A Flash Of Red

 

 

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I have had a thing for the color red as long as I can remember,
I love autum leaves that turn a very bright red in September,
This poem follows my thoughts of the color red as you read,
I won’t take it hard if with my conclusions, you don’t concede.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Flash Of Red

 

 

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Red is a beautiful color that has always been a winner to me,
My first new car that I bought was a red Mercury Cyclone GT.
When I was asked what my favorite color was, I always said red.
Perhaps, it was because Santa’s costume was red like his sled.

 

 

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The dirt and clay in the canyons at home where I was raised
Was a red color and it got all over my clean clothes those days.
I guess the red dirt looked very good to some others there too,
As they named a style of music after it called Red Dirt Blues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My favorite color for a bouquet of roses is that very deep red.
My wife Pam loves them too so I used to lay a dozen on her bed,
I always had a very good time for a week as she felt like a queen,
And it sparked a fire deep inside of her like I had never seen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I dearly love those bright red delicious apples so sweet tasting,
That I often ate for a snack when my time I was just a wasting.
I hope that saying  “an apple a day will keep the doctor away”,
Was correct, as I heard my dear Mother say it nearly every day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I saw a fine movie with Maureen O’hara with her long hair so red,
In the movie “The Quiet Man”, the “Duke” himself she did wed.
She showed the hot temper of a woman with red hair on her head,
The color red is used to portray something “hot”, it is often said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sometimes when I see a flash of red, I lose control of my senses.
Like the time that guy sucker punched me without my defenses.
The whole world was red as I pounded him to his back side,
Not remembering too much about how I whipped his bad hide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Did you ever wonder why  fire trucks are painted bright red?
Perhaps it’s because that is often a color of flames fuel fed.
Or again maybe it is to suggest that things with always be hot,
As the trucks will always sit next things burning near that spot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Let’s face it, the purpose of the color red is for things hot,
Like my Mercury Cyclone, and Pam with roses I have not forgot,
There’s my temper, Maureen O’hara, flames, and fire trucks too,
As my favorite color was red, it suggests a hot me all through.

 

 

 

 

 

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Don’t you love the way I work up to these brilliant conclusions,
By blowing some smoke to create a whole lot of great confusion.
Then working it back on around to make me look so very fine.
Maybe I was meant to be a politician as they do that all the time.

Well, maybe I do look like a hot old man in red?

 

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading A Flash Of Red,
Bill