Best In The Red Poems
The full moon lit up the night sky
A wisp of cloud passed it by
To add to an eerie atmosphere
As if something gruesome might appear.
The gates to the graveyard groaned in the wind
As did the groans of the grave stones twinned
And the night demons were on the prowl
As the wolf cried out with a harrowing howl.
In the chapel attic a light appeared
And the girl in the red dress everyone feared
Was staring out with blood shot eyes
As the living dead heed her cries.
The door slams open, a priest appears
Holding a silver cross that the demon fears
As the holy water burns the skin
Of a possessed soul steeped in sin.
The ghoulish corpses to the girls demands
Descend on the chapel, as the devil commands
And the sweating brow of the terrified priest
Does little to ward off the devils beasts.
Reciting Latin, the priest persists
As the decomposed bodies in the graveyard mist
Aim to transform him into one of them
So he keeps reciting over and over again.
The girl morphs into the devils form
But the priest refuses to conform
And so with a scream the girl is thrust
Way up high, as she continues to cuss.
‘Lord save this soul’ the priest declares
‘Release this soul from this evil affair
And with this water I purify thee!’
And with that, in an instant, the devil did flee.
It is said that the girl did not perish
But became a nun of the local parish
And yet on every full moon night
It is rumoured that the nun was nowhere in sight.
And so tonight, as you lay in your bed
If you think this chapel is somewhere else instead
Beware as the full moon glows
That the girl in the red dress never shows!!
Paranormal Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Robert James Liguori
29th December 2021
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It was never her choice,
to be into the red gallows.
Body sold in the witching hour,
forsaking her hemorrhaged soul,
she moves on.
Twitching in pain,
trembling limbs,
scars of yesterday’s lust,
squashing the very being out of her,
yet she bounces back in the morning.
A wife and a mother,
her own choice,
her only aberration,
falling in love with a man,
who placed her under the red light,
with harrowing nights.
Just for the livelihood of her family,
which her man should have given,
she sold herself every day.
The lusty eyes,
that could have grazed upon the innocent,
she cools that lust off,
at the cost of her nights.
Today she is at crossroads,
her man being bludgeoned to death.
She ran from one hospital to another,
with her mate writhing in pain.
God – speed said few of her clan,
from the crimson gallows.
Succumbed he did,
with the setting sun.
Disowned by society,
and now by protectors of law too,
She stood there perplexed.
Benumbing silence engulfed her,
She held two arms tight,
better or worse life would enfold,
unaware, unperturbed she stood there,
a defying silence,
chilling the soul.
It was not her choice,
to be pushed into the red gallows,
now with two innocent souls,
walking along by her side,
On these roads!
@Chitra Arun
May 2022
endless needles whisper ignited damnation
slaughtered under brightest stars of desirable defeat
defound thy gripe,moan of lifeless faults
repentive to sane salvage,refuse the sanity one own beheld
prone and self contended,tonight and again clouds infidel with vibrant devilcast
foilated against luminous display,thy fed less shards of faith
tranquil mirror sink through the pane and fall a finite forced to please to jagged mourning.
striving and misting in a language of thy path
each shattered piece devour a piece of place
each piece confuse a childhood visionary
sadism gas ove over confined depression
settle angst with mixed lonely tears
depurify
epidemic wast thy living on the shaded crust
water liquidizing developing upon a cup "famined damned"
arsenic pseudoes faith,young youth demise to the other side of the moon's siren
emotion amplify reality recogning into the breathless nightmare
disgraced by god,fallen to a nether which blossoms thy intramurl echo
thy rest infinityly with the fallen and blaze the progression of further soul...
gulls shriek their gullness
across my field of silence
morning ripens into Monday
and the dance begins,
cars whizz into traffic jams, doors slam
the world coming in and going out,
dogs bark their allegiance, the morning's Halleluyah chorus
still singing their bird song as if nothing else
mattered,
it was a good weekend, now locked into the
trunk of memories, I apologized to you,
perhaps already forgiving myself for being
the girl in the red dress, confident and
tearing out your eyes with the lust of longing,
I was young and filled with the arrogance
of red,
an open flower for hungry tongues
you didn't know me
then, when my cheeks were soft
as petals
and my stride was long-legged
we missed a lifetime together
and the days are shorter now.
To the young lady I shagged on the bed
Sorry my bank account was so in the red
My checkbook had bounced
When on you I pounced
Dearie, better to be in the red than dead.
Written April 21, 2022
BURIED IN THE RED SEA
The armies of God’s people had left Egypt’s land,
They’d seen the mighty power of God’s outstretched hand.
But soon there on the journey they then looked behind,
Saw Pharoah’s mighty army, and fear came to mind.
They cried out then to Moses, “Now what shall we do?”
“Stand still--see God’s salvation, for He’ll lead you through.”
The waters of the Red Sea were parted that day,
And all of Pharoah’s army were then washed away!
They’re buried in the Red Sea, they’d see them no more,
Now they were free forever on that other shore.
The enemy was conquered through God’s saving power;
They’re buried in the Red sea in that victory hour!
The armies of the devil had conquered my life,
I lived in shame and sorrow, in turmoil and strife.
