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The Revenge of Match Girl
Never will I allow myself to die in this dim zone
Though the snowy night freezes me to the bone
I will not expire this way all alone!
Come with me my selfish & cold community
As I warm your houses alongwith thee
You also deserve to burn alongwith me!
So rise now, oh match girl and show them your wrath
This is the moment to bring this town to its blood bath
Add pain, subtract life, multiply death, divide homes – perfect math!
Oh little matches, let's begin with this dry barn – our chance
Let us confound these creatures from exit to entrance
Dodge with my army of flames as they try to advance
From house to house as we paint the town red
Like the fires of hell, like the blood of head
Like the wrath of volcano, like roses on bed
Burn! Leave no trace of this rotten civilization
This is the night of its fated extinction
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-02/19/2015
(Dumarao)
*Opposite Endings Collection
Little Red Riding Hood
told the wolf where she stood.
Dorothy informed, "Emerald won't do",
as she twirled her ruby shoe.
Alice said, "off with your head -
Let's paint the town red!"
The night is young and so, my dear, are we.
(All right, that’s a cliché but that’s just me)
Let’s have a wild night and paint the town red.
(Oh dear, that’s another cliché I’ve said)
We’ll tour all the bars, drink whiskey galore,
Then to a night club and take to the floor.
But, of course, we won’t be doing those things.
We’ll just sit here while the nightingale sings.
I lied at the start, if the truth be told.
The night might be young, but we’re far too old.
Questions
If form follows function,
why does everything have too many bells and whistles?
Especially cell phone.
If everything is so simple a rocket scientist could do it,
why aren’t we all Werner von Braun’s?
Checkbooks are a mystery.
If the early bird gets the worm,
why are there birds out getting worms in the evening?
I get up early but I don’t eat worms.
If you are letting the cat out of the bag,
why are you telling the secret?
Why was the cat in the bag in the first place?
If curiosity killed the cat,
why aren’t more cats deceased?
I don’t like cats so_______.
If it is raining cats and dogs,
why don’t we have sturdier umbrellas?
Must get kind of messy when they hit the ground.
If we paint the town red to have a good time,
why are all towns pretty drab looking?
I only like red cars not buildings.
If someone is coming out of left field,
why don’t we just ignore them in the first place?
I played center field in little league.
If we can’t have our cake and eat it too,
why even bother having cake at all?
I just made an orange pound cake, so_______
I don't like Sunday night
It doesn't like me
It's the end of the weekend
which doesn't fill me with glee
Tomorrow morning begins
the workweek's dull grind
that some just can't wait for
but which I really mind
My last hours of freedom
couch potato-ing the tube ~
What the 'H' am I doing
I'm such a dumb rube
C'mon, let's go out
We'll paint the town red
After all, the next weekend
is just five days ahead
P-aint not the town red,
R-emain pure in heart;
I-n spite of peer pressure,
N-ever break your faith apart.
C-over not the town red;
E-ven though it's enticing;
S-tay away from drinking hard liquor that's so tempting.
A-im not to paint the town red, let not pleasure turn to pain;
N-ever stay much longer under the falling rain.
M-aintain your holiness,
E-vading the evil mind;
N-either whiskey nor cocaine
D-oes make your head fine.
E-vening thirtieth of July, sleep early in your bed;
Z-ealously avoid night out, paint not the town red
The next bullet
might have your name on it
Think about it,
cause the slug won’t
The next thug
might be coming thru the telly
Oh, yeah ...
‘copter mouth flying under the radar,
with gunnery claws out
Ready to flat blast devour fat wallet pigeons
who love their paper purse belly
Mesozoic slugs in power
don’t wanna outlaw the deadly hot lead
Cavemen in golden towers,
engaging in 45-caliber clubs to the head
Shotgun weddings politically approved,
selling out the people
to the manufactured ones selling the guns
Spray paint the town red,
keep the blood banks on empty
Talk to those living in dread,
fearful of the silent trigger lady
The next GSW victim
might tell you
they don’t wanna kiss
the barrel bride and metal die this way
Think about it,
cause the slug is moving fast,
with no kind of revolver emotional sway
It’s all black and white,
ain’t no gray
Lead is the color of death everyday
Think about it,
cause the slug wanna have
the very last bloody thoughtless say
At last my Minxy is back in town,
My frown is finally upside down.
And now we’re going to paint the town red,
But the rest of the time we’re staying in bed.
Together again my life feels so full,
But when you leave I just feel awful.
We wined we dined we had so much fun.
We swam we slept we spent time in the sun.
We laughed we loved we lusted.
We shared we cared we trusted.
Our time together was practically perfect,
We’re meant to be from when first we met.
Words seem inadequate to fully explain,
The feelings for you my heart must contain.
Then came the fateful day of your departure,
A dream you had foretold an immanent disaster.
Unfortunately this premonition you chose to censure,
My reaction to your revelation you were unsure.
Your empath and intuition must always be heeded,
Sometimes a new plan for our day may be needed.
Then at the beach I was totally flustered,
When I realised my Minxy’s finger was busted.
A visit from the fickle little finger of fate,
Spoiled the perfect ending to our wonderful date.
