When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
My vibrant head ablaze with copper red
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Circled by buzzing right down to my knees
Here for my genes not ones made of thread
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Bursting with self produced vitamin D's
Thinking perhaps I am flower instead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
In the grace if the forests wistful breeze
I bumble along to where they've been led
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Slowly I crouch down to leaves where I freeze
Striped black and yellow, I'm still in their stead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Truly no times more uplifting than these
Drawn to strand petals atop my red head
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
They come to me, I am one with the bees
I read bees are attracted to redheads, possibly think they are a flower. A nice thought...
As a ginger I have
Hated, than loved freckles
Got sick of the teasing
Grew to love these speckles
Now I find them pleasing
As a ginger I have
Felt the wrath of the sun
Bright red self heating skin
Before summer begun
Sometimes you just can’t win
As a ginger I have
Been Red and Carrot top
Little orphan Annie
A raggedy Ann Mop
They say it’s uncanny
As a ginger I have
Grown to love these red locks
And all that comes with it
To think outside the box
And hoard sun screen a bit
At the MC1R Mutation Station
Like everywhere else, we’re fighting inflation
This economy sure does take it’s tolls
A few cutbacks, but within regulation
Just to meet our minimum sales goals
We started shipping product without any souls
They may also come with a few freckles less
Not many noticed, according to our polls
We tried to ship faster to boost our success
With a new promo called the ginger express
Still not as quick as that hot-tempered mail man….
His delivery speed is one to impress
In a cost saving effort for our new plan
The current shipment will only burn and not tan
They can, although, make their own vitamin D
Saves on natural sun light for their life span
There was a shipping error at the factory
The Emerald Isle put in an order you see
We shipped 10 times the amount there instead
They’ll stay as per our no return policy
We soon hope to put these cutbacks to bed
Our product really is as great as they’ve said
Industry led in all things chic and unique
This brand new batch of clever, feisty, redhead
For all fellow Redheads that have trouble with automatic doors, cheers!
Poetry as a tool induces veer through spiritual wisdom...
A boys’ consort is lovely and sings a capella.
It can charm any lady, bedevil a fella.
But when childhood ends,
and the larynx descends,
those same lads will produce what I’d term "a CRAPella."
Mutation of Love
Slumbered in her beauty, drifting away,
Sleeping with dreams of distant stay
Memories turn to melody thoughts
Pleasant smiles behind shut eyes.
Appearing the duke at princess side,
Giggle in sleep with much to hide.
Pounding the drums like horses hooves,
Silence the heart as tear drops loom.
Forever the dream for not to cease,
Awake not, fear the moment end.
Living the prominence of emotion,
Experience love in joyful mutation.
Crumple in anguish at your feet
Brainwaves flung, jostled with conceit
Every nerve cluster sobs inside
Grovel and pine for redemption
Your will can't offer exemption
Each passage throttles hope denied
Dreams taunt moments with yearning
Despite this lust to be learning
Wisps of your essence drift away
Echoes haunt my state of mind
Still struggling to cast you behind
Clutching to savor your bouquet
Acting aloof to shield my pride
Changes arise as cells divide
While brittle tissues grow hollow
Psychic commands don't shape my clay
Since self doubt controls this foray
A lone moth charmed by Apollo
Soul expelled amid brutal force
Manifestations bleed remorse
From my adoring catastrophe
Withered contentment toils to bend
Even if faith fails to transcend
The one I don’t trust now is me
Three legs,
four eyes,
five hands,
and two heads,
they could not beleive,
he was there,
and born,
but they had to,
when they saw him ahem!,
what could they do,
look bewildered and flat,
and in shock do a full spat,
they walked around,
looked him full,
it was an average hour,
they spent with him,
in single or groups,
then they returned,
very seldom to come back,
to work their lives,
with two legs,
two eyes,
two hands
and a head.