Short Red Handed Poems
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A questionable young lad from the county
Went searching for a well-known burglar’s bounty
Found an empty croaker sack
With a handy auto jack
Ere he was suddenly stopped by a Mountie.
May 17, 2021
I
know that
you’re cheating
with deception.
It's perfectly clear
the only one
you deceive
is just
you
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Caught with his hand in his father's safe
"Oops"-is all he could say.
Constantly telling lies after lies
The truth is now out
all I can do is cry.
Please pray for Nathaniel. A stronghold that needs to be broken.
lullabies in sleep
still sleeplessly snow-skating ~
babies are clever
husband on new love
wife income-generating ~
both caught red-handed
happy luck watchman
peg a day keeps dreams away ~
early sleep late-wake
23 October 2021
What a woman blessed with million dollar looks!
However, we haven’t seen you recently. What cooks?
You were found shoplifting. What a stupid thing to do!
They caught you red handed at Saks Fifth Avenue.
I don’t believe it. Tell me it isn’t true!
he went to see his bride .
finding a wig on his round, shining bald head, she
loudly cried.
he felt ashamed,
as he was caught red handed, he
proclaimed
inept,
on the spot, he
wept
he went to see his bride.
as he was caught red handed, he
wept
Jumping in the shower
Something gonna get broke
Shootin the sh-t with friends
But I don't see no gun smoke
Gotta catch a train
Superman I not
Daughters' putting face on
She was born with one I thought
I was caught red-handed
My hair is red, not my hands
This is driving me crazy
But my trucks is up on stands
Pick out a rose
One that is better than the others
And head through the storm
Squeeze the rose that you grasp
In a choking protection
Only prickled by its thorns
Red-handed guilt
Bloodied pain
Delicate rose shriveled
As it falls from your hand
Slips through your fingers
And head through the storm
Empty handed
Distrusted
Defeated
The man in the elevator
Looked scared as we entered the door
Red-handed was caught
When items not bought
Quick tumbled all over the floor
At first glance, he looked sort of fat
Round stomach and full where he sat
Seemed under his coat
Beer bottles built bloat
Held by a weak sling- they went splat!
I think I had a bit too much. To drink last night.
I thought I saw my ex. Eating my apple pie.
Did he sneak in. Through my open window?
Or does he still have a key. To my front door?
I caught you, I think. Now what are you going to do?
Caught you red-handed. I wondered why my baking
Was going missing...Or was it all a dream?
NO More day NO More night
Rainy sun and blue moon in the half-light of day
Dancing with green silence
NO more music caught red-handed
by the simultaneous clash of lives
in the middle of the orange street ablaze
by the simultaneous shock of lives
exploded in he middle of the yellow glowing night
by the glare of a dark haystack
There’s no one like her in the whole universe
No one can drive me crazy the way she does
I would change everything if I could reverse
I want to love her, no I don’t want to curse
When I stole her mind I was caught red handed
When she will come to wipe all the tears I shed
Only she can kill the beast that hurts my mind
When she will heal the wound that has made me blind
A young woman, her form
still bearing a mirage of beauty.
In her detail she decays
closer still, a beauty returns
as a micro-delicacy.
Her charm dips in and out
like a swan through the bodies spoilage.
Da Vinci and his artist acolytes,
those red-handed anatomists,
all owe her rent.
The swan should be redrawn,
blood-money paid
with those same blunt tools
they broke into her with.
The Alfa Romeo sport flaunting her red
Physical chemistry of love, red-handed;
Whizzes past in frills to blow the mind
Eighteen plus a zero the speeding craze.
A Red riding hood into the city of bears
Busting forth from the red blood heart;
Teddies groan to love in crimson blush
Crush a heart here, one there to bleed:
No damn war fated so many to death;
She does it here without a single shot.
No longer silent and small
the gluttony has taken its toll
heavier and slower than before
we hear the pitter patter of his feat
everyone watches as he steals the cheese
caught red handed he plays the fool
moi?
Clickity Clack the mouse does go
attention seeking, like the orange old troll
all the old ladies sitting in the gallery
having a good laugh
at his expense
now you know the meaning of dense
Millions voice are calling loudly.
Now my ears are closed.
Millions tears are falling.
Now floods are destroying.
Billions and billions said nobody knows.
And they still keeping saying so.
And where this seeds are..
On the fat soil or stone..
You had visible at joint, crossing, and conection.
As is where you born.
Social network catch red-handed.
As is your source.
Now you are in public.
by patric ndidzulafhi munyai
A heart drawn around the initials of two
Awkward boy uttered fluttered love
Graffiti scrawled in black marker pen
Vandalism was rife in school back then.
Whispered timid stuttered muttered girl
You held me close and pecked my cheek
The teacher caught us red handed
And showed his annoyance, with us meek.
The Principal made us paint
The wall under the staircase
Of the main hall, blue
The love we felt back then, was a changing hue.
15.09.2020
My Hypocrisy
Readily love to lie
rather than break a heart,
Falsely take oaths
to make believe it right,
Caught red handed
for my hypocrisy,
My patients
are so humble and wise,
Emotions so true
expressions can't hide,
When my words
don't match my face,
I can't be much of a
smart hypocrite,
Whatever is in my heart
shows in my eyes!
Written April 20th, 2015
For contest "What is your hypocrisy" by Justin Bordner
HM in contest
I like travelling a lot
that’s why people are
often giving me guilt trips.
I like to drill and dig holes
that’s why people always bore me.
I like playing possum
that’s why life often passes me by.
I paint a lot in red
that’s why people often catch me
red-handed painting the town red.
I am old-school and like to
hitch rides on horse-drawn cart
but fall off the wagon often.
I bite off more than I can chew
And I am hanging onto life now
by the skin of my teeth.
In mental stasis, I remain,
Moving restlessly, never inane.
Nomadic actions, thoughts immobile,
A dichotomy within, deeply hostile.
Self-pity offers a deceptive release,
A dopamine hit, a false sense of peace,
Clawing at myself, seeking the thrill,
Lacerating tendons, a need to fulfil.
Red-handed, pale-hearted, I stand,
Distanced, departed, to the unknown land.
Uncharted, unguarded, my soul's domain,
Discarded, disregarded, from my own disdain.
That started from stopping...