Long Redhead Poems

"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush...

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Dale, as your birthday fast approaches, just think!
You would be turning sixty-four!
Maybe by now, you’d even have retired 
from a law practice I’m sure would have been successful.
It’s easy to imagine this since in my...

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Written: May 09, 2024

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Super stud 
Enjoyed life with many lovely buds 
Watched the angry surf 
Feeling the need to protect his turf 
When all of a sudden Ma Bell did ring 
And his dear old friend Win was...

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...But Mains just shrugged, then said, “Let’s go.”
offered the wrists to his bandittos.
Two of them led the man away,
Diaz fumed more watching him go.

Denied the chance to see him beg,
denied the chance to drink his...

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I groaned when I saw the e-mail at work
for the yearly harassment seminar,
every year the same useless consultant
saying,”Don’t be crude, no matter where you are,
and don’t as a coworker to the bar.”
The company’s effort to...

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Fantasy sold on a 50’s bottle cap; 
a party-girl side-saddle sits
on a double-edged crescent moon
up high —a silver scythe in glamour-night sky
corners of her cherry mouth upturned
her right hand raises her glass  a toast...

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Alberta “Jean,” the different one was she
since her birth and among her family.
This redhead born of parents with dark hair
had felt herself an odd plain duck; in prayer
she’d kneel and on her father’s farm was...

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Jack was sitting poker faced 
With bullets backed by bitches.
Neal hunched at the wheel 
Puttin everyone in stitches.
He was braggin 'bout 
This nurse he'd screwed, 
While drivin through Nebraska. 
Said that when she came,
She honked...

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Submersion Connections

The water heaved and sighed with the gathering force of self while
	the tug positioned to push, pull, hold.

The mammoth engineering marvel,
	rose like the Phoenix with the grace of Shamu,
		antenna first
			then bridge
				finally the deck
The round...

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I’m slipping again,
Just like I always do.
I am slipping back into the darkness.

I was sitting in class with groups, but I was nothing, 
I am nothing. 
The girls were laughing and talking about prom,
And all...

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First a quick word on Robert the Devil,
whose turbulent  life turned out quite a revel.
He fathered a child on a poor tanner's daughter
then dashed to repent in Jerusalem's quarter,
but on his return, sad to...

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Early in the morning when the air was lying still
A ladybug was right outside, on my window sill.
"What the hell you looking at? I hope you get your fill. 
Get on you little redhead, go...

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I was enjoying my time in the sandbox
When a redhead with freckles climbed in.
The glint in his eyes left no question,
His mission was ruin and sin.

With my pail I had sculpted a castle,
But he eyed...

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Poetry is... Art
       by Amy Swanson



Poetry comes in all

shapes
sizes
colors
surprises
varieties
lengths
flavors
styles


About all kinds of

feelings
thoughts
emotions
moods
people
foods
societies
animals
nature


It can be

long
short
rhyme
prose
haiku
quatrain
free verse
narrative
sonnet
footle
senryu
tanka
epulaeryu
.... and so many more-!


Poetry's authors are

from everywhere
all ethnicities
women
men
girls
boys
young
old
adults
kids
tall
short
thin
heavy
average
brunette
redhead
blonde
raven-haired
white-haired
gray-haired
or even no-haired


Poetry is 


abstract
  ...

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7/18/21

Foot on the gas ped
Often I went fast and sped
Then crashed and bled
So there was a lot of red
Occasionally got torn up and shred
Of course, could've done it differently instead
Does no good to pretend
Got to...

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Gordon entered his apartment and gasped.
How could he have left the place in such a disarray?
He phoned Rosie the head of the handmaids.
Gordon was never rude but he complained.
Seemed the was a widespread fever infection.
However,...

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Joe and Jacque almost met on a Friday in 1996, but not really
They kind of glanced at each other, not speaking
In line for a train heading to Hanover Park, Illinois.
He did not even know her...

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I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack,
I pull up the crates, unpack and rack.
I hump boxes of glasses in,
then I hump them out again.
I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator,
then roll the empties into the club cellar
where...

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Setting: Central Park, with a lake directly behind the character Giselle, who is sitting on a large rock.
Characters:
Giselle (G): A pretty redhead, who lives in a fantasy world, believing she is a princess.
Frog (F): A...

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I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack,
I pull up the crates, unpack and rack.
I hump boxes of glasses in,
then I hump them out again.
I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator,
then roll the empties into the club cellar
where...

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he told me he created me 
when he was eight years old - 
a light skinned redhead
and other distinguishing features
which now I can't recall

he said he'd like to meet me 
next lifetime in the sandbox
so...

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We love to paint, my muse and I.
It does not matter what – walls, doors, furniture, bricks.
Canvas painting is especially satisfying.
Drawing weird stuff is relaxing and pleasant, but here is where it gets freaky fun.
Adding...

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Oh, lofty love if for you I could smile again
I’d never on you inflict further pain
Nor your love trap in my miserable chain

If only you could grant me upfront
A second chance to confront the affront
I...

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Lady, weave Your circle tight
With a web of living light 
Earth and Air and Fire and Water
Bind us to you.


MacDermot, the Prince of Coolavin came
to Connachta a fair maiden to win,
as the maypole rose a...

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