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2009 Poetry Theme Challenges

#15 Seeing Red




This is a challenge for your skills of observation and description. The quest is for writes about things you see that are red. It could be something as beautiful as a rose, as sweet as a tomato or as ordinary as a red hankerchief.

Now there is a twist to this challenge; if you want to take an extra challenge, try to not mention the name of the object in your poem or title. The purpose is to make you use all your senses.

Inspirations


Happy quilling

Jem
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Seeing Red
Challenge Replies



Maryse Achong

'Nuff Said

Divena Collins

Red Indian Nation
Red Sky
Red Wine

Lorainne Dafney

Red Ribbons

Jem Farmer

Rose Red
Royal Visit

Ryter Roethicle

Autumnal Breath
Red Painted House
Vindaloo

Nia Wynne

Royal Beauty
Spice is Nice



Maryse Achong

'Nuff Said

It makes my blood boil, I see red,
I get a head-ache right away;
And with each passing day, I dread
Reading the news; instead I pray
Our youth who've gone astray will tread
A new path. What more can I say?.

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Divena Collins

Red Indian Nation



(The Winds Of Change)

The Apache brave stood strong and tall
he was the greatest of them all,
for love and loyalty to his Indian race
as he rode to war, with painted face.
he fought for Arizona, his tribes own land
his name Geronimo, he led the band.

There were plenty wounded,blood did flow
but he rode on, with arrow and bow.
It was their home, it was their right,
but still they lost the bloody fight,
conditional surrender to General Crook
the fight had ended, the land they took.

Taken away from his dwelling place
Geronimo along with his Chiricahua race,
to obey the laws of the generals men
signed and sealed, by a feather quill pen
they promised, he`d return after two years
a peaceful reservation with no more fears.

Promises were broken, the white man lied
a prisoner for twenty years, before he died.
so this was how the west was won,
with bow and arrow against fearful gun,
but Geronimo`s spirit will stay alive,
for the Apache nation, that now survive.



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They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they never kept but one; they promised not to take our land, and they did.

Mahpiua Luta "Red Cloud" Oglala Lakota

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Red Sky At Night



A red sky at night is the shepherds delight,
and bright sunny mornings, there are sure to be,
to see a red sunset on a warm calm night,
beautiful sight to enhance, true lovers harmony
harmonious notes, music warms to a red sunlight
and sunlights shadows, depict a haunting melody.

Red sky`s in the morning, when the shepherds arise
scanning the sky`s, for their prediction yet again,
and they, once again turn their eyes to the skies,
the skies are red, natures sign of morning rain,
raining once again, as the air breathes a sigh
a reddened sky spans across earths domain.

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Red Wine



I drink to you a full hearty glass,
From a flask of red ruby port wine,
I have mine, and yours I would pass,
But alas, I fear, to have drunk thine.
I feel fine, I`m a good strong lass
Do not ask me to dine, I decline

Red Wine, oh how I love you so,
though you make me feel so bad
I had too much, my head did blow
Now know, that I was such a cad.
And glad that you have got to go.
Although you were the best I had.

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Lorainne Dafney

Store Front

Each day
they passed her and
giggled as young boys will
daydreaming how they would kiss her
red lips

Red lips
rubies behind
glass, untouched, silent, pure
stands the lady in red waiting
for them

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Jem Farmer

Rose Red



Her beauty hides behind the rose's thorn,
the promised love revealed on claret lips,
to catch her gentle kiss on fingertips,
in scarlet ink; my love forever sworn.
The trails of passion in spirals adorn
a wreath of love, and garlands dress her hair,
my broken heart can heal as thoughts repair
in scarlet ink; my love forever sworn.
My shadowed hopes lay cast aside; forlorn
the ivy dreams of summer's sunshine heat,
my rose shall bloom as petals gently meet
in scarlet ink; my love forever sworn.
Her beauty hides behind the roses thorn,
in scarlet ink; my love forever sworn.

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Royal Visit



The scarlet path that waits for royal feet,
The finest crimson weave and softest pile,
A bouquet welcomed with a fleeting smile,
Her visit considered a regal treat.
The gathered crowd of watchers cheer to greet,
Her hand that waftures, gloved in purest white,
A moment's glimpse to sate the briefest sight,
Her visit considered a regal treat.
With grace and majesty, the day complete,
Her duty met the love and trust between
A faithful nation and their loyal Queen,
Her visit considered a regal treat.
The scarlet path that waits for royal feet,
Her visit considered a regal treat.

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Ryter Roethical

Autumnal Breath



A cooling breath steals the leaves As the leaves change over to yellow. This mellow scene makes me grieve But leaves me feeling as though I should know that long autumn eves And believe in time warmth will follow.

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Red Painted House



In a red painted house
in a clashous colours painted street
see them exist (or something)
no-one agreeing
or knowing about their art.
in spite of this
they insist on expressing their cubism
their Picasso faces staring out
on a world of Boulet.
on the wall
a slanted picture
of a green faced Chinese girl hangs
looking down at them
like an oriental Mona Lisa.

Next door the Rembrandt's listen
to a cacophony of sound
like an 18 year old
in his 1980 Ford
the base/volume wound fully up
the intelligence wound completely down
neither hearing the message
nor caring about the content
fate continues to play
and only when deaf
will they wish they had heard life
and enjoyed it's music.

Here is conglomerate of artistic madness
as the buffoon
casually turns over life's tarot.

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Vindaloo



How bitter must love taste
Before it is spat out
Now red seeds lie on the plate
Once hot yet flavourless
But once before
When there was a fire
With a heat that burnt
Lesser men
There was a taste of manna
You were heaven sent
When you cooled.
There was naught
And my plate
Is pushed away.

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Nia Wynne

Red Sky At Night



you are the red in the salads I eat, the eating of which is so discrete.
I discretely lay down my fork to spoon the heat of me over you.
and you make the ginger snaps I baked look like cookie dough all over again,
mixed with honey and wine, so divine.
my divine ecstasy is to be taken with hot curry in my mouth and you under my hips.
the lips that taste of curry are those that nip like a dervish over my skin,
yet blush from the painting they have created, cumin to my desire.
coriander above my fire and linger till done, savoring every flavor we've begun.
remove my turmeric from the cupboard and make art of love.

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Royal Beauty



Royal beauty that flies with Cardinals wings
Whose wings delight noon's day bright
And bright songs heard, in forest rings,
Crimson rings a heart with love's light
Such light fills the skies and by sun brings
A thought that brought a flower to a lovers night.

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