High2013

eyes so red
the world spinning around you
you feel weight less
all your problems meslt away
just you and that pipe
no one to bug you
you know your high
eye drops go in
redness goes away
wash it out like nothing is wrong

poem by Marissa Ford
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Cherish red, love, for the beautiful season is tinged with red!

Cherish red, love, for the beautiful season is tinged with red!
Rosy is the glow on laughing Radha's teeth
And scarlet are the bangles on her exquisite hands.
Cherish red, love, for the beautiful season is tinged with red!

Deep red are the flowers that dropp from the kesudo tree,
The dust that blows is rusty and brown,
Red are the beaks of our feathered friends, the parrot and the myna!
Cherish red, love, for the beautiful season is tinged with red!

Red are the garments of all my friends, whose braids have come off,
For frolicking with Narsaiyya's lord, they are drowned in the nectar of joy!
Cherish red, love, for the beautiful season is tinged with red!

poem by Narsinh Mehta
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Greatly on Love

How much power and for what end is itself,
There is no doubt above redness and light,
How no tears, no action, no effort,
Can fools be ovens and cookers?

poem by Naveed Akram
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The white rose and the red rose

The white rose and the red rose,
So sisters two were named, yes, named.
The white one was so quiet,
The red one laughed and flamed.
But different was their doing, yes,
When came the time of wooing, yes.
The white one turned so red, so red,
The red one turned so white.

For him the red one favored,
Him father would not bless, not bless.
But him the white one favored,
He got at once his 'Yes.'
The red one now was paling, yes,
With sorrow, psalms, and wailing, yes.
The white one turned so red, so red,
The red one turned so white.

Then father grew so fearful
And had to give his 'Yes,' oh, yes!

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poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 06 - Spring

"Oh, dear, with the just unfolded tender leaflets of Mango trees as his incisive arrows, and with shining strings of honeybees as his bowstring, the assailant named Vasanta came very nigh, to afflict the hearts of those that are fully engaged in affairs of lovemaking...

"Oh, dear, in Vasanta, Spring, trees are with flowers and waters are with lotuses, hence the breezes are agreeably fragrant with the fragrance of those flowers, thereby the eventides are comfortable and even the daytimes are pleasant with those fragrant breezes, thereby the women are with concupiscence, thus everything is highly pleasing...

"This Spring season endows prosperity to waters of swimming pools, and to moonshine, for their water or shine is pleasurable, and even to mango trees, as their flowers are just flowered, more so, to the bejewelled girdle strings of women, for their wearing is neither cumbersome nor irksome in this season, thus it endows prosperity to womenfolk of age, as they enjoy in wearing them, thus they too, become enjoyable, these days...

"These days the flirtatious women are adorning their roundish behinds with silk cloths that are dyed with Kusumbha flower's reddish dye, and their bosomy busts with thin silks that are dyed with ocherish and reddish colours, for thinness and silkiness are agreeable in this thinnish ambience...

"The womenfolk of age are now decorating their temples with just unfolded new whitish flowers of Karnikara, and with new and reddish Ashoka flowers and with whitish jasmines flowers in their blackish hair-locks that are swaying, thus unfolded is the beauty of these women, with the flourishing resplendence of these newly unfolded flowers...

"The bosoms of women with burly rumps, whose hearts are now flurried by the Love-god, are now sharing pearly pendants that are wetted with white sandal-paste that is bedaubed on their busts, and their biceps with circlets of bicep-lets, and their hiplines with the strings of cinctures, that are till recently unbearably coldish to touch... thus, the touch of season is romantic...

"The golden lotuses like faces of flirtatious women are tattooed with erasable foliage tattoos with black Kasturi lines, and in those designs sweat-drops are now percolating, with them those faces are delightfully beautified as gem-studded jewellery, interspersed with pearls...

"Now the limbs of womenfolk are flustered by the Love-god, thus they are panting for their need-fulfilment, hence they are now loosening the fastenings of their undergarments, since spring fever makes them sultrily fervent, thus they are enamoured of their lovers, who are tarrying at their nearby...

