"redd" poems
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
And redd’ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire:
The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:
These ears, alas! for other notes repine,
A different object do these eyes require:
My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
And new-born pleasure brings to happier men:
The fields to all their wonted tribute bear;
To warm their little loves the birds complain:
I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
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I
Fall has started.
Students pile into their desks
as teacher begins the lesson,
with 32 apple gifts in her bottom drawer.
II
Wake up in the morning.
Walk down the stairs.
Grab an apple
among the bananas and
pears.
III
Sitting under a tree, dreaming,
disturbed by a falling fruit.
The apple that knocked your head.
The apple that discovered gravity.
IV
Lovers entwined in each others’ arms.
“I love you,” says one.
“I love you more,” says the other.
“You are the apple of my eye,” says the first.
The second smiles.
V
Kids running rampant,
touch football and tag.
Trading card games while eating lunch.
Lunch? PB&J;, a banana,
and Mott’s Apple Juice.
VI
One of the largest computer companies: Apple.
The Beatles music company: Apple.
Apples are the foundation of everything.
Makes sense,
right?
VII
The Disney hotel room was tan all over.
Even my 6-year-old brain remembers that.
The green sheen of the apple skin was
more appealing than the tan, for sure.
VIII
Apples, apple juice, applesauce, apple pie,
apple cider, candied apples, Redd’s apple ale.
So many choices.
So many variations.
None quite as good as the first one listed.
IX
The red on her lips matched the fruit’s skin
as she bit down into the juicy apple.
Within minutes she was down to its core
and mine.
X
Apply applesauce to the aforementioned area.
This isn’t a game, HeadOn.
It is just alliteration.
XI
The stanzas in this poem
couldn’t be more different
than apples and oranges.
Gotcha.
XII
Mi corazón se dispara a mi garganta
cuando yo te veo. Siento mi nuez de Adán se endurece.
Tus labios, rojos como manzanas,
se ven tan dulces.
Te extraño, Red. Y, finalmente,
te amo.
XIII
This poem brought to you by:
Mott’s Apple Juice, Redd’s Apple Ale,
The Beatles’ Apple, Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak’s Apple
Sir Isaac Newton’s Apple, Adam’s Apple,
God’s apple, my apple, your apple, he/she/it apple,
It apple bit the apple.
The core of this poem, much like the core of an apple.
Seeds throughout.
This poem brought to you by:
My 15” Macbook Pro Apple laptop.
And the author, moi. From my heart. From my brain.
This poem brought to you by apples.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
It was spring when the old things get cleared away
and I opened a drawer that was mostly closed now;
in the back was a ring of keys I hadn't touched forever
because the doors they opened were gone.
My first car, a castoff from my father we used in high school
to go to practice, or for hamburgers, or to the movies
in a time when that was the most fun we could have.
I see the boys now, smiling and singing songs you never hear anymore.
The key to my the apartment I had going to school, a little place
I shared with Jimmy Redd just off campus where we
drank, caroused and learned how to cook hamburger helper
between working and going to class.
The key to my first office and the house I bought where
some of my kids lived and I had a future
that was wasted by trusting people whose most important
love was in the mirror every morning
Then there were no keys for years when I could not unlock
the doors I lived behind in places where
the only comfort was a date yet to come as I waited
and the world turned without me, changing everything
Which turned out to be for the best
For the last unused key was to my first home after leaving high school
the place love became real and where the missing part
of me had been waiting through her own trials.
I smiled and held the keys tight then put them back into the drawer
they are not useless as I thought
because the doors they open are those I will
always be able to enter.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
The thousand dreams and burns and hopes and scars
That crimson phantoms, deep within the skin
Graze and raze with, betrayed by eyes like stars,
Shift and ache. Too long I looked within
For on this present dark’ning deathless day
The thousand hearts of man so pierced my soul;
I saw them all. Wild, frazzled from the fray,
Dragging, too weighed by life’s relentless toll.
Sweet sonder, teach me by the sky-wide sun
The thousand lives that glow with redd’ning force,
That burst like vineyard vats with seams undone,
That reel like sea-lost ships that miss their course.
But then that chilling truth in my mind fell:
If I can read their hearts, they read mine as well.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
by Arcassin B & claudia
CR: lust is a want , love is a need,
AB: i could take your heart out on a joy ride but i
can't feed the birds and the bees,
CR: There will be bumps along the road but with me
you'll never have to do it alone,
AB: I'll put my life on line , trying to spend time,
but i'll always be here for you at home,
CR: With you it's not what i see , its what i feel,
AB: i don't wanna be what every man is ,i want something real,
AB : when we touch its like its all i could think about,
like all i could about,
all i could think about,
i swear your kisses make a blind man see,
your touch could get me excited , set me free,
please tell me is this lust or love,
because i want this to be real to me,
CR: your smile is a work of art and being in your presence
warms my heart,
AB: your body is a heaven gate to newer things and better things
is what i want for both of us to have a brand new start,
CR: don't shut me out , just let it be,
AB: we'll go through trials and obstacles and then we'll be free,
CR: Love is something that transpires and lust is what you desire,
AB: Don't get the two mixed up , Don't feel so stuck cause at the end of the day
lust will expire,
AB : when we touch its like its all i could think about,
like all i could about,
all i could think about,
i swear your kisses make a blind man see,
your touch could get me excited , set me free,
please tell me is this lust or love,
because i want this to be real to me.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
Jeg vekker verden for tiden går: våkn opp
Vi kan være borte i morgen: stå opp
Jeg vekker verden, fordi jeg vil gi bort det jeg har,
I morgen kan vi miste den gaven
For hver dag er vi nærmere slutten
Som kan være starten av en ny begynnelse.
