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2009 Poetry Theme Challenges#15 Seeing Red |
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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. Happy quilling Jem XXXX |
Seeing Red |
Maryse AchongIt 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?. back to list |
Divena Collins (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.  Quote 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 ----- 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. ----- 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. back to list |
Lorainne DafneyEach 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 back to list |
Jem Farmer 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. ----- 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. back to list |
Ryter Roethical 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. ----- 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. ----- 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. back to list |
Nia Wynne 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. ----- 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. back to list |
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