Short In The Red Poems
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she had a shape
it would bake a cake
she was neat
was aye treat
yo can bet
she didn't look amess
the
LADY IN THE RED DRESS
he comming soon
under the moon
he's a old goon
with the toy bloons
so stay tune
listen for his toot
he the
FAT MAN WITHE THE RED SUIT
The girl in the red barrette
Silently walking downtown
Lifting her hair over top
To watch it slide down
Russell Sivey
With no morals or divinity
Or no women of virginity
Down in the red light square
Such a lady so fair
Is quite rare in this vicinity
Media mush call Omicron "mild"
But its victims are not so beguiled
An hospital bed
Puts them in the red
And spoils Christmas for many a child!
How many more finches will fit?
In the red french fries packet shaped like a mitt
Tried four but it did not work
stuck with three and one who lurks
When Mad Mitch was feeling mucky
Donald Trump went to Kentucky
Trump's horrorscope said,
"You're still in the red
But right where some studs get lucky!"
Cemeteries are bursting at the seams
With business booming beyond their dreams
If you're in the red
Because someone's dead
Thank Trump, and Mitch, and GOP schemes
The day’s warming up by degrees,
or that’s what the optimist sees.
With that being said,
we’re still in the red
when factoring in that stiff breeze.
Pharaoh
Proud of heart
Exalted himself to the heavens
Defied the living God
And drowned in the red sea.
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017.
aka Laugh-in Stock
Trump's tie hangs below his buckle
To advertise honey suckle?
But Trump's in the red
So no pronouns shed
Though it does make some folks chuckle!
he has cart gifts and toys
for girls and boys
he was nices
didn't think twice
to repect mom and dad
you'll be glad
as he ride and toot and hes cute
THE
FAT MAN IN THE RED SUITE
A flying reindeer drank much beer
Wanting to be full of Christmas cheer,
When the man in the red suit pulled his rein
He wobbled in the sky with such disdain
He filled poor Santa with fear.
We were two people in one world in a crowded and unsteady life, walking quietly out to Neverland. The only people we would ever see are miles behind us, mysterious and magical in the red light of the horizon.
gilded and blooming
from the red room days go by
panoramic views
songs all the summer
forest green from my windows
divers birds converge
velvet nights rose dawns
as all the world passes by
life is tinged with red
To the young lady I shagged on the bed
Sorry my bank account was so in the red
My checkbook had bounced
When on you I pounced
Dearie, better to be in the red than dead.
Written April 21, 2022
Red or Blue it's still hot
In the red heat there is blue
In the blue heat there is red
Could be a reddish blue
Could be a bluish red
It is still hot.
He is her husband
She is his wife
Both are still One
They are Man and Wife.
In every room I had piles of books,
In all the crannies and all the nooks.
I really needed somewhere for them;
A set of shelves on which to store them.
But they cost too much, I was in the red.
So I went out and sold the books instead
Let’s have a wienerwurst roast said the guy in the red tee.
I thought it was a smart idea; franks always taste good to me.
those franks were delicious roasted over a fire with charcoal.
My bun was laced with pickle relish I ate it almost whole.
Big house, three cars and shopping evryday. Materialism, socalisim and consumerism. Ism,
ism ,ism. Being in debt.
In the RED. Stressed out. Diamond rings, bling, bling , bling.
Bored and no hope. Greed and deceit.
Money dosen't by happiness.
Form:
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Quote
raised,
aware
of silence
in the red-eyed night,
morning likewise in quietude
until the incessant dirge of Poe, the bells bringing
down the house, and in the garden, an eagle…
…throws its wings around the tombstone’s shoulders
infant sucked up in red waters
old buried in the red pools
it's a pity
on a black day
dies Mr pity
on a pity day
in a pity time
into a pity grave
in a black out
it's a pity
when I looked into the skies
I could see heroes gone
before their time during the black day
What - more than love - endures
parades God's face
no drench of fire's climb
heart's gold - stifled not
today - as long ago
passion for the earnest soul
rises in the red dawn
seeking inner substance
bathed in hope's arousal
soothed with turmoil's lessons
scarlet's conquest bows
if ya lived awhile in west Queensland,
out in the red soil dust,
where the crows will take your eyes out,
and bore water is a must:(
if ya saw a thin and starving cow,
with not a blade of grass to eat,
the summer sun, death will come,
the crows are wanting meat:(
thanks to Dan K
Don
Trump says that the best way to spoil it
Is flush tax returns down the toilet*
But the IRS said
You'll be deep in the red
Fish 'em out and make sure you boil it!
* Trump's White House staff report
that Trump had a penchant for
tearing, flushing - and retrieving -
documents from the toilet