Så finn det stedet, din mening, din egen bølge,
Gi bort hjertet, gi bort alt,
Elsk,respekter andre, drøm,
Vær kul, vis verden at du er noen
Dag etter dag, tiden stopper ikke,
Jeg lever og vil oppleve hvert minutt.
Verdens farger i mitt blod,
Folkets **** med morgendagens luft,
Jeg skal vekke dere: Carpe Diem.
Stå opp med ordene på tunga, jeg lever
Fra nå av, ikke fra i morgen, fra nå av,
Har jeg ikke tid til å kaste tiden bort,
Skriv livets manus selv, og visk den aldri ut.
Alle har en vei å gå, alle er noen,
Og med hevet hode bærer de stolt sitt kors,
De kan lære deg å tro, vise deg vei.
Ikke vær redd for å kjempe for tilværelsen,
ikke vær redd for nederlag.
Jeg vekker verden, det er min vei,
Mitt oppdrag, min mening.
Så jeg sier nå til dere alle:
“Opplev hver dag, og bruk din gave.”
Og hvis du tror på kjærlighet,
Sørg for at den er gjensidig,
Sammen stå opp og se alltid samme vei,
Vær sammen til døden skiller dere ad.
DET er gaven.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Frozen glitter
I'm strong enough
To be a flower.
It's Broken
Once Broken
Grass stained kisses
And lemonaded gorillas.
As ships go by.
Starla May
Eating thumbs
Stopping in styrofoam
Plastico
Runner balloons
All I see is stars
And his familiar voice
Keys and stones
Melt my heart evergreen.
I fly in space with you.
Killed by winter yells
Chocolate popcorn
Fireballs
Little pink bowed peach basket
Jittery hell
Rhinestone eyes
Redd's mainland
Chicken foot
Warped noises
That's electric
Two brothered pixels
These are the things
That fill my soul with air
So I suffocate with
An adoring heart.
I love you.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
H.Williams 2013
Who among us is this freakin' humongous?
You're human, I'm a hue-man, painting pictures for all you fungus.
You're a bug to squish then flick, like dust off the table you dis-gust us.
I'm about to blow everyone away, don't even try to duck from this gust.
They sweat from my riddles, thermometers turn red when we step in to see.
You're weak in the knees, lost in the woods for the better part of a week.
This is my forest, when trees fall everyone hears –or they read it and weep.
What's black, white and red all over? Newspapers with stories about me.
I'm news, your olds. I Redd-it before you read it, you're a day late and 2 dollars short.
In short, your stuff's a re-run. Shorten the ending or put in a cork.
We already seent it like a Tarantino beginning ending's over, sport
Sit out this inning, grin and watch me win then bomb your tree fort.
I roar around, burnin' your twigs, turn everything red, rage it all down.
Re-run your lap, re-score your sound. I returned your tape, so refund me now.
I did the work, you just sat around, and you deserve zip. So YOU pay me now.
You're human (just), stop having a cow. I'm humongous --the money better match now.
Now you're sayin' that my head's too big, too big for my britches after
I tell you I can't fit inside this box, so please stop putting up rafters.
I have nothing left, so the fear of losing has ceased to be a factor.
This isn't tooting my own horn; it's me spitting blood on my captors.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
It's been a long time, on this bed,
listening to all these songs of the dead
May be I should play something else instead,
a song that could make everything redd.
"Dear, Do you remember any such song,
that could make me forever strong?"
"Oh Joe, You waited all this time long
for a notion which you'll never get along."
May be that's where I went wrong,
I regret begging you to remember that song.
All I wanted was to try my luck before it's too long.
I thought you'd remember, that your love was that vigorous song.
So now, I am back to the songs of the dead
wishing for that day to come with no dread.
I hope for that day, a day with no more worries ahead,
on which I get that final mend, for all these wounds in my head.
Now I can't feel a thing in this body
Now I am nothing but a dead-body.
oh God, don't breath a new life into this body, of this noddy
Just let me stay in this lifeless body, to lead a life with no jeopardy.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
Here is the vond vedette,
Here are the congeries scopulous at the alluvion combe - a serow discovers a yawn
Within its palm. Electrical storms redd over this mountain's peaks its verbs, spate it's cwms. Lichen flux ecesis, caught in the current towards veridity.
A verderer hazed by chessile guillotines, naves hain- dwindling grike of corrasion
Indomite lithoids behooving one's obstacle of self, set by sanguine puerile innocent knosps. While the eyes howk that merriment of skin-cleft sensations into the reweaved aureoles, those many colored plumes of split flowers, which open into brightly singing dactyls of these grieving bield and obscene vocations. To the gulch of one thousand bells, and only the passive nestling interstices to anoint them
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC