Best Red Blooded Poems
When Poetry Soup becomes infested with partisan rubbish,
It will be difficult for liberal, creative poets, like me to flourish
Who seek a safe place away from the maddening ignorance
Of those people who continually despise political difference
For those who are angry and want to say the nastiest things
Do you have any idea what hurt your insatiable blather brings?
For some who don’t consider me a red-blooded American patriot,
I fought for the U.S. of A. in uniform when you were still just a tot!
I would rather die on the altar of honor than continually be castigated
By followers of a “wannabe” dictator who every day prevaricated
And sought to drag our country down into the muck and mire
Continues, to this day, stoking his sycophants’ hatred with fire.
Selecting a political putdown of President Joseph Biden for Poem of the Day
Was surely inappropriate if Poetry Soup administrators wish to say
The site maintains neutrality when it comes to political discourse
It encouraged poets, in their remarks, to choose up sides, of course
Anger and vitriol hurled toward us who are of more left-leaning mind
Will likely now become commonplace for those who are not so inclined.
Frankly, I despise clicking on a poem I think will be worth reading
Only to find, instead, an anti-American tirade of invective leading
To put-downs against our president, the vice-president, and first lady
Half-truths and conspiracy theories that, for the most part, are shady
If you are unhappy with the free and fair election that turned out your man
Then, every chance you get, go vote and change the system, if you can!
Our country is not, I think we’d all agree, a perfect democracy
We have lots of problems and crises – that's plain to see, but,
We now have a leader who cares about doing what is right
A man, who in short-order, is ready, committed, and willing to fight.
I have travelled the world over, north and south, east and west
Freedom to flourish in America is head and shoulders above the rest!
Written: April 4, 2021 (edited)
Awarded Poem of the Day on Poetry Soup
April 5, 2021
#38 on Best New Poems on Poetry Soup
April 6, 2021
Categories:
red blooded, perspective, political,
Form:
Political Verse
So sensationally super; Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel
Oppresso de liber, optimistically captivating; oratorical
Saintly passionate, succulent salmon sampler; sweetheart!
Exquisitely enchanting, enchantingly amatorious; éclat!
Playful, painstakingly passionate, pajama wearer, patient
Handsomely helpful handyman, harmonizer of happiness
Sweet as syrup, shining armor off the shelf; savoir-faire!
Red-blooded poetry connoisseur and radioactively lovable!
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Won Seventh Place Position
"Tell Me About You Contest"
June 16, 2010
Sponsored by Amy Green
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Categories:
red blooded, friendship, happiness, inspirational, passion,
Form:
Acrostic
Forgive me for feeling the need to say
I am neither a Communist nor a Nazi,
I’m a red-blooded American who served
My country in the U. S. Air Force, and,
I have always stood up for what’s right,
And, when bullied, I am up for the fight.
Divisiveness here is getting out of hand,
And probity is not at all being observed
Even hinting that I am a Nazi is crazy!
Forgive me for feeling the need to say.
written December 11, 2021
[written in my reverse rhyme format]
Categories:
red blooded, anti bullying, integrity, poetess,
Form:
Bio
Romantic
Valentino,
nicknamed
Latin Lover.
Red-blooded, silent
movie star.
Starstruck
women swooned.
Legend
collapses. . .
his death caused
mass hysteria.
drop dead gorgeous goodbye.
red
rose smooches grave.
2/8/2020
Not for contest
Edward Ibeh’s Yalto Form
Line 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Categories:
red blooded, valentines day,
Form:
Verse
Whys and Hows
by Odin Roark
Through the window of rain spattered glass,
The old vet watched the large ant cling to the precipitous bombardment,
It’s tenacity of will overwhelming to the man’s eyes.
Why fight so diligently?
Why not let go?
You know how to land,
Endure your journey,
Continue the unceasing perpetuation of your species.
Obviously, the little creature understood something
Beyond the scope of the aging man’s comprehension,
Or perhaps the small creature just instinctively trusted mortality,
Had a clear and uncomplicated ‘why’ of life
Allowing any ‘how’ to just…be.
Slowly nurturing his espresso,
The elderly Marine continued staring,
Determined to arrive at an answer.
His mind wandered back to his youth
Where the meaning of life was taken for granted,
Where the indomitable mindset
Was the norm for any red-blooded young adult,
Especially one about to join in a war.
He asked himself if he had ever challenged a force that might destroy him?
