Red Poem by H Seeking

The colour red
It once filled me with dread
Of bullet holes in bed
Things soiled and the undead

Communists and their axes
Now instead I pay my taxes
Red lines in my report
Red signs to deport

Red the colour of anger
of Mars the lone ranger
The biblical Sea
& even the autumn leaf

But these days red is on every boat
One on every button coat
Why even one on the remote
There is something strange afloat

There are Red skins & Red Bull
Instead of red Indians and toffees
Now it is Apple and poppies
All now mean a sign, a symbol

Why I can even see the red in St. Nicholas
When before it was only the London bus
Why am I creating a fuss?
I guess I am just an old sour puss

But this old bloke can't take it any more
I am bombarded when I open the door
Coke, Puma, You tube, Cannon, CNN even ESPN
They all cause me too much pain

Will the terrors of red never cease?
My brow begins to crease
When all of a sudden
Out of the blue unbidden

There comes a red dot
Fearlessly into my spot
I am more distraught
I am now Sir Lancelot

I ignore it for a while
Hoping it would subside
Why it is a bleep at my bed side!
It is not anything vile

I just need to fearlessly overcome
This heart disease turning me numb
I am reminded of Disney & Red Cross
I am no longer a sulking albatross

Once long ago
It reminded me of something more
Raindrops on Roses
Red lips in different poses

It filled me with delight
But now observe my plight
I can neither move left or right
Without you in my sight