Short Rouge Poems
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La vie est rouge comme ton coeur
plein de passion et d'excitation
avec l'amour comme cerise sur le gâteau
et le bonheur est la crème glacée ...
ROUGE
powder
cosmetic
a geisha softens
her stark pale complexion
subtly adding warmth to cheeks
“a carnation in the teahouse”
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you were not live
died in the womb
before I could hold you
at birth and kiss your soul
my little princess
the moon in your heart
that failed to beat
tore the promise
of peace innocence desire
to walk by my side
and I grieve
Nonchalant Rouge
By Maui Sanders
Absence of affection
Is not a sore ditch
Film reels
And family memories
Even though I may not
Have one
In my mind, I am a warrior
Who is learning
How to be of an object
To people on a pursuit to
Win the trophy
They as some say, you can't help it when your in love...
Where passion pours uninhibited her ? Free flowing from
A heart's quill: brush the canvas virgin white; gossamer scenes
In candlelight; quantum dreams their no surprise: love's rendezvous
Balanced beams his moon she shines; twined these two, to paint her eyes.
Form:
Palo Alto-Baton Rouge
Every Compliment
Is A Plea For Compliance
An Expectation Of
Rewarding Response.
ASMR With Tender Fingers
And A Pretty Stick
Across Your Bare And
Tender Supple Skin.
Whelp! Whelp! Whelp!
With A Sweet Carrot
Kiss To Every Nostril
Carefully Planted.
-Gray Squirrel
06-21-2025
Cambodia
Prison camp S-21
Angkar kills but does not explain
your blood bleeds into my veins
so I can feel your pains
whatever god you pray to
beg for deliverance.
in the good old USA we are
unaware of unseen suffering.
Usually but not always.
we met at a wedding and
you shared your story
in broken English until
I understood that you
had been in the killing fields.
The Moulin Rouge at Night
At night, the Moulin Rouge bursts into life
with orchestrated music and bright lights,
where singers and cancan dancers excite
audiences who applaud them with delight,
and is a splendid place to patronize
for entertainment when in Paris, France,
where, by happenstance, people may unite
seeking merriment or discrete romance.
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God must be playing marbles with the planets...
It's Earth's turn to be in the palm of his loving hand.
For millennia, mankind had its chance at the loom.
Endless wars, lust, and greed are all he could weave.
Now we're perched between God's thumb and forefinger.
Soon he'll flick us to the outer edges of his patience.
Branded a cold and hopeless snot ball of darkness.
As he reaches for another sphere, rouged with potential.
If red is your favourite colour,
Then let there be blood in the sky,
Bleed out would I,
Just to appease your preferences,
Plant one million roses,
As the lavender decomposes,
Just to indulge your eyes.
Ruby rivers cover silver streams,
I could not comprehend even in dreams,
What I would do for that scarlet shade,
Saturating my days, it is not afraid,
To discolour my vision,
‘Twas a lie of omission,
To make you my perfect rouge.
Lets go to Paris' finest venue.
Lets go enjoy the ride.
Where the skirts fly high,
and the gentlemen dressed in black tie.
Follow me behind the red curtain.
Experience this life.
Where the dancers entertain you,
and there's no strife.
Venez au Moulin Rouge,
and be apart what you dreamed of.
Feathers that drift, Diamonds that sparkle in the light.
That you'll wanna stay all night.
So come to this cabaret,
witness the cancan.
You'll love it forever,
cause nothing else is better.