pricot and plums;
are they served in fruit salad;
citrus to me so
~
melon-choly bowl;
filled with collar turnip green;
fruit cocktail salad;
~
urban session dreads;
drenched in hot sauce Red Devil;
ranch dressing salad?
As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire
As nights were thin with desperate longings-
Vacancy raps such emotional ties
I sit here now nude, devoid of my belongings
Cursing the raging red-devil that flies
I have molded statue, image so vain
Whispers flow from its giant dead fingers
And the evening shadows do deeply pain
I watch as love's brilliant sunset lingers
Watch I your shadow dancing to the song
And rapturous violin stands to joy play
As the small red ants scurry right along
Dare I say I miss not soul's empty throngs.
You my lover, live for the breath of my desire.
As I vent on you this hot-born sexual fire!
Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet
July 7th, 2013
In the internal disputatiousness
of some politicians, innocent people
Always turn to be their preys.
If you put your legs
In something you know better
You will be avoiding stress,
trauma and heart attacks.
Sometimes you can hate
innocent people
Because of some politicians
Who can sell you to red devil
When their deals are well done
And you end up having chronic pains
Which will kill you in the future.
June 25/ 2023
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
N/A
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
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.
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
The first fluid they drain into you
Has color of wine
And they call it the red-devil
The second glitters like glycerine
And drips like tear
In merciless silence
The matron looks at you
For a while
As if she is gazing at the skyline
Through a window glass
And walks away
Like a cloud in a dream
Halfway to her station
Across the pale marble floor
She turns back and looks at me
As if she wants to tell me
I'm standing in a cemetery
And she is the echo of eulogies
You sleep like a weaned baby
Your eyes move nervously
Underneath closed eyelids
Haunted by ghosts
From the land of dead hairs
I suppose so helplessly
dark blanket of smoke
covers hillsides
of California
then tongues of red devil
fly swiftly
to rescue the slow
Always and forever a red devil.
I am red to the bone marrow.
To the battlefield when you were gone,
We stayed behind to lead you forth.
When we were thought down and out,
Out of the shadows sprang new heroes.
You stood with me not to crumble;
I'll stand by you when you struggle.
Down Ferguson lane take me home,
Take me home to Old Trafford.
Always and forever a red devil
Ever red to the bone marrow.
Trafford was young:Trafford is now old
I have seen never the devil give up battle.
Sharp and straight to the point it once was,
Even in the grave I would connect to Vodafone.
America's AIG too we did don,
Still I to the very end I'm Trafford.
An AON to insure against youth destruction
Still at war, our Alex Over the Natural.
In a brand new Chevrolet we drive now
A vehicle that veers towards Canaan and hope.
Take me down Manchester Road
Take me home to Old Trafford.
Forever and ever a red devil:
I am ever red to the bone marrow.
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
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....
I loved you once. A love so fervent you were all I wanted. You were all I could think about. I gave myself to you and believed in you. I defended you, begged for you, and lied just to have you. I could not be without you and when I was, I let the . know. You asked for my soul, but are incapable of reciprocation. I prayed to never see you again, yet believed your lie and welcomed your return. I embraced you into these broken arms. I've given you all I had; my pride, my home, my faith, my God. You are all I NEVER needed... Hate, destruction, and evil are you. So selfish you begin and end with me and mine. You are MEthamphetaMINE.
-The Red Devil Lie
I loved you once. A love so fervent you were all I wanted. You were all I could think about. I gave myself to you and believed in you. I defended you, begged for you, and lied just to have you. I could not be without you and when I was, I let the . know. You asked for my soul, but are incapable of reciprocation. I prayed to never see you again, yet believed your lie and welcomed your return. I embraced you into these broken arms. I've given you all I had; my pride, my home, my faith, my God. You are all I NEVER needed... Hate, destruction, and evil are you. So selfish you begin and end with me and mine. You are MEthamphetaMINE.
-The Red Devil Lie
Room 5 – that’s where it starts
It is always 14 minutes from being nowhere
You can settle in for liquid cocktails
Ordered up by an oncologist and pharmacist
The mixologist has 10 years experience delivering the Red Devil
No mucking about. She knows how to get you where you are going
And get you there in one ragged piece of your self.
You’ll walk out but your mind and muscles are punked out pieces of meat
It’s like going ten rounds with Ali. Punch drunk from a float and jab
You will watch his feet float like a butterfly and his jab sting like a bee
But you are always 14 minutes away from being nowhere
People will speak, their mouths will move like slow motion action
You will see the spittle and the tongues wagging wildly but again you are still 14
Minutes away from being nowhere
No one understands
They all care
Or at least they say they do.
Drum roll please!
Strike the drum smartly Ed.
Lower it to the ground
Room 5 – is always where it starts.
And it damn sure is 14 minutes from being nowhere.
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