I’m sorry, so truly sorry I have hurt my sexy Minxy,
I promise I’ll never break another little pinky.
Fickle Finger of Fate.
11/04/2018.
Roses are red
Blood is too
The world is ruthless
And so are you
The world is ending slowly
The end is nigh
And people like you,
The blight of the garden,
Should die.
You took away everything
You made life not worth living
You turned my love into hate
And I won’t be forgiving.
But alas,
I am weak
And all I can do
Is watch
And weep
I hide from you,
Your rage so deep,
But I cannot hide,
And you find me
You stab me over and over
Until I’m dead,
And walk away, still wearing that bright smile,
And continue
To paint the town red.
When the world gets you down
Just gather some friends
Bring torches and gasoline
Spread the world to paint the town red and black
Just burn and go and no looking back
Char the roads and all in your way
Show what you're made of
Show off your warm blooded nature
Give back the push you were given
Take back all what little you were to live in
Shackle down all your belongings
Raid the towns that push you away
Give back the loathing to those deserving
Fight back before you step back
Be strong enough to quit being a welcome mat
Show the world how strong you can be
Come along and stand by me
I will show you how to retain
Teach yourself how we can remain
Be more then what they want you to be
I have walked on fiery morning clouds.
My hair like shooting stars behind me.
I have chased lightning and whirlwinds in Hell,
then drunk the nectar of Spring rain.
I have stood at the edge of death,
and felt peace.
My children do not believe me.
Having ridden in silver airplanes and thinking themselves wise.
They say I am a crazy old man.
I ask them, "if I have done it, how can it not be done?"
I ask them, "if it cannot be done, how have I done it?"
My children put feathers in their hair,
and wear turquois jewelry.
They drink all the liquor in the house,
put on their faces as if going to war,
then go and paint the town red.
Still they call me crazy.
But I have ridden in silver airplanes too.
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
3.
There sits next to me a new paint set, well okay, I got it second-hand.
Nothing about paint comes naturally to me. I can paint neither sky, sea or land.
I only have myself to blame, I now feel rather dim
Cuz I know I bought them on a whim
I used to compare my art to that of my classmate.
I did this with my creative writing also, regardless of how teacher would rate.
Do you suppose the person that the paints to me sold
Would refund my money if I am bold?
No, no I'm not a quitter, I'll see it through.
First things first, learn about shade, tone, and hue.
Blue, gray, purple, teal; all are mixed up in the box
But I love the rich warm colors. So I'll paint the town red, later we can have one of our nice long talks.
The person who sold them to me also gave me a nice brush and some canvases.
The brush she bought while in Paris. So, should I go take classes?
I had better learn to hold it properly.
You'll never be a painter, or writer for that matter, seriously Jo. Seriously!!?!!
Stop dreaming and go complete your list of chore.
The collection of 17 classical CDs. Asking price $17. Lead me to the dance floor.
Next to me there sits a new paint set...
Let us color
the colors
in their right
shades and hues;
Is white, white?
Or, red, green
and blue, too?
Red is red but
Green is not green--
It’s yellow and blue,
As yellow is
red and green.
Black is black,
It's in black and white
Black as night
White as a ghost,
Not black and blue,
You get the blues
Out of the blue
Once in a blue moon.
Red is blood red,
Paint the town red,
Red in the face
but not off color,
Always in the pink
never in the red.
Show your true colors,
Raise a white flag
if you see red,
Not your green thumb.
Get the green light
Not green with envy,
Chase the rainbow
Be not a black sheep
Or yellow-bellied.
~1/15/2015
~Anacreontic Verse 2 contest by Edward Ebbs
A festive feel in red and gold:
Chinatown deals Goat year most grand.
A splash of will as joy unfolds:
A Chinese fill as cheer attends.
~~~~~~~~~
This lunar year arrives with truth:
Our kindred ties forge a fine fest.
Those who are dear gather fond proof:
Our fortunes high in lovely quest.
~~~~~~~~~
Paint the town red takes new meaning:
Feel fond delight that ushers joy.
Poise favours red in warm sightings:
Feel grand insight in wealthy ploys.
~~~~~~~~~
Now we visit our kin folk here:
Auspicious wit merge with fine stay.
Now each to each greet with good cheer:
Prosper and reach this happy day.
~~~~~~~~~
Give red packets with blessings fond:
Touch now can live grandeur this spring.
Lucky trinkets to fill life's pond:
Joy heaps and gives as true health sings.
~~~~~~~~~
Such festive joy can fill the heart:
A touch beyond primes charming feel.
Good luck funds ploy in brilliant start:
A rhyme upon a springtime fill.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 February 2015
Singapore
Come on ladies; lets get ready. Take out
the red shoes - bring out your red purse
and put on your purple dress.
Don't forget your makeup. put on your red
hats - lets all go out and paint the town red.
There is lots to do, so don't be blue. It's red
hat time so don't be shy.
Life is short, so lets have fun - with our red
hats on. I got my red hat with a purple ribbon
and purple flowers too.
I got my red shoes, my red purse and my purple
dress. When I put them on - people know that I
got class...
11/30/2012
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
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