"reddy" poems
That workaholic lady who's always on call,
keeping up with the market fall.
That newly married lady with chunky red bangles,
returning to her father's big castles.
That person who's scared to get lapse,
so stays active on the google maps.
That person who swings like a kid at the back door,
Or the one who perform calisthenics on an empty floor.
That next door girl with a red lipstick,
flicking her shinny hair & gossiping with her clique,
That dreamer gazing outside the window,
That overworked soul dozing on his elbow.
That 21st century kid,
listening to Eminem & playing video games.
Or That 90’s kid,
listening to Jenga Boys & playing outdoor games.
That banker with a big fat stomach,
filled with his beautiful wife’s love.
That lady who eats like a thief,
in her big fat bag hiding a beef.
That old man who can’t stand Bombay's winding turns.
That granny spotting & criticing every fashion trends.
That man who has Raju Rastogi’s concerns,
thinking & chanting for earns & returns.
Those kids who believe their job is to fill the voids in a battlefield,
in the still crowd surpassing like electrons into a magnetic field.
That lady sitting under cold seat like a glacial,
than standing with 7kgs in a crowded central,
& tryna stay sane listening to George Michael.
That geek who switchs from Linkedin to Arjun Reddy,
when the masses flee into the scenery.
That trader crunching numbers so rapidly,
when the stock prices go down hourly.
That person on the last seat,
diagressing from work & gazing around,
soaking in her pashmina, with a career newfound.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
*It's reddy pink petals
sniffed or chewed
might grant dreams
a tendency to
inveigle poetry
with flowers
gift the surrealistic
shifts in sight
pluralistic ignorance
sequenced realities
Rare serious
side effects
include concern
for a green planet's
billions of voices
buried unheard
by enculturation
Of course
it's proper name
sounds like *****
suggesting labido
enhancing sniffs
for this
Official advice is:
'An excess
of chewing
may cause
drowning !*
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 2:54 PM UTC
When the gore began, it was just a flowing river of reddy blood.
Out of an aquamarine fireball of yellow out of the Sahasra,
I was nowhere but inside my head.
IT was pale green and bright indigo all around.
Crowded.
Enchantress Revealing.
Twists and turns did not stop the telepathy.
With a pastel smile on a pale beige brawn, everything blended in flesh and blood of my dreams.
Were it mine?
Or was it that of the girl from the screen?
For more than a hour, I loved everything that I despised and the other way too.
In fact, I was even one with the smudgy blades of the cooler fan in front.
When it ended, I knew perhaps the rainbows and rainclaps on every planet across the cosmos.
A day after, everything is monochrome with a dash of anger.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
Bo Goodin Reddy was a friend o' mine
Gargled in the morning with turpentine !
Ate catfish and drank moonshine ,
Worked like a mule on the old rail line !
Bo yanked a heifer 'outta Whitewash Creek ,
He could whup a black bear with a hickory switch !
Played five card stud till the cows came home ,
Shot a pine cone off a tree at a hundred yards Man could grab a rattler before the snake could blink ,
Bo was more man than a man could think !
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
~for no one in particular, just you~
this red thing, surely very surly,
deserves a poem all its owny,
what you see when you saw it,
& the cat's curiosity got thy better,
gotta check it out for it is
obviously excessively
wordy,
but what could it mean?
and the ear bud always intervenes,
(you-know-who-is-always-eavesdropping)
provides a 'reddy' answer:
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If I Ever Fall in Love
Song by Pentatonix ‧ 2015
The very first time
That I saw your brown eyes
Your lips said hello
And I said hi
I knew right then you were the one
But I was caught up
In physical attraction
But to my satisfaction
Baby you were more than just a phase
And if I ever (ever fall) in love again (again)
I will be sure that the lady is a friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love so true (true)
I will be sure that the lady's just like you
I swear next time she'll be a friend
If I say that I can be your one and only
Promise that you'll never leave me lonely
I just wanna be the one you need
I just wanna be the one who serves you
Sometime I feel as if I don't deserve you
I cherish every moment that we share
And if I ever (ever fall) in love again (again)
I will be sure that the lady is a friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love so true (true)
I will be sure that the lady's just like you
Very next time she'll be my friend
Someone who I can believe in
(My friend)
Very next time she'll be my friend
Someone who I can believe in
(My friend)
Very next time she'll be my friend
Someone who I can believe in
Very next time she'll be my friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love again (again)
I will be sure that the lady is a friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love so true (true)
I will be sure that the lady's just like you
**and folks,
that's!
