Scarlet heart, smile for me now or never
The thought of you brings me scarlet fever
Your red pigment reminds me of saccharine caress
Your orange tinge reminisces sour-sweet embrace
Your playful voice brings thundering rhapsody
Your luscious lips are like zones of fantasy
Your beauty is perpetually exquisite
Your daring look, only fools would resist
*For Cordillera girl*
May 4, 2023
Narrow cobblestone lanes
The clop-clop of horse-drawn buggies
The crack of the whip...
Pots of Steam on blackened stoves
Whooping cough, scarlet fever
Stale bread, castor oil...
There's a flower that looks like a pair of hooker's lips
Strangely, they're called “Hooker's Lips”
Agencies are paid big bucks to come up with these gems
Crazy ideas at their fingertips
Got some brilliant ideas too, give me a call
Just charge a small fee for expenses
Extra if my ideas lead to a million dollar campaign
Then serious negotiation commences
Charge a fortune for these award winning ideas
But for you if you act before 3 A.M.
As well, there's a discount for a quick tussle in the hay
Seems a little off topic, not was my intent
Okay back on track talking about pretty flowers
Another unusual one is an “Escariata”
A Spanish word for scarlet or scarlet fever as well
Not too romantic, sounds a bit like pasta!
Now back to “Hooker's Lips”, gonna put some by my bed
To help me in my reverie each night
The hookers I frequent will be clamouring for me
And my “Rhododendron”, what delight!
You don’t know intensity…
Red…
Everywhere…
Scarlet walls… painted
And it looks BEAUTIFUL…gushing out tainting the canvas, what a rush… wish you could feel it.
I lick the blade; my accomplice, and an abrupt sting kisses my tongue
I am exhilarated… I am Alive!
Flashbacks of my hands on your neck squeezing the life out of you, my blade in my hand taunting you…
And your jugular just pleading for an opening. I carve a smile from ear to ear and I kiss it deeply…
What a Pulsating flow… I drink the remnants of what seemed like an eternity of crimson water.
My hands are soaking, so is my shirt and my neck… your body is shaking and I hold It against mine as if to protect you from the cold.
I lick your newly carved smile dry to clean the water off it as I lay you to rest
hello, my name is deadly nightshade
and I bring the nightfall of scarlet fever
down the endless winding stairs
I am the cause of malice in Paris,
tentacle spectacle and bullet ballet
fear my endeavor, this is my caprice
through shifting mirrors
I'll vanish in Venice
on eve of delight
I realize, tottering
scarce but not fanciful
starlings are on their way
starlings with green irish eyes
blazing upon me as witches sing
that art of war is not the same
as war of art (among the insane)
and so crooked count sleeps unaware
through the night shift
till the dawn of flames
scarlet streaked with yellow
I lean in to inhale her scent
I reach out to feel her touch
she pricks me
and I bleed
bleed her yellow fever
bleed her scarlet fever
she needs me to bleed
so gladly I bleed
scarlet streaked with yellow...
she grows
she flourishes
in my garden of pain
and delight...
Dedicated to 'The Rose of Texas' - Irma Linda (PD)
Scarlet streaked with yellow
I lean to breathe in her scent
I reach out to feel her touch
she pricks me
and I bleed…
bleed her scarlet fever
bleed her yellow fever
she needs me to bleed
I need her to need me to bleed
so gladly I bleed
scarlet streaked with yellow...
Wild like the rose, I must have
vicious when in bane
Swallow the aroma... Passion
acknowledge the tropical beauty
enjoy the inspirational tease
bondage and bandages of needing,
aroused by the pain
aroused by the danger
Inviting... Touch my wilderness
I stick, you bleed
stroke, with fever, chills
viral & unexpected, "I am The American Plague"
Wild like the rose, you must have
This poem is a collaboration by Tim Ryerson and Linda (PD)
Submitted for: 'The Heart of Seduction contest sponsored by Justin Bordner
scarlet streaked with yellow
I lean to breathe in her scent
I reach out to feel her touch
she pricks me
and I bleed...
bleed her scarlet fever
bleed her yellow fever
she needs me to bleed
so gladly I bleed
scarlet streaked with yellow
Gotta be me.
No one else.
I tried to be,
Someone's clone,
And it gave me an uneven tone.
Gotta be me.
I don't care if you don't like it.
I don't care if you strike it.
This is my life.
And I can't hitchhike it
I probably tried to be you,
But it's not true to me.
I tried to be people in my family.
I can't do that either.
Gotta be me.
Whether it sends you colorless chills,
Or give you scarlet fever.
Gotta be me.
It makes me free,
To be only,
Who I wanna and gotta be,
Me.
4-23-11
There are those who scoff at near death experiences but I happen to disagree.
I was born on my parent's farm in Indiana and around about the age of three,
I contracted a very serious case of scarlet fever and nearly "bought the farm!"
But due to the fervent prayers of my folks to the One Who can ease all alarm,
(And, of course the doctor's care - they made house calls in the "olden" days!),
I survived that scary situation and I shall ever give to Him the praise!
Perhaps He saw some redeeming value in me and wanted to keep me aroun',
So I've tried to walk the straight and narrow - I hope I haven't let Him down!
It was during that malady that I had the mysterious encounter with death,
And was later told that I had nearly breathed my final breath.
I saw that long gray tunnel spiraling heavenward and at the top a light,
The most unearthly and brilliant light I'll every see, so very, very bright!
I would defy those who make light (so to speak) of this mystical event.
After all, what three-year old child would have pre-knowledge of what it meant?
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