold
Where does it go from here?
Is it down to the lake I fear?
Ay ah ah ah ah ah
Ay ah ah ah ah ah
Then I call
Ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring)
La la love plus one
Ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring)
When I call love
Love plus one
song performed by by Haircut 100
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Song (Untitled #13)
Under boughs of breathing May,
In the mild spring-time I lay,
Lonely, for I had no love;
And the sweet birds all sang for pity,
Cuckoo, lark, and dove.
Tell me, cuckoo, then I cried,
Dare I woo and wed a bride?
I, like thee, have no home-nest;
And the twin notes thus tuned their ditty, -
'Love can answer best.'
Nor, warm dove with tender coo,
Have I thy soft voice to woo,
Even were a damsel by;
And the deep woodland crooned its ditty, -
'Love her first and try.'
Nor have I, wild lark, thy wing,
That from bluest heaven can bring
Bliss, whatever fate befall;
And the sky-lyrist trilled this ditty, -
'Love will give thee all.'
So it chanced while June was young,
Wooing well with fervent song,
I had won a damsel coy;
And the sweet birds that sang for pity,
Jubileed for joy.
poem by George Meredith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ring Out , Wild Bells
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Lovers Love
the sweet escape is evermore,
enreaching our body and mind.
to live, to love, to know, to care
lovers love- lovers love.
a kiss to the lips, a heart warming hug,
the sweet embrace of your warming space
to live, to love, to know, to care
lovers love-lovers love
to have, to hold, to love
lovers love- lovers love
dreaming is our minds
wanting is our minds,
we want a love,
so gentle yet so pure.
the only love we share together as one
here, now, forever.
Lovers Love- Lovers love
poem by Darlene Belcher
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ring Of Fire
love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
bound by the wild desire
hell I fell into a ring of fire
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down down down
the flames they went higher
and it burns burns burns
that ring of fire
that ring of fire
that ring of fire
the chase of love is sweet
when hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
oh my heart went wild
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down down down
the flames they went higher
and it burns burns burns
that ring of fire
that ring of fire
that ring of fire
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down down down
the flames they went higher
and it burns burns burns
that ring of fire
that ring of fire
that ring of fire
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down down down
the flames they went higher
and it burns burns burns
that ring of fire
that ring of fire
that ring of fire
song performed by by H-BlockX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Bells Sweet Sound
Bells are pulled for lovers,
Bells sweet sound,
Bells resounding tone is for lovers.
Each stinging ring vibrates a message for the couple brought together,
They are holding hands,
Kissing
Gazing into each other’s eyes
Embracing
Knowing they will have a lyrical future together.
As each note chimes the meaning is pronounced,
I love you, our flesh will be one, our desires satiated,
Will there be children in the future?
Prosperity,
Monogyny,
Sobriety,
The bells ring an ambrosial life,
As the notes sound now each has great resonation a beautiful future.
poem by Mark Glaser
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Part-time Lover
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Dont want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If shes with me Ill blink the lights
To let you know tonights the night
For me and you my part-time lover
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing its so wrong, but feeling so right
If Im with friends and we should meet
Just pass me by, dont even speak
Know the words discreet when part-time lovers
But if theres some emergency
Have a male friend to ask for me
So then she wont peek its really you my part-time lover
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing its so wrong, but feeling so right
(repeat)
Ive got something that I must tell
Last night someone rang our doorbell
And it was not you my part-time lover
And then a man called our exchange
But didnt want to leave his name
I guess that two can play the game
Of part-time lovers
You and me, part-time lovers
But, she and he, part-time lovers
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Two Lovers
Well Ive got two lovers and I aint ashamed
Two lovers and I love them both the same
Let me tell you bout my first lover
Hes sweet and kind, hes mine all mine
He treats me good like a lover should
And makes me love him
I really really love him
Oh oh oh oh I love him so
And Ill do everything I can
To let him know
But Ive got two lovers and I aint ashamed
Two lovers and I love them both the same
Let me tell you bout my other lover
You know he treats me bad, he makes me sad
He makes me cry but still I cant deny
That I love him
I really really love him
Oh oh oh oh I love him so
And Ill do everything I can
To let him know
Oh but darling, well,
Dont you know that I can tell
Whenever I look at you
That you think that Im untrue
cause I said that I love two
But I really really do
cause youre a split personality
And in reality
Both of them are you
But Ive got two lovers and I aint ashamed
Two lovers and I love them both the same
Ive got two lovers but I aint ashamed
cause both of them are you
Ive got two lovers and I aint ashamed, no
Two lovers and I love them both the same
Ive got two lovers, two lovers
And both of them are you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Ring Them Bells
Ring them bells yea heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on it's side
And time is running backwards and so is the bride
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells!