what ❤️'s
are all about**
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
crusty crispy crabby shrimpy scallopsy
meaty cheesy peppery greeny reddy
mushroomy creamy saucey
yummy tummy fully full
--- now sleepy
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
It Thursday and it's gunfights at Reds Dumbos OK Corral
Them motherf--kers have got their fingers on the triggers
Triggers of fake news and delusions made by liarsmith for'all
Put on your blindfolds nutcases an let's have reddy fingers
We rule in this corral and oppose Lone Wolf with lead walls
There ain't no Sheriff in this madtown cause we run the show
Lawless Reds and Morons Shepple Gangs we're ****** known
Fast on our triggers made by Lies Scams and Nonsense in Bow
Lets go make believe we oppose what is not happening in town
We will haze the people and tell them this is how power flows
We are Criminals, thieves and hooligans but just say Politicians
Yell that Lone Wolf is the bad man and we gotta f--k his mind
No jobs, no woman, no loving, no joy and peace just perdition
**** Lone Wolf is too good a man and we can't let that be found
People like him always do well and that ain't our f--king tradition
On your horses Reds and Morons Shepple Gangs we go to war
We have to bring this Saint down or our ******* give us nothing
We fight for ******* drinks, beds and look tough men at the bar
Fire those triggers and make saps think our scam is something
We make up false stories and get those mugs acting stupid on par
Now ain't that a hoot, We are the Reds and morons Shepple Gang!
We rule this City with Lies, scams and roll..........
[email protected].
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
Morn.
Cockerels
Crow.
Days-
Light
Grow.
Hours
Pass,
Sun
Shone.
Sunset ...
Reddy,
Steady,
Go,
Gone.
Night,
Black,
Quiet,
Lonely,
Fear
Born.
Morn.
Cockerels
Crow.
Days-
Light
Grow ...
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
The Red-Folk are well known to some, but less well known to others. You see, the Red-Folk do their reddy-ness in the background with the smallest folk. This means that bigger folk will only notice them if they have small folk friends.
The Red-Folk are quite distinct; I don’t mean their tomato redness, I mean their ability to fold themselves small.
Now, you may know that small folk are very used to legs and knees and big feet and are they are very, very good at winding their way through a forest of trousers and skirts to get to where they need to go. But this can be tiring, and sometimes small folk misjudge the sway of a leg or a knee and bounce off them, falling back onto their bottoms. This can sometimes be funny, but it is often painful and can spark small folk tears.
So, when small folk find that the Red-Folk just love to fold their legs and knees away and come down to small folk level, you can imagine the sheer joy the small folk feel.
Some Red-Folk don’t last long because their legs and knees begin to ache and the small folk noise becomes too loud and the Red-Folk miss ‘Big Conversation.’ But there are some Red-Folk who are excellent at folding their legs and knees away and who love nothing better than small conversations with small folk. You see they have discovered that this is where small and precious truths are first planted to later become stronger big truths and they have seen that this is also where small folk plant big love in the Red-Folk’s big hearts.
So, if you are looking for the Red-Folk, you need to look down to where the small important conversations are taking place with the small important folk.
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 2:50 AM UTC
Becoming
husks of things
hollowed out and sickening
for nourishment
mystically redundant
raised to graze on empty calories,
spineless fluids puking
endless effluent
of chosen pronouns
Influence biology
Identity a bracelet taken
on and off at will, by
Pop-up preachers,
screeching out
their digital misogyny,
Narcissistic troglodytes,
who, prancing in their
echo-chambers,
jettison the Suffragette
there's no such noun as Woman,
Helen Reddy-or not,
Forgotten sacrifice of troops
has stooped to this..
Time to decontaminate
shall I tell you
of the Snowdrops
that are showing,
by the garden gate?
Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 1:23 AM UTC
Mrs. Reddy
Susan T.
Jeanie D.
Sister Mary Timothea
Virginia K.
Queen of Hearts
Kathy C.
Cindy I.
Betsy W.
Corpse like lover
Karen L.
Boston, MA
Georgine D.
Terry/Tara M.
Lynette K.
Jayne O.
Queen of Hearts
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 8:45 PM UTC
You feast your eyes on my thick white swirls, as they wave at you
Floating aimlessly, forming beautiful patterns in the air
Hypnotic, luring you ever closer
You are somehow tempted by my aroma
You take it in, noticing my tiny flame, burning intensely
A deep reddy orange glow, ash sensitively falling
You can’t resist me, my slender physique
It is your turn to touch me to your mouth
You take an all-consuming draw and I get shorter as you imbibe me
For a moment, you can’t catch your breath
Leaving no room to breathe out, finally you exhale
But my smoke is merely a puff
It does not waft nor linger, but disappears without notice
So you try again
You know I’m no good; you absolutely do
Still you are intoxicated by my style and poise
You hold me very fancy, as a film star would
Foolishly struck by me, I have taken you in, without my breaking a sweat
You are easy
Now I have you, I own you, but I have no feelings for you
You do nothing for me
I destroy you slowly from within
You reek of me, you are my prisoner
At first, I am to be your god but soon I shall be your devil
You cannot leave me, but why not try
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC