Long Red devil Poems
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Lily White
Being firm and money tight
Headed to the golden sands looking just right
There was Mr. Bourne and his mouth
Packing the cherries to go south
“Young lady what can I do for you?
Maybe a pint filled with my special brew?”
Looking at him
Innocently no sin
“This should be an easy win
Three points in the bag
Upper table move a good brag”
Everything packed away
Mr. Bourne had nothing to say
We are going somewhere to be on top
Develop a winning crop
Feeling sorry and remorse
Not needing to be seen in a porsche
Lily White did not open her net
Cherry pickers score they did not get
As for Lily still in her white
A draw ended the plight
Nothing on the board
Except cherries being stored
For the foxes weekend picking tour
Later on the Red Devils
Went looking for something below their level
Playing inside Aston’s Villa
Still a
Chance to pick off the buzz
And the west ham that never was
Due to a foul
Red Devils Bruno went POW
Before the half ended
Second goal green wood tended
A healthy break in the lopsided war
Turned Aston’s Villa into a boutique store
A hat trick was commenced
Ending the suspense
Aston was done
In a match they fantasied they won
Celebrity deaths can be bizarre
someone so close yet so far
the realisation hits you hard
yet they have no clue who you are
Meat Loaf sang to my youthful years
Sarah Harding sang with my peers
when the Queen died there were tears
and was Diana’s what it appears
Watching those planes hit those towers
the world as one witnessed those cowards
that massacre in the morning hours
then militaries became empowered
Next was London then Paris too
England crying unis avec vous
testing times bring out those true
voted Brexit but love E.U
Man United won the treble
Man City now at that level
the blue moon shines on the Red Devil
history books record those special
2003 England’s World Cup
‘66 yes please shut up
scandalous FIFA so corrupt
3 Lions always self destruct
We made football we made law
this island nation oh so small
conquerors of more than all
fighting giants not so tall
The history that we best remember
“On the beaches never surrender”
NATO nations all one member
all for one with one agenda
As we explore beyond the moon
machines on Mars out to Neptune
the News at 6 bringing gloom
AI Ukraine and monsoon
Covid Ebola and the climate
protesters who have never climaxed
trains crashes that left the tracks
deaths resort from knife attacks
YouTubers that speak to many
all done just to make some money
causing offence so nothing’s funny
can’t let meat reach your tummy
Notice now how kids have causes
blocking roads because they’re foolish
speaking without knowledge shortness
things we learned that no one taught us
Growing up I owned a tortoise
someone nicked it from its fortress
for its value seeking fortunes
never knowing what’s a porpoise
Random thoughts of simple sorts
sleeping nude no boxer shorts
the warmth of her who I will court
keep mingers the last resort
ugly ones say no thank you
get drunk and I guess you’ll do
wake up somewhere strange confused
run away cus she’s a moose
Handsome hand written and random
stopping once I’m paid a ransom
I’m not sure of that Charles Manson
singing songs written by Hanson
No one can tell
If it will end well
If anyone knows
It would be a nose
That has never been
A humanly made being
The blues fear
Red devil cheers
But the match turned severe
And the last laugh became sincere
Cum troubling and noisy chants
Buried like well embedded plants
"Them don dey go... one by one"
It ought to be just for fun
Meanwhile, many almost gone mad
As some look so glad
What a lively match!
Also a beautiful smart snatch
A winning well deserve
Another one been preserved
Rejoice but forget not
Gunners still dey hot
And bullets are loaded--
Tick-tack not outmoded
The red devil is leading the hag witch and her cat
Through a laughing jack-o-lantern field so flat.
The wind is howling, the owls are on the move.
Dracula is waiting, in the mood to truly groove.
The red devil is silent, which makes him scary.
Cat’s fur stands up, he is terrified of Sister Mary.
Mary keeps going with determination in her mind.
She needs to ask Dracula to stop being so darned kind.
Dracula gives her excuses which infuriate her so.
She flicks out her peacock wand which gives a mighty glow.
A cauldron appears, and she soon makes up a potion.
To give to Dracula. It is a change-your-mind-up lotion.
Dracula refuses to put the lotion on his skin.
Infuriating the hag, which is truly not a win.
Cat is terrified now not wanting to travel back.
