"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
It’s All About Perspective
How would you feel,
If you went home today
To find a strange creature
Had entered your cave
While you were away?
You would you feel,
If you looked in your bed
To find sleeping there soundly
A wee human head?
Would you be angry?
Would you see red?
How would you feel,
If some golden-haired brat
Had gobbled your supper
And shattered the chair where you always sat?
What would you do?
How would you handle that?
How would you feel,
If the door to your cave
Had been kicked in by a kid
Who just could not behave?
Would you rumble and roar
Or just rant and rave?
No one would blame you,
If you got really mad
With a dimpled-faced terror who destroyed all that you had.
That’s how many would feel, but
Isn’t it sad
That no one had taught her
How not to be bad?
the Heart wants what it wants
~
Individualistic unrivaled wants
Tempting desires into needs
Defying the mind its logistics
Reinventing discarded feelings
Unto someone / something new
Hand in hand - words & action
How far-off will "delusion" go
How slow will integrity show
Rigid essence of the person
In morality & their principals
The once frowned upon red
Has now been flagged green
Do away the self-abiding rules
Based on likeability & the who
See red and only logic will reign
See green & everything's serene
The sure way to its death is passion
And lack in continued preservation
Eventful ache or a new resurrection
The heart's desire its only sanction
crayon everywhere
playing peekaboo on walls -
the patrons see red
By Poet: "LOVE, just four letters makes a very powerful word."
Have you looked inside of a store?
Filled from the ceiling to the floor,
with pretty gifts on every shelf.
Every aisle has more and then some more.
I see red everywhere for myself,
a pretty rose red bedspread for the elf.
Valentine's Day is full of love.
I will make red cornbread for thyself.
I am looking for a card like a dove,
not one showing a boxing glove.
This one will make him really smile,
as it shows my fun and true love.
Valentine's shopping went on for awhile,
now get home and decorate in style.
Cooking and baking for a great dinner,
will make him happy and be all worthwhile.
Dark, stark is the path,
I control my wrath,
Trod forth,
Staying on course,
Wanting—needing—to reach the end
Just around the bend,
I pray, I hope,
I grope,
For I’ve travelled far and wide
Without a star to guide,
Without a light
In the night,
I sigh,
Cry,
Wipe tears,
Wish away fears,
And then, ahead
I see red
And greens, yellows, blues,
Various hues...
The sun is shining,
I’ve quit whining
For I’ve reached the end:
That place around the bend,
I shade my eyes
From the glow in the skies,
Peek at the land,
Stand
Strong and tall,
For I did not fall.
September saunters in with hints of fall in tow,
brief respite from late summer’s sultry heat.
Mild weather will stand down for summer’s last hurrah.
Then autumn’s unique glories we will greet.
Already we see red and amber in the trees,
and falling leaves are dancing in the breeze.
Teenagers
Tired of being harassed
By your stupid parents
Act now
Stuppidly wanted
Pack your bags and your irrigants
Get up off your ass
Get a job
Fill out an application
Pay your own bills
Because you know everything
You know more than me
Your phone bill will sky rocket
I don’t have a clue
I don’t want to see red sirens
Put your big boy pants on
Don’t ask me for any more money
You can pay for your very own $900 rent payment
Don’t forget a roll of quarts for the laundry matt
Use paper plates
Don’t be crying to me
I don’t want to hear it
You are dying for your own independents
It’s time to do adult things
Enjoy
Dear Glory
In America, today has been declared ' Flag Day'.
I join in this declaration to honor and salute you.
Some in my generation have at times burned you.
I am deeply grieved by such displays of disrespect.
Old Glory, please be informed that on this day, June 14,
2025, there are several flags placed on my property.
Certainly, in America as in every country, there are
people of many stripes. Indeed, there are the good,
the bad, and the ugly. In my mind, you represent
a nation of 'good people'. I will not allow the negatives
to blind me of the myride of positivities in America.
Old Glory, when I pause and gaze upon you, I do not
see red states and blue states. Although my eyes
are often clouded by storms of divisiveness, I still
see within the eye of our storms "One Nation, Under
God, Indivisible, With Liberty And Justice For All".
So Glory, again I honor and salute you for all the
good that you represent. Blessings continually.
Sincerely, Sitruc.
Falling in between family cracks
Only with shirt on your back
Sometimes life is incredibly wacked
The adults mistakes mean life is bad
Even though it’s not your fault
Racking brain with what you said
Keeping hope seems a lost cause
In time so angry you see red
Defying the odds determined to be
Someone powerful when grown and free
When I see red roses
I remind of bloody sunsets
That is frozen in green field
I see those petals like tongues
Burning like flames under pressure
Its passion cannot explained in words
And its smell like fresh wind from the East
I envy with star and love it the most
Each beauty is sealed like love letter
From a boyhood and girlhood of neighbors
Where love sticker is the seal on the letter
And a pair of chocolate adorn with a rose
I see this memory once my youth of prime
The experience of love letter and love itself.
A Kamikaze peddler
Who follows his nose
fluorescent green Lycra
A middle finger he shows
Slower than a snail
As wide as truck
Forget the highway code
He pushes his luck.
Side by side they pedal
Three or four deep
Then they become violent
If you give them a beep
They own the road
and there’s no mistake
Zip through red lights
No prisoners they take
Danger personified
Full speed ahead
And then they wonder
Why motorists see red.
The bike’s abandoned
He washes his hands
Peels off his Lycra
He’s got urgent plans
Jumps in his car
To go somewhere fast
A slight incline
He just can’t pass
In front is a pedlar
And It’s Karma at last.
David Cox 11/05/25
Im in that dark place in my feeling's in head again.
I see red and black.
I don't won't to be here.
I'm in a room by myself.
I just want to grow wings in fly.
How i get here you ask.
Helping and thinking about everybody but myself.
When will I learn.
And the end of it all I'm only one who has my back besides God.
The monster in my head says It will be over soon.
I believe it and i can feel it
I know what's next the fake caring and fake tears
F#ck that and f#ck them to.
You did this to me.
I didnt just do this to myself.
We all played apart in laying me to rest.
You didn't see the pain hurt I beared and kept to myself
because I didn't want to seem weak or embarrass myself. You hurt me. As I did myself.
Thank God I won't let anyone of you ever hurt me again. Sault you monsters in my head and in my face.
Death his here.I smiled when I heard the loud boom.
Red is beautiful.
Red can be as dark as violence,
And as light as love.
It can hold feelings of limerence,
That I am never sick of.
Red is the taste of crisp apples,
And the color of blood.
It is the aftermath of battles,
When the day is done.
Red is beautiful,
Red is wonderful.
But when the day is gone,
And when the day is dead,
We will never see it.
We never see red.
Let me tell you of God
You see, he has killed a lot of people
and when you look into the light
The light makes him sneak
so you have to find him at night
Right before you sleep
Tell him about your tight day
And dont make him feel shame
It is only at night
when you find peace and grace
It is only right
when you talk to him, alright
when you cant see shame
When he cant see red
when he is clean and right
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