Poetry -- for Redheads!
WELCOME to my "POETRY CORNER" where I’m collecting ‘family-friendly’ short verses specifically ABOUT REDHEADS, FOR REDHEADS. Some of the authors are even redheads themselves (or were redheads)!
This specific type of literary work expresses feelings and ideas using a distinctive style of rhythm or meter. They are considered a genre of literature. These short vignettes can be quite beautiful and expressive OR very boring and not easy to decipher! Some people love it and others don't....
Actually, the word "poetry" is probably a late Middle English term from the medieval Latin poetria, from Latin poeta "poet."
(Source: Oxford Dictionaries).
...BELOW are a few wonderful short poems about redheads by a guest author, Jonathan Caswell, that I think you'll enjoy! You can send FEEDBACK about his work via my "Contact Me" page and, if appropriate, I’ll post them here. We’d love to hear what you have to say!
My mother had gorgeous red hair,
When I was born, mine was all there
But now nearly bald
My "red" has A.W.O.L-ed
But I still have freckles to spare!
My Mom was a redhead for life,
Monthly she gave our Dad strife...
We boys heard her yell
Through closed doors as well,
Otherwise, an excellent wife.
What causes diffidence I find
Meeting "reds" in my daily grind...
Could lack of Mother hugs
Be the thing that still bugs
Me to distrust the rest of my kind?
I love them but leave them alone,
Did I have enough when home (?)...
I could love some to death
But I'll save my breath,
By a brunette I'm already owned!
I'd like to say we with red hair
Have learned to exude savoir-faire
When times turn tough
We're elegant stuff,
Pushing on with passionate flair.
Portray only redheads delicious
And other colors are suspicious...
The sales of hair dye
Oft reach to the sky,
Are orange cheese curls as nutritious?
We natural reds often favor
Another hair color to savor,
Two reds on the house...
A mate and a spouse...
May occasion intensive hard labor.
Tho' mine has gone grey or is missing
Some redheads I wouldn't mind kissing
(...but don't tell my wife!!!!)
Like Hyde and Jekyll's
I still have freckles
And my steam pressure gauge is still hissing.
"GOD LOVES REDHEADS" |
The stereotypical Red
Without Christ is spiritually dead,
But let Christ come in...
He paid for your sin...
With Jesus you'll sure get ahead.
Whether red or brunette or blonde,
Of all colors God is fond...
But I was well-bred
By a godly red head
Who encouraged me to Him respond.
The red-head so stereotypic,
Emotion, impatient, sadistic...
Find their match in God's Word
Growing as they're spurred
By the Spirit of Christ realistic.
The fruit of the Spirit you see
In Ephesians five... twenty-two and three...
We Reds like to sing
Holy Spirit bling
It fulfills our true destiny!
The Spirit fruit grows up within us
As life in Christ grows us more sinless...
By more self control
We strengthen our soul
Replacing our weaknesses winless.
"THE TROUBLE WITH MEN...!"|
The trouble with men one suspects
Is who or what man collects...
Redheads, brunette, blondes
To which he responds
Even when the object objects.
Not always on relationship grounds
Preferring his visual bounds
The length of a hem
Isn’t always the gem
But a smile often for him resounds.
We suspect that most honest women
Don’t really mind girl watchers giving
Where nobody dies...
Is our fondness for redheads forgiven?
"REDHEAD IMPORTANCE" |
A redheaded momma I got,
Was strict but she taught me a lot...
Very few Mom hugs,
The thought still me bugs
But most women won’t give me a shot.
The redheads portrayed in the Bible
Are often painted reliable...
Decisive and warm
Not dull and shop worn,
The soil where God’s seed is most try-able.
The redheads like David and Ruth
Had passion for life and truth...
Easy on the eyes
Prevented Dave’s sin as her proof.
"STARTLING BEAUTY" |
A redhead that was nearly my age
Had a sister that would hold any page...