But then I came to Jesus, said, “What must I do?”
“Stand still, see My salvation, and I’ll lead you through.”
And then right there before me He made clear the way:
A cross that He had died on, my sin debt to pay;
The blood there from it flowing that He shed for me
Drowned all of Satan’s armies there in that red sea!
They’re buried in the Red Sea, I’ll see them no more!
Forgiven and forgotten on God’s holy shore!
Now no more condemnation, by grace I’m set free!
He cleansed and justified me on Mount Calvary!
Some times now in my new life I falter and fail,
I let all of those armies of past life prevail.
I cry in desperation, “Lord what can I do?”
“Stand still, see My salvation, I’ll not forsake you!”
I cry out for forgiveness from all of my sin,
He cleanses me and fills me with joy once again.
And just to reassure me, He says to my past,
“As far as east from west now it ever is cast!”
They’re buried in the Red Sea, I’ll not see again
The failures He’s forgiven, the times that I’ve sinned.
Oh, what a great salvation! Forever I’m free;
I’ll praise Him up in heaven for eternity!
This poem inspired by a speaker at Teen Camp Meeting, Murfreesboro, TN, March, 2006, and music has been written to it.
he has cart gifts and toys
for girls and boys
he was nices
didn't think twice
to repect mom and dad
you'll be glad
as he ride and toot and hes cute
THE
FAT MAN IN THE RED SUITE
Eloquently blushy rosy cheeks clad
Beautiful silken hair,coloured red,
Are tied to a bun;
Which are long if undoned.
Bright eyes with hopes within
Smooth sound of her breathin
Dressed in red sheath gown,
Which fell very well down.
Beauty was in her glance
I every bit of stance
She was a dream, real
Which seemed hard to deal.
Several hearts skipped a beat
For her beauty to treat,
They crave for her,and
They yearn for her hand.
A couple soon to be said newly wed,
yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back
to swear the vow inside th’old shack,
quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread;
A reek awaftin’ out a country shed
left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack,
the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack
discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head;
Well…, they ‘was a murder in the red barn,
an absence none—nor husband—could explain,
’til—guess,—what befell the fair lady’s kin?:
’twas a strange dream th’unwound the twisted yarn.
On that farm, packed ‘nside a sack o’ grain,
a body lay stuffed deep down ’n’a storage bin—
she had a shape
it would bake a cake
she was neat
was aye treat
yo can bet
she didn't look amess
the
LADY IN THE RED DRESS
Oh my what do I see
We keep repeating the same misery
We push ourselves to the brink
Only to find ourselves in the red
We work our fingers too the bone
Heaven is a place we call home
Is it to much to catch a brake
Our prayers fall upon deaf ears
The struggle is less because of love
Don't get me wrong we have enough
We've got to save for the little things
Or Their lives will pass us bye
Maybe believe
We will find out at the end
The troubles and the triumphs
It's all the same my friend
So you keep moving along
One step for the night
Rest your head my weary friend
It will be alright
Oh my we tell ourselves
It will be ok just wait a week
Friday comes and goes away
The end of the day we are still the same
Troubles come in three they say
The time for work is all no play
Can we climb from the cavern below
Or are we spiraling out of control
The struggle is less because of love
Don't get me wrong we have enough
We've got to save for the little things
Or Their lives will pass us bye
Maybe believe
We will find out at the end
The troubles and the triumphs
It's all the same my friend
So you keep moving along
One step for the night
Rest your head my weary friend
It will be alright
Maybe believe
We will find out at the end
The troubles and the triumphs
It's all the same my friend
So you keep moving along
One step for the night
Rest your head my weary friend
It will be alright
The girl in the red barrette
Silently walking downtown
Lifting her hair over top
To watch it slide down
Russell Sivey
he comming soon
under the moon
he's a old goon
with the toy bloons
so stay tune
listen for his toot
he the
FAT MAN WITHE THE RED SUIT
gilded and blooming
from the red room days go by
panoramic views
songs all the summer
forest green from my windows
divers birds converge
velvet nights rose dawns
as all the world passes by
life is tinged with red
Outfitting himself for wrestling
he sneared at the smiling gentlmen in the locker roomI wanna see how I could not be perfect
see ya'll guy think everything is easy and getting up early
and doing the thing makes you
qualified to be champion.
Snarls the Old man against the the Pretty Guys
Women love em: and the Ladies wanna
get wiff em.
You son's of es: I worked my ass off getting butts in the seats
I wrestled in a horse stable when we couldn't fill the areanas.
We wrestled at an old abandoned mine
when we couldn't get the fans interested.
then when the crwds picked up
you Sissy es come along and take the spotlight from under us.
I heard you say the Dusk Stalwart was
grion Old and stiff around the collar.
I heard you man: I heard it all.
He's got his gear tonight man,
he's here tonight man
Ah hell I feel like I can face anything!
You guys are gonna learn
what it really takes to be
a self promoting Man!"
I'm gonna go outta my way
and Learn you Pukeass es!"
"Let's reveal the sky to the masses!"
"Maybe with enough voice ya'll will sing my name to
seranade my new Missus!"