Best Reddish Brown Poems


Premium Member Twenty Titles of Fabulous Friends

Tell me
how did we get here 
at a swishing swapping party?
(The voices echo in emptiness) 

Bubbly cheerful and happy, naked and raw 
forever bachelors Larry and Harry, 
and the hot mom and the pool boy 
go flash dancing with dawn! 

Be warned, winkydinks 
I had a Martini: ok, maybe four 
I don't accept or understand 
the drunken Socrates and his ouzo -
he’s the beast with eyes too kind! 

What was it like back then ...
on being offered cheese as a dessert - 
my blue cheese is a dark, reddish brown ...
Did you know  
Hell hath no donuts !


20 Titles From 20 Friends Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
7/18/19

Titles Used - 

Tell Me - Poem by Ilene Bauer
How Did We Get Here D M Babbit
 at ‘A Swishing Swapping Party’ by Paul Callus
The Voices Echo in Emptiness  by Eve Roper

Bubbly Cheerful And Happy by  Anne-lise Andresen
Naked And Raw by Maurice Yvonne
Forever Bachelors Larry and Harry by Carolyn Devonshire
The Hot Mom and The Pool Boy by Tim Smith
Flash dancing with dawn!  by Connie Marcum Wong

Be warned, winkydinks by Gershon Wolf
I Had a Martini: Ok, Maybe Four by Lin Lane
I Don't Accept or Understand by Dear Heart
The Drunken… by Pashang Salehi 
Socrates and his Ouzo by Arthur Vaso
The Beast with Eyes Too Kind by Andrea Dietrich

What was it like back then by Curtis Moorman
On being offered cheese as a dessert by Nina Parmenter
My Blue Cheese is a Dark, Reddish Brown by Mike Gentile
Did you Know by Alexis Y
Hell Hath No Donuts by Michelle Faulkner

Premium Member Star Bound

While  traveling at warp speed on the Enterprise
 Captain Kirk came across a pleasant surprise
He came upon  the planet Poetron
Where the written word was spawned

So Scottie beamed him down
 To see what he could find
 The planet had a reddish brown
surface, and with letters it was mined

 The captain stepped on a vowel
And immediately he started to rhyme
But as he began to spell
The letters  turned  into slime
And   Kirk began to sink into a soupy grime

 But Scottie managed to  beam him up in time
And the captain  became a poet in his prime
Uhuru seemed to like his poetic lines
But Spock was not so inclined
And Bones thought he had lost his mind
But everything turned  out fine

Then at warp speed he headed off to adventures new
To a strange planet called Haiku

Joseph May
Theme: Kirk  becomes a poet
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member - Beautiful -

                                         As seasons change 
                                     watch the dazzling colours
                             Oaks turn a deep warm reddish brown
                             Inspiration for deepening the thoughts
                               tempting and flirtatious heartbeats
                                        Chaotic scenes ensue
                                           Guilt falls heavily
                                    when foliage etch with pain

                                         Pandoras apparitions
                                    Fountains in gloss and glory
                               Journey drifts through golden fields
                                        Pirouettes of beauty
                                      tangled threads of time
                              - slips into a masterpiece, speechless
                                  soothing synchronicity harmony


Premium Member The Old Rusty Gate

The Old Rusty Gate

        Old rusty gate stands as guard without fear,
       sightly slant at the back of my garden.
       Blue bell creeper leans on as iits barden.
       But it serves faithful since long thirty years.

        Great watchman dutiful not yet broken.
        Through day and night it acts as sentinel.
         Perch for bird: Path for running squirrel.
         It raises harsh cracking sound when opened.

         Otherwise no complaint:  Perfect watchman
          I feel nostalgic and can't change the gate,
         though visitors to garden get upset.
           My oldest companion:  I'm lts fan.

         Old gate has captured thick reddish brown rust.
           But it is still robust sturdy and strong
            serving me sincere since thirty years long.
          Struggling with time looses lustre, draws dust.

            I am calling mason  this afternoon
         The gate will be repaired with new fresh look,
          standing proud guarding garden at back nook.
          To be painted and polished very soon.

  07/10/22

                        Fourth place

    Choose one of five
    Contest by Joseph May
 Title chosen The Old Rusty Gate 


  A Brian Strand Premier Choice
 Contest by Brian Strand.

Soldier Boy

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree, 
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me. 
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night 
And scored of figured on the ground lay still by mornings light. 

"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could. 
"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good. 
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest- 
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest." 

As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt 
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed with dirt. 
"Not much", he said."I count myself more lucky that the rest 
They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."   

"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old. 
I see the sun is shinning bright and yet I'm feeling cold. 
We climbed the hill two-hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest, 
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest." 