"The Love-god is making the limbs of sybaritic women as thinnish, palish and lethargic, and tending to yawn time and again, and with these syndromes the bodies of women are becoming restless in the spring fever, with an air of enchantment...

"Now the Love-god is diversely apparent in women, who are jaded out by hard drinks, for their eyes are fluttery, their cheeks are whitely, their bosoms are stony, their waists are slimly, and their behinds are sturdy... thus these features are the evidences for their seasonal infatuation with Him...

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poem by Kalidasa
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I Need Red

He sees red. In a snap, He frees head
He flings it, away with all decorum.
A quorum, his mental faculty cannot form
His mind is at once deformed into the form,
Of a moon-pest, a lunatick.

He read red, spread through their blunders
So like a bull, in a china shop
He began to pull, the whole place assunder,
Breaking bones, taking home,
No prisoners; this irate wave, roars like thunder.

Red, the unspoken language of violence,
The color of bloodshed,
The emblem of the hot-head.
Red, a madman, shouting in ire
Aflame with rage, eyes ablaze like hell-fire.

But now I see red, and instead of dread,
I see bread, and see wine,

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poem by Joba Akinola
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Autumn In Bright

Cast in autumnal glow
all muted colours
faded reds and burnished golds
leaves
soft as the fading light
drifting to black.

poem by Vince Gullaci
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A War Song Of Tyrol

'WILD eagle of the Tyrol,
Why are thy feathers red?'
'I 've been to greet the morning
On Ortler's crimsoned head!'

'Gray eagle of the Tyrol,
'T is not the morning light
Drips from the soaring pinions
That wing thine airy flight.

'Proud eagle of the Tyrol,
Why are thy claws so red?'
'I 've been where Etschland's maidens
The ruddy vintage tread.'

'Gray eagle of the Tyrol,
Red runs our Tyrol wine;
But redder ran the vintage
That stained those claws of thine.

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poem by Silas Weir Mitchell
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Ballerina Valerie

Down in the garden
Under a leaf, she was smoking her keef
And she was looking at stardom
Everythings bright as she draws on the pipe
And the bowl glows redder
And things look better
Mars is a ruby
Saturn is sapphire, it burns with a blue fire
Colors run through me
Loosen my thinking, theyre flashing and blinking
And always changing, rearranging
Ballerina, valerie now
Move me through your crimson dances
Terragan, a red bandana
Bring me down your silver trances
Down in the garden
Under an oak, he was drinking his coke
And he was looking at stardom
Everythings bright as he draws on the pipe
And the bowl glows redder

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song performed by Joni Mitchell
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Red

The streets are full of stars again tonight
And an angel writes a word across the sky
When the people laugh theres no sound
And the words keep falling round and round
And the world just keeps on watching
Till theres nothing left to buy
I dont believe it
Well they dont care
Its moving closer
Its everywhere
Everything around us turning red - red
You walk into your home
You walk it talks - red
The fevers taken over everyone
And the only law that matters is the gun
The people run from every slum
Theres nowhere safe to watch it from
The underground is over now
Theres nothing that can be done
I dont believe it

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song performed by Heaven 17
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Not for love anymore

I do not want to touch the blue
As the blue turns red
And yellow turns red
I do not want to write in black
Because black turns red
My fingers bleed
My pores spit out red
I cherish lilac
The smoothness, the innocence is gone
What is left is red
The ochre, the emerald greens
With a blink of the eye I find them red
All my reveries are swept away
By the ebb that is red
I do not want to see
I think of stop touching
I shall stop breathing
Red is strangling me
'Cause
Red isn’t for love anymore

poem by Geti Ara
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Red Eyes

red eyes, truly the eyes of the devil
red eyes are there when u despair
red eyes are innate when you hate
red eyes are present when your indecent
red eyes are thus when your jealous
red eyes are nearer cause it's in the mirror

poem by Nathan Vu4
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Red Is For Valentine's Day

Red is for many holidays
But mostly
Valentine's Day

You see it everywhere...

