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Lyla Aug 26
It’s green for you and black for me
Each color plays its part
It’s green for you and black for me
The icon of each heart

Then I met you and you met me
There at the waterfall
How I touched you and you touched me
We never touched at all

Green for you has always been true
But black for me’s too cold
Your green awoke my dreaming soul
Exposing color bold

It’s green for you, now red for me
A tender rose unfurled
The green of you with the red of me
Blossoming in the world
My attempt at a ballad in common meter for a prompt "Red".
Kaput Scripted
The top boss carved the account up some more
He put in place an extra step so no duplicate accounts were made
This was fine in the managers’ eyes an extra layer of a layer
And it created work for a back office guy making those accounts
It was his job to do it not the call centre agents
If they made a new account they got beasted and fired
It was easy to create a new account yet full of risk
Send the details to your TL and then in the form
So back office has it and will make the account
The account will be made and sent to your TL
Who will reassign it to the rep that made the call
No double accounts no confusion yet more stress
Adding to the wait time while the rep does compliance
Completes a needs assessment vets the customer
Sends a promo approval to his TL who sends it
To the manager who sends it to the client
All the while the patient customer holds like a fool
When all this is done and the account is sent over
The closer calls the VT team who complete the sale
If the DM has funds on a working card all is fine
If any step fails the whole thing collapses
What a nice time for me to be endorsed
To a different version of my old healthcare account
No more sales on a failing B2B account
A sigh of relief,
and reassuring smile.
Finally figured it out
with a second glance;
noticing that familiar presence.
There you are,
"Figure Red"
a sequel to Figure Red storyline
David Hilburn Jun 17
Red...
The snore of a ghost...?
Has seen a party, with music fed
A prayer; a sincerity lost?

Catching a breeze
Catching a star
Chances predict, a certain heathen
With marveling eyes, staring at far

Away
Motion of a decision
Saving might from may
A sorrow has spent a stare's lesson

Purpose beyond
Stifling a wish, that gave...
No man a soul, for psyche and longing?
Are we to dance, alone or might we take...

The time to ask
Cause curious, enough to face...
The music, for its compassion of facts?
Seeing a cacophony, I know you, for dread's race...
Lets party like it's nighty-night, benign?
Heidi Franke Jun 7
What is between schocking red, earthly pink, and plummed purple?

Life. Grass. A trembling leaf. Force of green.
My three year old  Serviceberry tree planted in memory has this year bore the berries. The colors shock.
Heidi Franke Jun 5
He died without warning.
Lives fractured
From failing
Air bags,
Ten in all that
Deployed, did not protect.

It happened
Pleading to un do.
On a sidewalk in a fetal position, pleading.

Nothing, no money
Millions or more
Will ever bring him back, but hate takes up residence in your soul, burn until you can't move from the scar tissue.

He would not want hate. He would not want you in this state.

I see it so in every
Red fruit garnished
On the Serviceberry
This year
Three years after your death. I hear his echos, it will be ok.

It's all I have to give
Watered by tears.
Planted a Serviceberry tree after the accidental death of a physician. A tragedy that can not be changed but maybe transformed to allow a manageable life free from the burden of suffering. So many things we suffer over. Let go what you can't control.
Ken Pepiton Jun 1
Saturday after Memorial day,
at the third star, meme

Any ancestor visited
over the holiday, they say,
during the holy day phazem

sayemshakem

thankenthinkentaken
artificial sacred making effect,
are the peacemakers affections

lightfoot tendency to take luck
as good as grace, to live under
as go'ds message receptors formed

from all my nations reasons for liking
Ike and ****, the world's greatest ever
reasons to hate the enemy, most certain,

the law, the charters, since the days
of Rome, nay, farther, since the days
of the written law of fixed intention,

lets us pray aliegiance, under the law
of god, despite the irreal logic of law,

after truth is taken as the key, knowing
we all need to know, all minds made once,
and set aside to try another. Pride knowing,

puffing up the pose, supposed to convey,
ferry, carry across this river, twice,

once for tomorrow, once
just for today.
Notes, exacted out in letters let be any words we mean we think, a state of grace once repeated in penance, piles of idle words, working with us now
Shofi Ahmed Apr 25
The same rose, still ablaze scorching red,  
A ****** from realms yet untread,  
That unfolds upon the ancient, earthen bed—  
But heed the thorn; this way one cannot tread.

Every morning the nightingale sings her song,  
Leaps into melody, ere the day grows long.  
Down the moon’s open eye, once strong,  
To unlock the door, one must belong.

In the quietude, beneath the moon’s aged grace,  
Maybe lies a key forged in shadow,
The sun slides down, lights a candle at a silent pace.  
Who claims this boon, who dares to embrace,  
Must know the rose’s fire, the nightingale’s chase.
Shofi Ahmed Apr 24
The same rose, still red hot,  
the ****** from the other world,  
wide open on the ancient Earth—  
mind the thorn, though;  
this way, the door is closed!

Every morn, the nightingale  
hops onto singing before the sun pops.  
In the shadow of the visited moon,  
keying in the door must be someone's boon!
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