Roses Are Red: A Poem by LaJuan

Word Count 1,425

Roses are red
And violets are blue
With him, I’ll break bread
And share his bed too.

He visits with his half smile
And gives me pleasant dreams.
Riding through the last mile
He stops the match teams.

Tenderly, he helps me down
And leads me to the glade.
His soft voice sooths my frown
And my resistance does fade.

With hands so smooth
And warm on my skin.
I know I’ll be sooth
As I savor my win.

I look at his image
I keep in my heart.
His heat will singe
And we’ll never part.

No matter what you say,
Today, the cowboy is mine.
You coyotes will bay
While waiting in line.

Alas, it’ll do you no good,
Playing with fire gives a burn.
I’m in a great mood,
As you’ll never get a turn.

Fingering the hair on his head
And the thatch on his chest too.
Touching lips to keep words unsaid
His laughing eyes are deep blue.

So roses are red
And violets are blue
In the meadow we bed
And gently sleep, too.

Roses are Red – part II

Roses are red
And I’m put out too
As I contemplate in my bed
How I lost your eyes of blue.

It happened in the night
As I dreamed in your arms.
You left without a fight
Sparing me from all harms.

I awoke to find you gone,
Leaving behind a note.
I cried over my sweet Juan,
Enough to fill a mote.

Why did you have to go
To visit all their dreams?
Leaving me is so low
To caress the posse teams.

Must you sample all,
Mary, Cheryl, Lynne,
Amber, Southerfrau,
Jan and Marilyn?

Ah…the future may be bleak
With my dark hair gent.
But this gal’s not meek,
If you catch my hint.

There’s a spare Lancer man
With hair of shiny gold
You keep away, friend Jan,
As I make my move, sassy and bold.

Roses are red
At least I’m told
Boston’s in my head
And this gal won’t fold.

Roses are Red – part III

Roses are red
And his eyes are steel gray.
I plot my plan in my head
And dream of San Francisco bay.

I remind myself he’s rich
And definitely male.
He’ll do in a pinch,
He’s hearty and hale.

He’s his brother’s best friend
So I’ll see Johnny soon.
Eye signals I’ll send
Under the soft, romantic moon.

Of course, I’ll be hugging Scott.
He’ll never see my face.
I think Johnny’s body is hot
As I flutter my ‘kerchief lace.

With his attention to brother’s back,
I’ll bat my eyelashes and blow a kiss.
With a promise in the sack,
He’ll think I’m a delicious dish.

I remind myself he’s rich
And deliciously male.
Hoping I don’t get the ditch
He’s energetic and hale.

He’s his brother’s best friend
As I hold tight to Scott
Both of them I’ll defend
Against the ladies of Lancer lot.

Why can’t I have their wealth
To play with in my dream?
I’ll toast to their bad health
Death after our marriage, I’ll deem.

Roses are red.
Achieving revenge, I can.
After they’re dead
I’ll go for the ‘Old Man.’

Roses are Red – part IV

Roses are red
And my plot is thick.
If I am to wed,
I must be quick.

She stares at me with malice
This tiny little girl.
She, who lives in their palace
And is their sister pearl.

I must back up and take time
To plan well and win her trust.
Puckered lips full of lime
Challenge me to go for bust.

I go slow dating one of the boys
And find the crack in her wall.
Convinced they aren’t my new toys,
She gives me slack at the ball.

She shyly confides in me
Of her love for the dark-haired one.
My plan she cannot see
And I’ll use her to make it done.

Quickly I lay it out
My love of his hair of gold.
She believes, without pout
And I leap for him to hold.

He believes my lies,
The wedding is over soon.
We wave to them our goodbyes
And leave for our honeymoon.

The lawyer is most kind
As he changes Scott’s will.
He follows my plan and I find
The key to raid the till.

It must be subtle
As we head back home.
Maybe tonight as we cuddle,
I’ll present him my body to roam.

I watch with glee.
He raises the poison glass
To toast to me
And his delight of my sass.

But the nosy little vixen
Spoils my fun
When she rushes in my den
Waving a gun.

Shouting loudly of her news,
Johnny’s confessed of my sin
And my attempts of woos,
But I still will win!

I trip and bump her.
The gun is fired.
The drink does soar
And Scott is tired.

He drops to the floor
And she does now scream.
His blood does pour
And I just beam.

They try to console
Me of my husband’s fate.
His body sports a hole,
But not dead, so I wait.

Roses are Red – part V

Roses are red
And I think hard
As I stare at his bed
And play his guard.

Scott didn’t die
And I’m full of piss.
I wanted the brothers’ pie
Not wedded bliss.

Time to plan again
And get it right.
I sit and mend
As the plot becomes bright.

Teresa must go.
She’s in the way
Of getting their dough.
I’ll off her today.

Once she’s gone,
Murdoch’s bonnie,
I’ll break the bond
Of Scott and Johnny.

She’s full of remorse
Over harming her brother.
She left on her horse,
Seeking her mother.

Johnny followed her
And brought her back.
Now asleep, wrapped in fur
Downstairs in the sack.

I plead to take a break,
As Murdoch watches his son.
Coffee and tea I make,
Visiting her and my fun.

She’s on her back
And snoring soft.
Not giving her a whack,
I sit blocking her cough.

She struggles as she gets no air
With my bottom on her chest.
Holding her down by her hair
No bruises, soon eternal rest.

Grabbed and tossed away
By Johnny and Jan.
No murder today,
I’m held in her granny van.

Sorry, Southerfrau.
I tried to do the deed.
I’ll take the fall
And try again when freed.

Johnny trifled with me
And he’s rich beyond belief.
Soon enough he will see
In here, I’ve turned over a new leaf.

So roses are red
Outside this loony bin.
My sweet husband bled
And I committed no sin.

Roses are Red – Epilogue

Roses are red
In their hands.
Covering her final bed
Toss by her many fans.

The cold sun is shiny overhead
As I mingle with the crowd.
Only Johnny has on red
Everyone’s head is bowed.

No one knows what went wrong,
I overhear from the gossip crows.
Amazing Grace is the song,
Sung by orphans adorn in pink bows.

She was healthy and loved by many
With a full life in front.
Cut down amidst her life of plenty
Murdoch bore the brunt.

He was the one who found her body,
Decked out in her Christmas dress.
He brought to her room a hot toddy,
To help clear up her sinus mess.

For several months she didn’t feel good
No one knew the reason.
Even Sam couldn’t fathom her mood,
Neither could either son.

But I know what was the cause
As they lower her into the ground.
She’s why my life was on pause
And I wanted her dead without sound.

I finally escaped that loony bin
By flirting with a guard.
Committing a mortal sin,
It wasn’t very hard.

I started life with another name,
And quickly consigned her to hell.
I masqueraded as a famous Dame
Visiting from an Irish dell.

My pen pal letters she adored
As she received them in the mail.
The envelope I carefully poured
With a poison I knew well.

It wasn’t much, but just enough
To start her slow decline.
All she took was a small puff,
The grains were very fine.

My marriage to Scott is no more.
He divorced and put me aside.
He’s not the one I now adore,
Although, I wish he had died.

I once thought I wanted Johnny.
His hands on me were great.
But now I can’t be his bonnie,
Chasing a richer man is my fate.

As we move further from the grave
I gaze up into my lover’s blue eyes.
He is my hero, so strong and brave
So soon he’ll say to life his goodbyes.

So farewell to Scott, and Johnny
And stubborn Murdoch Lancer,
From the girl they knew as Connie.
For now…. they’ve escaped my lure.

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