Ring them bells Saint Peter where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
That the rush hour is now on the wheel and the plow and the sun is going down upon the sacred cow
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells Saint Martha for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that God is one
For the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled with little lost sheep
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few who would judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells for the time that flies
song performed by by Heart from Desire Walks On
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Might Have Known
I might have known
said Dotty
I might have known
you were just like
all the rest of men
but
said Brintskin
don't you but me
you slime snake
Mother always said
men weren't
to be trusted
and she was right
I should have listened to her
instead going off with men
at such a young age
but hang on there
Brintskin said
I was getting a lift
in a woman's car
after a hard day's work
sure
Dotty said
sure you were
I know women
and I know men
and what happens
when they get together
and what did she want huh?
want to show you her etchings?
no it wasn't like that at all
she just asked
did I want a lift home
after work and I said yes
Brintskin said
I bet you did
I bet you couldn't
get that word yes out
quick enough
why I bet she had her panties off
before you could blink an eye
and as usual
you had to get
caught out didn't you
and Dotty paused
for a moment
to pour a drink
and sip it
all the while
glaring at Brintskin
and he stared at her
as if she'd changed
into a bullfrog
and then she sighed
and said
well what happened?
nothing happened Sweetie
Brintskin replied
she just offered me
a lift home in her car
and I said yes please
and so she gave me a lift home
Dotty sat down
in the armchair
and crossed her legs
and Brintskin studied her thighs
as the skirt rose up
as she sat down
and Dotty said
ok so maybe I believe you
maybe what you say is true
and I am just getting
the wrong end
of the stick
you sure are
Brintskin said
following the line
of his vision
as far as his eyes
could go
and caught a glimpse
of panty line
whiter than snow.
poem by Terry Collett
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ring Of Fire
(j. carter/m. kilgore)
Love is a burnin thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
I fell into a burnin ring of fire
I went down down down and the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire
The ring of fire
I fell into a burnin ring of fire
I went down down down and the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire
The ring of fire
The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oooh but the fire went wild
I fell into a burnin ring of fire
I went down down down and the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire
The ring of fire
I fell into a burnin ring of fire
I went down down down and the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire
The ring of fire
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Rosary
Ring a Ring no Rosary
Standing in a row
Waiting for the hand to fall
God's children take a bow.
Ring a Ring no rosary
Shadow at the door
Sweat around his puffed up neck
Pain upon the floor.
Ring a Ring no Rosary
A whispered word to God
Judies, where's your mercy
From the stripping and the rod.
Ring a Ring no Rosary
Wipe away the tear.
Stained and dirty fingers
Garbing at my years.
Ring a Ring no Rosary
Now the pain is done
Christ upon his alter
Disciples in my Tomb.
poem by Alan Halford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Summer's Last Will and Testament (excerpt)
1 Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
2 Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
3 Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
4 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
5 The palm and may make country houses gay,
6 Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
7 And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
8 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
9 The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
10 Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
11 In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
12 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
poem by Thomas Nashe
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Spring, the Sweet Spring
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
poem by Thomas Nashe
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Spring, The Sweet Spring
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
poem by Thomas Nashe
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!