She startled me too,
Knew just what to do
A dozen times across our stage!
I hope you don’t think me too randy,
I really like redhead eye candy
But when I’ve over-spied
The circuits get fried...
Want to avoid being Raggedy Andy!
Men aren’t always hormone-laced whelps,
But when craving a smile it sure helps...
A smile from a Red
Brings one back from the dead
Or at least---it certainly helps.
I couldn’t neglect other colors
So pasta is more than just Muller’s...
But the sauce choice inbred
Nearly always is red,
Variety makes us less dullards.
"A MAN-POET'S JOY"
Some redheads that I had admired
Found my poetry inspired,
When approached they
Really made my day...
Enthusiasm truly fired.
My attitude was under par,
I'd seen these women from afar...
But finding afresh
Our int'rests could mesh
Shot me up like a shooting star.
It's nice to meet my new friends
Interested in poetry trends...
That smiling girl trust
Makes me want to bust,
Much better than my former ends!
"RED QUEEN" |
Red headed women have power
To attract male bees to the flower,
Like a queen at court
Prospects she will sort...
The rejects get no nectar shower.
Competition for red queens is heavy
‘Tis few that can keep them a bevy
Of beauties in tow...
One’s enough to bestow
Their glorious delights for a levy.
"BABY HAIR" |
I’m told I had red baby hair
As cute as a button while there...
Mom raised up my hood
Which wasn’t so good,
Taking off left my hair all in there!
(Foreshadowing the present?)
The time of his passion is o’er
For redheads with him do not score...
A redhead moved in
His neighborhood’s been
Amazed that he’s not going to soar.
He thinks that he’s learned his lesson
To not be o’ercome by messin’...
With his heart overlaid
With the thought of a maid
Whose externals invite man’s addressin’.
(He better not brag about it...!)
"JUST SHAKING OFF THAT RUST"
I don't know why Red Heads oft are
Stereotypically expected to spar...
It's true that we must
Shake off some rust
Or blow carbon out of the car.
The danger in hunting hair reds
Is ignoring what’s inside the threads
With attention too brief
To what’s underneath
That’s really foolish, she said.
Selecting by race, color, creed
Or hair color mayn’t succeed...
The ones we select
By a shallow inspect
May become categorically peed.
‘Tis better approaching each person
In a gentle way, not by immersion
Into simple "type"
That is so much "tripe"...
We are each our own special version!
The redhead with diabetes
Must reg'larly eat their Wheaties,
For to skip a meal
Has no great appeal...
Listen to your wife's entreaties!
A result of unstable sugar
Is acting just like a booger...
As a redhead you're caught
In a stereotype fraught
Your friends hope you don't own a Lugar!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Jonathan Caswell is a former redhead who lost all his "guard-hairs" ...leaving just the dark, wooly undercoat... as his late redheaded mother described it. Just means more left on the chest and arms, along with freckles!? He has suffered red headed-ness with the rest of us and has lived to tell about it. He's been writing off and on since high school, has been married to Diana (a brunette) nearly 22 years and has had his first book of poetry published by Publish America entitled "Spirit-Led Limericks and Other Christian Poetry." He posts regularly on a poetry blog - "Our Poetry Corner"
-- Plus, you might enjoy reading my INTERVIEW WITH JONATHAN - so check it out!
-- YOUR COMMENTS --
"I just loved reading Jonathan's poetry. I wish my grandfather (Grampa Red) were still here to enjoy it. He really would have gotten a kick out of, being blessed with a beautiful thick head of red hair."
"Jonathan's poetry is a sure cure for a bad mood. You can't read it without smiling! "
Okay READERS -- I'm looking for more short poems to post here in my "POETRY CORNER"....
So if YOU are a creative type when it comes to writing about gingers, redheads, and their families (and of course is family-friendly), I'd love to hear from you!! I can't promise the poetry will be published here, but you can tell me more via my "Contact Me page" and we'll go from there.... :)
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