Had he even once just allowed the many ‘why go on’ experiences of his life
To give him pause, like the loss of a limb…or two,
Or if the toll of war broke up his marriage-in-waiting relationship,
And especially the loss of a buddy to death?
Had he allowed any one of the life-threatening events to reveal itself
As a ‘how’ answer to ‘why’?
He sipped the last of his coffee,
Smiled at the ant,
Tapped the window
And saluted the small epiphany,
Who now seemed to weigh its options,
Then calmly walk through the rolling boulders of rain…
Maybe to find another ‘how?' the once fearless warrior questioned.
He held his gaze and tried to figure out
How the ant seemed so comfortable
Climbing up the pane of cascading rain,
Rather than just riding out the downward flow.
Hmm.
Categories:
red blooded, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Once,
About ten minutes ago in the year
2006 or
2549, depending upon which avatar or
Messiah is consulted, I
Tumbled out of my bed to the
Untranslatable
Predawn
Cackle of
Frantic voices
Descending.
So, with urgency
Rarely experienced since the
Evacuation of my spirit
From the Land of
Possession Addiction, I was called to summon previously
Unknown prowess
Chancing traffic choked streets
Of Nakhorn (used to mean “New City” 700 years ago but not sure now)
Chiang Mai.
So there I was
Aboard my mostly pint-sized for a European descendent Kawasaki 112,
Red-blooded American head
Protruding
turret-like out of an
Undersized helmet that,
If nothing else,
Officially pronounced me foreign
Blazing a jutted path around
Decrepit trishaws,
Ubiquitously red baht busses and,
Not the least, a motorcycle with a sidecar bandaged to its
Aching side just in time to witness a
Spit-shined just out of the wrapper BMW
Brusque aside a
Sardine packed dump truck
Loaded,
Not with dirt, but five dollar a day
Laborers.
All this and more
Just moments before
Mounting the silted Ping and
Stampeding city gates, I glimpsed
Censored Snippets of TV reports blurting something unintelligible like
“Bangkok coup”,
“Corruption”,
“A King”
And
Somewhere,
Quite uncensored, of a not so pleased
Laozi,
Lotus splayed in
Meditation
Kneading the Eastern soil one
Daoist grain at a time,
Before ancient city walls
Rose up,
Monolithic in my path.
And then the recall that
Centuries before,
Burmese raiders
Resplendent in warrior garb
Plundered the palace and soul
Of the kingdom Thai before stealthily
Creeping back to their lairs,
Buddha-fat with riches.
That leaves the Siamese of 1935
And me, to wonder
Where is freedom
When we travel so far
Pell mell and
Peril, only to discover
In a fleeting brief moment the road to
Iniquity marked, rather
Erroneously, with the signpost to
Promises?
Categories:
red blooded, political,
Form:
Free verse
National No-Bra Day
You want to know why
The 9th of July
Is special so the guys say
You see red-blooded guys
Have opened their eyes
For National No-Bra Day
And here’s to the gals
Who improve our morales
By taking this day to heart
May your day be uplifting
With minimal shifting
And compliments off the chart
If this poetry moves you
Then it surely behoves you
To do less would surely be wrong
And it can’t feel much better
To simply unfetter
What you have kept fettered too long
Uncle Mike
Categories:
red blooded, inspiration, social,
Form:
Rhyme
Hail to king Poseidon- God of sea!
The water-bearer I need to thee
Loss my Aquarius lost during the midnight crescent
Leaving me no innocence.
My love Aquarius, my possession
‘til the tip of her hair my obsession
Eyes full of lust,red blooded lips cast
Fulfilling the pleasure from a thirsty past.
A night of us under the moon light
Full of passion but rage tries to hide
Humbly I asked her love for me
Gladly I gave my self for thee.
My love Aquarius there’s no to love
Fixing the pieces of your deadly heart
The water-bearer, my heart breaker
My love Aquarius the only healer.
Categories:
red blooded, betrayal, desire, emotions, leaving,
Form:
Ballad
IN THE RAINBOW OF REINING JUSTICE
Red is the flowing blood of liberation;
Black is the blood that flows from arteries
of those systematically murdered and
denied justice by the systemic tools of
racism imposed upon hued lives walking,
running, driving, or merely standing still
in the land of the free and home of the brave.
Beneath its tarnished green hue, white
is the statue of liberty; and Ellis Island
welcoming stories tell tales of bigoted pride
that laid the foundation of founding fathers’
ease of documenting a declaration of racist
oppressive servitude of red-blooded blacks.