She will take her rage out on somebody; he will probably get the rack.
The red devil tells the hag her time is up, she has to go.
Cat drags his feet in a sorry way, ridiculously slow.
Hag witch is in the lead, marching back across the cornfield bay.
Cat knows he is in for it; there is nothing he can say.
Dracula has followed them. He demands she give him Cat.
She is angry about it, but he takes her to the mat.
Cat becomes Dracula’s familiar, and is allowed to prowl at night.
This union makes him happy; they end up very tight.
On Halloween- so many years ago,
our grandkids had a pet named Georgie cat;
a sweet Tuxedo cat for sure, although-
could offer soothing purrs or claws combat!
Kids dressed him up in a red-devil suit-
were so surprised he did not hiss or stir.
Just slight annoyance on his face, so cute;
to dressing up, he sweetly did defer.
The glare within his gold-green starring eyes
so much enhanced his red-horned costume, that
our Georgie with his Halloween disguise
became our holiday's much-loved black cat.
But now, in heaven- where dear kitties go,
we're left with memories- and one photo.
As Georgie angel purrs neath halo-glow,
we smile- remembering his devil show.
October 12, 2020
Contest: Halloween Meow
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Revised from a shorter 12-line Rhymed Poem
posted October 14, 2015,
to this longer 16-line Iambic Pentameter Poem
Where is grandpa’s red devil box?
Each grandchild asked this as we entered the home.
It was a box grandpa had teased us with since we were young.
We all wanted it. There was only one of course.
He used to chase me around with it, Barry told us.
I wet my pants once when he told me what it could do, I said.
Story after story came out.
We laughed until we were crying.
It was the one thing we all had in common with grandpa.
Some of the stories were immensely silly.
Some made us howl.
We never ran out of them.
Grandpa’s devil box stories got us through the day.
And through his funeral without tearing our hair out.
For COLOUR Contest by Tammy Reams
PINK lips
KISSABLE pillows of comforting texture with RED devil allure
WHISPERING words of love from your SILVERY tongue
The AROMA of romance paints the room with PURPLE hues
SWEET caresses so passionate, turns my heart GOLDEN
The WARMNESS of your embrace intensifies the bright ORANGE fire burning in my soul
PINK lips
Your PINK KISSABLE lips
My blood RED heart beats
WHISPERING to my hips
Your SILVERY tongue meets
With mine as teeth nip
Your AROMA drives me
Into a PURPLE haze
So SWEET I’m on my knees
GOLDEN stars I gaze
WARMNESS I do see
Your heart an ORANGE blaze
PASSION
I went off to Las Vegas for some berry
On to some fun times ... not to get bury
Perhaps wide eye a show, and sight see
Not end up at the bottom of the blue sea
The voice of the red devil said, why not
And like every sap, I was tied into a knot
All it took were a few drinks of red whine
A couple of lost bets, and I began to whine
Where were my angels to sing my hymn
Be at my side, be on the right side of Him
I lost a thousand rabbits down the hole
A few drinks ago, I was happy and whole
Then I was robbed and the rabbits soared
As each hopped away, my face was sore
That was my rent money you know
Is it my fault the guiding voice didn't say no
The casino host hoisted my daze
By smiling, please have a better day
I replied it wasn't my aim to throw a fete
And watch my rabbits go through a bad fate
I walked sadly away, lost, like another fool
The loss, raging on, unwanted, and full
10/8/22
Homophone Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Hat Bueckert
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heavy legs cannot tell a lie
yellow spots with wings reveal the most truth
visions of black has a punch that can knock you back into reality
when the hand is in a toilet stool full of soggy wet used toilet paper, rock bottom feels like pebbles with incurable toothaches
icicles on eyelashes are the most accurate meteorologists
sweat stained shredded pillows are the pillars of an insomniac community
red devil moons seduce like temptation on angel dust
when a toboggan is over the feet as a wool blanket podiatrist, rock bottom feels like endlessness stopping for lunch but still in motion
heavyweight windstorm powerwalks expose stubborn tears
picnic table graffiti nothingness removes the veil
spinning clock lifestyle shows an age rapidly receding
when the triple layers plastic bag is at its full capacity, rock bottom feels like exactly what it is....rock bottom....