I looked around to get some aid-the only things I found 
Were big, deep craters in the earth-bodies on the ground. 
"I kept on firing at them sir. I tried to do my best, 
But finally I sat down with this small pain in my chest." 

"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown, 
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone? 
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast, 
That I'd be sitting here one day with this pain in my chest?" 
"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun. 
"Its growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun. 
I think, before I travel on, I'll get a bit of rest..... 
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest. 

I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried 
I put my arms around him and pulled him to my side 
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed 
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.

Premium Member Reflection in the Mirror

In the quiet morning light, for the first 
time, I truly gazed into the mirror, 
What I saw was unrecognisable,
I must confess I was  close to it but 
had to draw closer still,
I was surprised to see a jigsaw of 
times past.

Once a canvas, unmarked, 
Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons
learnt and experiences lived,
Fine lines depict laughter, joy and 
worry,
Scars show battles fought and love lost, 
Spots show signs of neglect.

The colours in a once shiny black crown,
Changed to threads of silver and 
reddish-brown,
Eyes once full of dreams now reflect
the wisdom of life’s true realities,
And smiling lips have somehow 
lost their smile.

I told myself that I was half asleep,
so I rubbed my eyes and washed my 
face,
Then made sure all the lights were on,
and looked in the mirror again,
Time’s gentle hand had left its trace,
I was taken aback and childishly asked
the mirror to explain.

In the silence of wonder, I saw the 
truth in my reflection, a weathered 
face,
As the seasons came and went they 
laid shadows on the terrain,
Showing a journey where youth and 
wisdom blend,
Gently, I touch each line on the surface.

Each jigsaw piece I cherish, so let the 
years gather,
To the beauty of ageing, with gratitude 
and grace, I embrace my refrain.








By Zyrool


Gauguin's Chair

Candle lit quarters..
bearing colorful carpet...
and his wooden chair.
·
With a curved backrest, 
of somber reddish-brown wood;
upholstered green straw.
·
and in his absence...
a lit candle takes his place:
...two modern novels.
·
Vincent paint’s his muse,
in consistent loneliness...
...waiting for Gauguin.






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For Abe's Van Goh's of Van Gogh contest
the Painting is "Gauguin’s Chair"

Premium Member Purest Thoughts

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    Shimmering
       swaying
  her hair to her
         waist
      the blond
     the auburn 
yes reddish brown
     all glowing

With the purest of 
      thoughts
I have focused on

      the grey

Grand Canyon

Mighty canyon, you're grand it's true
There is no other quite like you
You, whose awesome beauty takes
Half a state to wander through.

From hither to your river snakes 
Whatever course she undertakes
So reddish brown her muddy hue
Freely flowing lake to lake.

Oh mighty canyon is it true
That little river sculptured you
From north to south, and half the west
Simply just from passing through?

And, only through her wet caress
Without a living thought expressed
By chance alone, and not by will
This majesty that you possess?

My canyon friend, the truth revealed
Your river there is just His quill
And He who paints, is painting still....
And He who paints, is painting still.


                                  Timothy I. Brumley

Premium Member If You Pull a Long Face - Part Xxi

IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXI

IF you pull a long Moon face
Watching our Earth clad in sparse swirling white sarée
Her aqua-marine waters cuddling her reddish brown body-surface
The dazzlingly rare Pearl now throttled by deadly débris

If you then pull a long Other-Moon face
Rolling weightless in a space-ship bathed in thermo-dynamic ray
You turn your thoughts on the marvels of the man-made science race
And then give the credit to Our-Nation GOD  Is this really okay

Then if you pull a long bright Sunny face
And forget the reasons why this World of ours has gone astray
Man's inhumanity to Man  how warring nations destroy Nature's grace
Pollute the depths of oceans  cancer in the bowels  flora and fauna sans say

If you continue to pull a long self-satisfied face
In the name of the Lord for every national achievement His blessings pray
Then repeat non-sensical myths and rituals in His Honour according to race
Reduce the United Nations to hypocritical inner politicking yeah-say

Thus if you must pull a long-travestied face
All through the Ages on the dictates of your incontrovertible DNA
Seek by every economic ruse power of class and caste on skins of race
Sing not of the beauty of this rare Pearl decorating space Put the blame squarely on Divine Lila play

© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 20, 2019
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member My Biggest Regret

He was only a sheepdog
But his death has bitten 
Into my soul ever since.
As a pup we brought 
Him from his home
In Ireland
Where supernumeraries 
Are drowned
No small   farm needing 
More than one mutt.