Thus became the red, white, and blue colors
of the racist inequality of an outlaw nation
with its counterfeit law and order legalities
that enabled it to nearly extinct one race and
enslave another—all in the name of liberty.
And while the written his-story of its startling
beginning has been a romanticizing saga of the
home of the free and equality for all, the truth
of such molded lies has been shattered upon the
red, white, and blue anvil of God’s promised justice.
Today, a rainbow cultured determined people—
energized with unique fueling of peace and love—now
seek to sterilize a recovering nation of its bigoted systemic
racist infestation; and remove from its socio-economic and
political systems, remaining cancerous tumors of varied hate.
Categories:
red blooded, allegory, black african american,
Form:
Prose
-In 2008, a massive recall of peanuts thought to be contaminated with bacteria occured. Not
very many people became ill, and only twenty percent of those that did were hospitalized.
Only a handful died. It was a media frenzy.-
Did you know?
Did You hear?
The tree nuts and peanuts have grown to sentience,
no longer willing to live beneath a primate jack-boot they have
armed themselves. They have
made a resolve.
Jihad!
Now they terror-bomb their opressors, strapping
ecoli and salmonella to their bodies and dying as heroes of the cause.
Now they strike their targets without discrimination, for
they are malicious little legumes, enemies
of red blooded A-mericans everywhere.
Never doubt their skill or persistant nature, or you could be next!
Yes, you!
Struck dead in your own home by these dangerous fundamentalists who are
intolerant by their very nature.
Now
they align themselves with pistachios and raw eggs, and
they plot their next series of attacks in their
cupboard terror-den caves.
Periodically, they
release threatening videos to fox news, declaring an
allout war on the morbidly obese. I for one
am terrified.
And there's more. Their
Leader, "Mr. Peanut" is pure evil in a monocle, tophat
spats and a cane. He smiles with
malevolence at the running camcorder, where he vows to
destroy all the rotund infidels, and all who
violate his brothers in arms whom cower on supermarket shelves.
Categories:
red blooded, health
Form:
Free verse
Everywhere Street
Aren't you someone that I should recognize;
He said as he approached her with stride.
His familiarity caught her with surprise;
And she disliked what his eagerness implied.
Aren't you someone important;
She looked down towards her feet.
Maintaining distance with her comportment;
Yet, he ignored her plea to be discreet.
I would love to get to know you better;
He said with a sheepish grin.
Trapped in unwanted exchange is a fetter;
His gaze made her uncomfortable in her skin.
Would you like to grab a drink;
Can I call you up sometime?
Give me your number he said with wink;
She thought to herself, not in this lifetime.
Excuse me she said apologetically;
I really am running late.
He looked at her unsympathetically;
Can we go out one night on a date?
No thank you sir she politely replied;
I am not interested in romance.
He cast her wishes aside;
Don't I deserve a chance?
Frustrated she finally met his stare;
Unwavering her eyes said no.
But he was still very much unaware;
Pressing on with abrasive tempo.
I'm really not a bad looking man;
A woman could do much worse.
I make good money and have my life planned;
Being too good seems to be my curse.
Had you not approached me so intrusively;
You and I may have become friends.
But I say to you now exclusively;
This encounter has come to an end.
You women are all the same;
He shouted in anger and disgust.
Standing here alone made you fair game;
For any red blooded man's lust.
You're really not that important at all;
I certainly had you pegged wrong.
Nothing more than a bitter, old prude he yawled;
My bad, good riddance, so long!!
Categories:
red blooded, abuse, bullying, discrimination, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
Our current political identity
is not exclusively red conservative
or blue liberal atheist/humanist
We are also
pissed off sheep
who have gone astray
of richly green domesticated economies,
instead red enslaved,
blue judiciously penned
incorporated property
belonging to the utmost
OmniPotentating Jehovah
Descending from a long
royalist
blue blood-hierarchy
of Straight White Male
red-blooded religious
and political
and economic privilege.
Our anti-PatriarchalCapitalist anger
is our potential bipartisan win/win
supreme civil citizenship
delivering us from this
Sky Is Falling Kingdom
of win/lose zero-sum
nationalistic segregated purgatory
And, we bring our angry
fearful,
anxious
depressed bicameral values
into all our cisbinary/transbinary political
EitherOr/BothAnd
economic
religious
reconnecting
neuro-sensory co-passionate engagements
For the woke glory
of Earth's Green
SabbathQueen
of polyculturally robust
HeavenLight
inviting eweing/ram
yintegral-yang
Co-binary
co-governing
co-operative
co-invested
co-passionate
ego/ecosystemic win/win
co-enlightened bipartisan empowerment.
