POEMS FOR 'RED' - PHOTOSHOP POSTCARD BRIEF

A Take on Red Red for blood – Pumping out a life; Paling in a death; Blushing in a feminine face – Flushing out her puberty; Stain a presage for the mother ready. And red, a flag of hatred in the eye – The brutal other side – Blood-release of war; The sundered heart! But then the red of simple dress To give a beauty all she needs – And flaming hair And flimsy lace of underwear And passion in the wanton heart And dreams of crimson stockinged legs apart – The rawness in the fantasy that Only red can be. And I? To only seek for Autumn Bleeding in her many hues Of red and other sister colours – Those of tiring summer; The fall of evening chill, To wake with mist of morn, Until cerise of dawn Presents another day. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010  A Red, Red Rose Oh my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: Oh my luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! Robert Burns http://www.poemhunter.com/ What is Red? Submitted by: Fearless_714 Author: unknown Red is a sunset Blazing and bright. Red is feeling brave With all your might. Red is a sunburn A spot on your nose. Sometimes red, is a red red rose. Red squiggles out when you cut your hand. Red is a brick  And the sounds of a band. Red is hotness You get inside When you’re embarrassed And want to hide. Fire-cracker, fire-engine Fire-flicker red –  And when you’re angry Red runs through your head. Red is an Indian A Valentine heart, The trimmings on  A circus cart. Red is a lipstick Red is a shout Red is a signal That says, “Watch out!” Red is a great big  Rubber ball. Red is the giant-est Colour of all. Red is a show-off, No doubt about it –  But can you imagine Living without it?