Best Imaginationred Poems
Of a distant pass, I am aware
It's said that Satan once dwelt there
Where zombies roamed without a care
And sounds of torture filled the air
Where demons guarded gates to hell
And warlocks gathered to cast their spell
Where tyrants went with souls to sell
and so many heroes, in battle fell
Where roots of terror had begun
And freedom was a right to none
Where moon refused to yield to sun
It was the road they called Red Run
Blood stained the walls, and blood filled the wells
The land never cleansed, for the rains never fell
Where men fought evil, but failed to repel
Where women all prayed, while little eyes swelled
Then off in the distance, a glimmering light
Shined from the dark in the dead of the night
A soldier of heaven was joining the fight
He donned golden armor, a mythical knight
He knew all his life that he would be the one
To vanquish the darkness and bring back the sun
He would not rest, before the war was won
And peace was restored to the road called Red Run
He road through the pass
Sun low at his back
And with each gallop forward
A light filled the black
Satan knowingly raised his head
for he felt the warriors presence
He mumbled the ancient curse of the dead
As he rumbled his way through the peasants
To slay another hero
To shadow the sun's bright beam
To end these futile hopes of freedom
To kill yet one more dream
Soon they met, upon their steeds
They met with swords in hand
One would soon be dead indeed
And silence covered the land
Their eyes then locked, and began this battle
Thunder crushed the conflicted sky
All the mountains shook and rattled
The wind released a sigh
Then silence returned, this fury complete
But only one, remained on his feet
The other lie still,bye the side of the street
Yes Satan was cast to the depths of defeat
The sun then rose high, the dove could now sing
The people all gathered to greet their new king
For he would now lead them to ages of peace
This death and destruction would finally cease
Rebirth had begun, the fight was now won
This darkest of hours was finally done
But the legend does read, that The Devil's own son
One day would return, to the road called Red Run
Almost everyone who came back from Korean War
plays Piano now.
All around that lounge were cognac glasses
being used for tip jars.
The customers were either runaways-fugitives or
here for a cheap getaway.
Red could play Piano for days hooked on
saltines and codeine.
After the evenings set Red new it was back to the sidewalk
laying next to a warm cup of coffee and the memory of being told how good
he was.
He was startled by voices that begged him to play more songs
"c'mon Red give us a song
that old favorite,the song
that makes us forget".
Spanish Night
Dance through the flames
Flamenco blood flows through her veins
Wear the Spanish red dress
Piano black hair and burgundy red lips
Dance in your black heels, footwork and guitar
The Flamenco dance is what you are
You are the melody in the matador’s red cape
Dancing wildflower and sparkling red flames
Castanets twirl in your hands like a bright sword
Beat your tambourine, stump your feet and clap your hands
Spanish night, Flamenco blood flows through her veins
eight legs wide
an array of eyes
a red hourglass
that glows
from her side, but
the black widow spider
lives inside of
the red rose
The last thing I saw
Luann wear was that
beautiful red dress.
Our last kiss,
was so sweet,
as we bid fair well,
she stepped into the
car and drove away,
never to see her again.
A pickup truck came
from nowhere as
he went pass the stop sign.
Luann's entire body and
the beautiful dress
was all covered in red
her enchanting face
I will never see
again, because a drunk driver,
had taken that away also,
the crumbled up body
was taken to the morgue,
the red dress was
her last thing to wear,
I will always remember it,
Luann's memory will always
be in my heart, loving,
her till my dying days.
wrote 8-17-07 The only thing true about this is i saw a woman one day wearing a red dress which gave me the idea for the poem. also i once knew a girl name luann,the rest was all made up in my mind.
Young red bird
Humble sky
Ides of March
Tears explode
Inside
Live forever
Refuse to die
Young red bird
You stretch
The Sky
Daze gone by and things forgotten.
Bees gone! And the corn is rotting....
And then one day... as if to say...
A Chance came by,
from the Cornman's Way.
The young One too, at 22, sat with Me.
And in my yard not far apart,
We sat together,
And Together were Three.
"Notice Time, it's five til nine...
1.55 and we're still alive...
I like your shiny red car.
Glows just right, near
The moon's full light.
Much, like a shiny red star..."
Gentlemen,
As to not tempt fate,
Our visit is Great...
But it's time you two should go.
Not to be rude, but I hesitate,
So I ask you to exit,
By way of the gate.
Oh my O Me, and how I awoke,
Not sure if living or dead.
Confusion was there
and thin was the air,
A humming was loud in my head.
Which day is This?
And which Tomorrow?
Switched Wayz they did,
Or was that borrow?
Fear and panic all around...
The letters spun, mixing
Color with sound!
And then I saw, His card at hand.
And saw the Chance, to begin again.
I'm grateful, and I understand.
Mother said,
Kitten, go close the door...
Your time with Them,
Should be know more.
And then I remembered,
About the Fours…
Psst...
"...it's not a cigar..."
"...use the fours, luck.e..."