Red purses
Red lipstick
Red shaped candy heart boxes
Wow! that fiery color

Its everywhere!

I see
Boys and girls
With cards and gifts
Red balloons
Red roses

Everywhere I turn

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poem by Noralis Almonte
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Red, Sparkling Wine

I Have Seen A Sight
Of a Man Falling Down …
… it wasn’t for a Fight
… but it was due to what He’d Found …

… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She Should Be A Crime …
Red Sparkling Wine…

She Starts out – Flowing – Smooth
Gets in Your Blood – Then You got Somethin’ to Prove!
You Chase Her Intoxicating Perfume
… must be Brand X … or Lady-Doom …

… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Feeling So Sublime …
Red Sparkling Wine…

… Sweet from the Vine, but She ain’t Vintage
Make You Loose Your Mind and Your Hard-Earned Wages

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poem by MoonBee Canady
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0051.Red Like...

Red like...my cheeks...
When i hear you speak...
Red like... my heart...
Painting a work of art...
Red like... the blood...
Flowing like a flood...
Red...
All these things art red...
Until it got screwed up...
Thanks to you...
Now my heart is broken...
Red blood at the door...
All most reaching my hard core...
Red...!

poem by Sunset Moonshine
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Rose Red

Oh rosy rose red
How adorable you are
In green garden’s bed
Like a summer star
Full of day's thrill
And a bouquets’ queen
Love’s passion to fill
Nowhere prettier seen

Blossoms of the light
In your silky red glow
Eyes adore and abide
When petals you show
Passion is your name
In your image striking
Red reddish hot flame
Love’s prettiest liking

Oh rosy rose red
In the autumn so fair

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poem by Peter S. Quinn
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His Red Dirt Life

So many red dirt roads he’s traveled
Along his long red dirt life
Children born and raised with
His charming red dirt wife

A home was built and furnished
Upon his red dirt land
He’s done the very best he could
Always taking a red dirt stand

Red dirt roads that lead up to
A bridge to the other side
He tries to go right with the flow
Along life’s red dirt ride

And during that ride it seems
There are some pot holes in the road
But he just keep pluggin’ along you see
Just carrying his red dirt load

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poem by Marilyn Lott
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Modern Love XXXVIII (Hibiscus' of Rome)

Walk towards the Coliseum
Without passing an ancient ruin
Follow Via Sistina, cross in front
Of Santa Maria Maggiore, by San Pietro
In Vincoli, come to via del Colosseo
Somber gigantic Coliseum, gaping apertures
pouring the long, pale light of a lonely moon
Mysterious southern moon, phantasm of twilight
Pointing to hungry Lion’s Den,
loggia of brave gladiators,
podium of the Caesars,
ascend a half-dilapidated staircase of stone
where the hibiscus
of flowering wombs
of red hearts
dwells

hibiscus’ red womb lips, open, each dawn
revealing throats of erect pink pistils’

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poem by Liberatore Suffoletta
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Song of Karen, the Dancing Child

(O little white feet of mine)
Out in the storm and the rain you fly;
(Red, red shoes the colour of wine)
Can the children hear my cry?

(O little white feet of mine)
Never a child in the whole great town;
(Red, red shoes the colour of wine)
Lights out and the blinds pulled down.

(O little white feet of mine)
Never a light on a window pane,
(Red, red shoes the colour of wine)
And the wild wet cry of the rain.

(O little white feet of mine)
Shall I never again be still?
(Red, red shoes the colour of wine)
And away over valley and hill.

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poem by Katherine Mansfield
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The Wisdom Of An Older Lady

'Why is blood red? ' I asked
To an older Lady.
See, the rose is red,
And lips are fine if red.
Eyes are frightened, eyes rejoice
At the color red.
That`s why blood is red.

poem by Luis Estable
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