His reddish brown brother
 Had been our first choice 
We were left , my father-in-law's choice,
With the black and white collie.
Now his residence would be 
A Scottish housing estate

We all grew to love him
I became his alpha male
How his ears would prick up
And he would sit attentively
At the window,
Awaiting my usual time of arrival
With a welcome where,
 With tail wagging furiously
His paws would reach up to my chest
As he sought to lick my face

From strength to strength he grew
A tireless walker,chewer of carpets
Chaser of sticks and thief of Sunday roasts
How we all used to smile
When he darted to the opposite end of the room 
Whenever my son burst into tears.
This had to be his way
Of saying,"Don't blame me."
He was right at home
Running round the street 
With a gaggle of kids

He found his true metier
On returning to the farm
Where he was born
For two days he sat 
And watched his brother
Bringing in the cows
And then relieved him
Of his duties
This task he performed
With great gusto
While his brother skulked off 
Glad to  be relieved
Of his daily chore

He was so much at home
On the farm
Revelling in the freedom,
Enjoying the work 
And he was so much bigger
And more energetic than his brother 

Tragedy struck
On our return home
Tied to the garage door
To keep him from getting
Under my wife's feet
Meant he could not run away
When a little girl kept blowing
In his face
Self-defence saw him
Nipping her in the neck.
That is what sealed
 His death warrant

Gloom settled over our home
That nip might have been fatal 
Fatal it was for him
The death sentence was passed

That last long   walk
Was our rush to judgment.
We walked slowly 
His head hung low
Never had I known 
Him so quiet
He entered the killing room
Unflinching and calm
The vet's needle did the deed
Seeing his young body
Stretched lifeless
On that cold dark slab
Has burned my soul
With remorse
Ever since

To Bring Our Family Closer

To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green 
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods 
With a rope going along the top to hang 
On to. We completely got away from 
Society.
White flowers were growing through the 
Logs on the left and right sides making
This a beautiful scene with an aromatic
Bouquet. The sun shining through the 
Trees up ahead of us was giving off an
Autumn reddish brown glow to the leaves.
We had to face an actuality
Since we lost a child we needed a different
Type of family activity.
When Melody was alive we would all go to 
The beach cottage to enjoy the sand, water,
Sun, and sea breeze.
Now to bring our family closer together we 
Went for a walk in the myriad shades of 
Green forest on a long light brown rough 
Hew log pathway that goes through the
Woods with a rope going along the top to
Hang on to. We completely got away from
Society.
We wanted this family vacation to give us 
A new family memory without any 
Reminders of Melody taking away our 
Gaiety 
Or making anyone feel ill at ease.
We had to face An actuality.
Nature gives off a form of energy.
As does our grandchildren when their 
Playing with our Maltese.
To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green 
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods with
A rope going along the top to hang on to.
We completely got away from society.
This was brought to life as we used the
Rough water fountain and the bathroom
Facility.
We were in a time freeze.
We had to face an actuality.
I am happy to report this vacation was a 
Victory
For us as a family. Everyone was pleased.
To bring our family closer together we went 
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log 
Pathway that goes through the woods
With a rope going along the top to hang on
To. We completely got away from society.
We had to face an actuality.

Premium Member Mr Winston

He stood there in the doorway 
His legs dangled in white shorts 
His blue shirt matching the rags
The mechanics used to clean tools
His fingertips yellow stained of fungus
I could barely see his blues eyes 
Through the reddish brown colored
Replacing any hints of good health 
Clutching a Winston banging on a sea burg
he juggled three scantily clad women 
One hillbilly a blonde hick and this 
black chick from Cleveland with no teeth
I hardly recognized him except for
he was still giving orders in this frailness
chanting cigarettes for everyone spare
no expense Marlboros Newport's Winston's 
I never understood the urgency of nicotine 
I watched him light the match pull on the filter
Release the smoke building his confidence up
It angered me I suppose watching him
Commit suicide tossing his cancer meds.
through all my pleading yelling screaming 
he finally got it actually taking his medication 
putting the trash out beating cancer in the end 
closing the shop where his new identity begin

Under-Running Spring

your frowning with love
Maple leaves change reddish brown
Under-running Spring

My Beauty Still Grows

Oh this skin of mine
So silky and smooth
Deep reddish brown
Stares it ensues
These eyes of mine
So deep and so brown
Don't stare in them too long
Or in love you will drown
This hair this hair of mine
So curly,black,and fine
I am like a rare portrait
that no one can confine
Do i have a big head
I would have to say no
Just because some don't like my color
Doesn't mean my beauty doesn't grow
I will always and forever love me
Even if others don't
'Cause guess what
Just'cause you don't
Don't mean others won't

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