The glass bangles
The red glass bangles
The red glass bangles that adorned
The brown, round wrist
The translucent, red glass bangles
That so beautifully captured the sun’s beam
To imprison it within itself
And subtly gleam
The red glass bangles
That adorned the brown, round wrist
Restlessly waiting to tinkle
At the slightest tilt
It decorates the plump wrist
Like the rainbow in the sky
Making the wrist more feminine
And appealing to the eye.
The delicate glass bangle
Cannot boast of a long life
But in the short span of time
Cause splashes of happiness
To a life full of strife…..
Your words are Read and Passion spills
On, to White pages from billowing quills
Unleashing Love as the Wind kissing hills
! I say Red Writer, Your Love prevails.
Spreading messages far and near, You,
Overcome the fear, of stories old and Ones
Untold of Hearts in stars that shine of gold.
Let your sWord BE, known by Name.
! I say Red Writer, spread Love. Inflame!
Seconds reveal in living detail that indeed
Another Writer comes, bring Peace in all it’s
Form. This Pen given the Power to burn
Erasing mistakes with potential to harm…
! I say Red Writer… Love… Laugh…Learn.
When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, “Come!” Then
another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the
earth and to make men slay each other. To him was given a huge sword.
“Can you chase.her speedy E.racer… “ — Revelation 6:3-4 NIV
Oh red
Oh red
my orban shade oh red
6 years 8 month i looked
for my orban shade of red
If red is blue and blue is red
Then my sole is blue for red
You were always right in front of me
But a word could not be said
Oh red
Oh red
my bluest shade of red
If they had told me black
I would have nodded back,
that solemn knowing kind,
in absolutes, you find.
But now they say it's green,
by conjecture and unseen,
a faintly turquoise hue
perhaps will match my yew.
(Full needled in my yard
It’s stubby trunk most hard;
It’s top of oval bloom
renounces Winter’s gloom)
But later then they say
it turns to red someday
and so with stars it goes
with us to old age woes
And so I sit and think
while sipping on my drink
am I a red or green
in someone’s color scheme?
Or do I get to choose
and wager not to lose
of all the reds and greens
in my garden, I have seen
I think I chose my rose
It’s scent across my nose.
Has never failed me yet
so red is what I bet.