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Anger and Passion (Red)

Oh lonely queen of hearts
Whose anger knows no bounds
Face is flush, contorts with rage
Deals out anger by the pound

Her soldiers stand aligned
Regalia of crimson
They stand upon the brink of war
To which she sends them once again

Amongst the fateful ranks
A soldier in his row
A ruby pendant ‘round his neck
A scarlet ribbon marks his bow

The ribbon, cut from finest cloth
His mother could afford
A symbol of maternal love
With purpose as a magic ward

The ruby was his lover’s gift
Lent courage was earned
Guides him over battlefield
Facilitates his safe return

Home at last by hearth and fire
Passion did ignite
Reddest flames of hot desire
Burning through the cold dark night.

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Structured: Western
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In response to a challenge laid down by Cat, first of 8 days of color themed poems.
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Not Explicit Content

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much better than mine! I am especially enamored of the Queen of Hearts! That was the nickname of my second wife! She used to get so mad and scream at everybody, didn't matter if they involved or not! I used to tease her and holler "Off with their heads, off with their heads! ~ Geez.
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I love everything about this poem. The hot, fast anger of the Queen switching to the warm, tender, passion that the new soldier feels for his mother and his lover. I love how you use the ruby and the ribbon that holds the ruby as symbols of each of these important relationships. Fantastic write. I think your work gets better each time I read something new.

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it is my dinner time and spend time with Steven...so I will be back tomorrow to give your poem the serious attention it deserves.

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I do like your poem
although your second line is confusing
who whose?,your wording is lovely it also shows imagination

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your poem for the color RED is exquisite!
as is the mother's and lover's involvement and dedication to "their" boy. (I get the feeling that they would both pull him to pieces with their love for him) but all works out well in the end. I liked these lines very much:

The ribbon, cut from finest cloth
His mother could afford
A symbol of maternal love
With purpose as a magic ward

The ruby was his lover’s gift
(Lended) Lent courage, earned (what is it you are saying here?)
Guides him over battlefield
Facilitates his safe return

these lines are the heart I soul of the poem....(I am bedazzled by)
Home at last by hearth and fire
Passion did ignite
Reddest flames of hot desire
Burning through the cold dark night.

(thanks for this write so imagery rich!!! it should be a delicacy decadent dessert)
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That’s not a word, is it? So lent yes. The idea there is this. She lent him the ruby pendant (hers) as a reminder of her, with the intention it would give him the courage to survive the battle. It is a gift he has earned with his dedication to her but posthumously also earned the courage for himself by sheer will of strength against his enemies .

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profound and beautiful,

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The poem's form is very catchy! Is very interesting to read to the end. The line lengths and meters are very beautiful.

The imagery used in the poem makes the poem understandable.

Beautifully worded!

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