Categories:
red blooded, christian, green, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Mr.Mrs. (reader)....If I could just have a few minutes of your time. And can I get you to
close your eye's....now remember to remeinence, of the radiance of the power within
your thoughts. "What will a perfect world be like", Really. If in the morning my job would
always be there, no pollution in the air, bickering (never heard of it) no homiless, every-
day will-be the authencity for sucess.
"The Republican's will get along with the Demorcrats". "Wouldn't that be a mess". A new
era has invade our land, our roads and on the T.V.'s and all the hatred of principalitie's
and complication of idiotcrce's of a long-long season of thinking it may never happen, we
overcame, and we survive, now a man who is black, sit's in the Whitehouse. "Thanks all
red-blooded Americans, for being so bold. Can you see the road".
In a perfect world you see that may never-happen. This new era that has invaded, the
insight to accomplish comes boldily when eye's of prosperity clearily rectify the concept
of some people getting too happy about, just living the life, for all have felt the impact
of greed and doing other's so cold. "Can You se the Road". This-this road, in this poem,
its a pathway within a path(?) for childrens hiding from neglect to reject and for familie's
struggling for paycheck to paycheck. Still it doesn't conquer your soul. "Can you see the
road". O'How we've all been blindsided by unforseen misfortune that not only bring about
the direllic for pain in the troublesome land. Remember Mr. & Mrs. redblooded, in all your
getting's. "Get Understanding".
Categories:
red blooded, dedicationworld, may,
Form:
Narrative
My eyes see the shoulders of bottomless sadness
You're lonely again you are single anew
I'm mournful with you, melancholy as madness
is endless and tears are betraying now you.
You're looking in faceless their pitiful image
They will never answer to you with their warmth
The world made the border for us it gave limit
The cold came in home and it froze our souls.
Your home is alone it is far from the centre,
Hey, look in the window you'll see only mine
The spleen comes as iceberg I want to surrender
You will not get out and I'm leaving I'm fine.
My sight is so bloody I'm sleepless I'm tired
And red-blooded poppies have grown near fence
I can fall in them and forget that I'm fired
to back the origins and my sober sense.
You're sad in the end of desirable summer
I'm breathing with you with this sadness again,
Who am I? No answer, it looks like some drama
I'm near in the leaves these have fallen with rain.
I'm wind and I blow in the face of your beauty
I'm kissing with tenderness sweet lips of yours
You will never see me you are really moody
You will never know you won't call me of course.
I'm wind and I'm having your sadness in twisting
I play and I laugh in your hair today,
But I will not open my heart with my whisper,
Hey, find me in skies if you are on your way.
I'm wind and I know, after suffering being
I'll make your eyes dry I'll will take bitter tears,
There won't be confessions and sugar of singing
You know I am near with these whispering leaves.
You'll see I'll be closer you'll see, I'll be tender
You'll see I'll dispel you impossible woe
I'm here I'm in height, but can be your lander
I'm here in your hair and I don't have to go.
Oh, dear, will you hear me not far from your threshold?
You know I have come to you just like your guest
I'm near, God has let me, I'm big like the all world,
I found your lost home with the fire in chest.
I'm near I'm the wind and you know me, my honey,
When I have some time I am flying to you,
You won't be so sad, you will see, all is funny,
And you will be happy I want it, it's true.
Categories:
red blooded, allegory, emotions, feelings, flying,
Form:
Lyric
The early seventies was rather interesting
one minute hanging out with a pack of wolves
predators of the night... the next... nine weeks in boot camp
on the great lakes in Winter...so cold
then off to a very large aircraft carrier
where I spent the next two years roaming its flight decks
until..." Parker, are you, Parker "
you have fifteen minutes to get off the ship
and thirty days to make it to Memphis, Tenn
for aviation electronics school...problem...yes it was
we were in port in Naples, not Naples Fl, Naples Italy
so off I went to find the NATO base to catch a flight to Spain
but...being the red-blooded American boy I was
I decided to rent a room for two weeks in Naples, Italy
and enjoy the nightlife...so I did just that
after two weeks found NATO, flew to Spain
enjoyed a few days there, then flew to the states
made it to Memphis with a day to spare
2/23/18 contest Where were you in the 70's
Categories:
red blooded, life,
Form:
Narrative