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Fairest skin that ever graced
a springtime meadow’s rolling hills
Waving grasses bowed to her
as did full-grown daffodils
O, Fates, let not her auburn tresses
shaped by wind’s own fingers
one day fade to dishwater
pressing laundry in the wringer
That summer night air forgot to
breathe, I forgot something too.
Not sure what, but I remember:
a star landed in the curved moon
—I saw it in the reflection
of my steaming apple tea
I remember wanting to
tell you, I witnessed a celestial love:
A lone star found her place
rested in the crescent’s embrace
I thought you’d love the story, a love
defying geography. I wondered
if you were seeing what I was, if
our gazes collided
above the thin cotton clouds. I giggled
thinking perhaps it’d count
as a date. I remember
I heard you, in the barely
flowing air, your voice a hushed ghost
I tried to keep you, so
I put light between my fingers
In the wispy gray, you sounded
a little more present, defying
our past and our future—
The stale smoke
smelt nothing like you, but I
remember how it loomed around me
that night, and we watched
In the reflection,
moon and star, until
ripples swallow them into dark auburn
PA paparazzi,
PA paparazzi,
Pa paparazzi
They're everywhere.
Quick flash it's an image.
Her face in Time Square.
She throws them a kiss.
To show that she cares.
She's the Top Model.
With long Auburn Hair.
She's the top Model.
So, privacies rare.
They know all about
Her new underwear.
She's the top Model.
See the flash glare.
When she lands in Dhaka
They all have to be there.
She is glamorous in aqua.
Oh, my how they stare.
They say ooh and aah.
Their dear Lady Fair.
She's the Top Model,
With long auburn hair.
This poem is about a "Top" Model,
I met on a flight to L.A.
Autumn is the fall from life
Winter is the death of life
Spring the resurrection
Summer is the life
In the auburn autumn there can be not
Denial.
Of passionate reactions
If it were not for the love of lust
What would become of us
Who could exist
What does influence our
Zest for life
What inflames our best of life
How will we be in the rest of life
In the auburn autumn there can be
No race for life left Unrun
No lace in life left unspun
No place no craze no pace
No phase left to live
Auburn autumn has begun
AUBURN AUTUMN
Auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
Festival on completion of harvest.
Leaves leave deciduous trees, being dry.
Nascent foliage in luster at best.
Festival on completion of harvest.
Rufus vibrant Autumn to glow and glaze.
Nascent foliage in luster at best.
On blossoms shimmering Sun reflecting rays.
Rufus vibrant Autumn to glow and glaze.
Grasshoppers are greeted by glossy grass.
Bees butterflies flying frolic in sunny days.
Sparrows and sterlings are chirping in mass.
Grasshoppers are greeted by glossy grass.
Open outdoor romance lovers to try
Better than drinking desires in wine glass.
Auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
09/27/22
In April everything was green,
a patch of blue couldn't be seen,
the orange sun was kept away with dire;
I lied down a scented blanket of emerald...
while the yellow robins circled above
showing their aerial skills that impressed,
but the brown-winged hummingbirds perched
on plum trees created a piece of music so unique
that even a composer couldn't imagine...
how inspirational was their song to God!
Swaying auburn trees on a November magical day
show their lustrous colors to daze minds,
their branches undulated by the auspicious wind
remind me of that red-headed girl I kissed;
did her image vanish before I could express my dismay?
I assumed that manifesting passion would bind hearts!
This is one of my favorite places I often frequent
when loneliness grips me by a feeling of helplessness;
I've built an imagery temple to her frivolousness,
to someone too sensual and stripped of amorous intent...
kissing her under swaying auburn trees that enchant
and spread their delusional essence of stifling dissent!
Her lock of hair
so debonair
silky and shiny
curly vividly robust cotton's touch
It's curl flaming red
moisturizer condition sun
bright and fun
Kinky enough but just enough fluff
Curly wooly robust cotton's touch
This is her beautiful, beautiful
HAIR
5/4/21
WRITTEN WORDS BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR © 2021
full chromatic color
opening Dorothy’s door
from ceiling to floor —
the rainy season’s generous
a stunning rainbow or two.
captivating, the creature
who skitters about
in and out of crumbling
retaining walls,
running the mulch
like an obstacle course.
dandelions, a treasure
to be plucked and tucked
in my hands. a trivial bouquet
that my mind will savor
...forever.
a wise guy’s eyes,
small that they may be.
the mouthpiece
with missing teeth.
he points out the glittering street
and all the gold he can find.
i kiss the top of his auburn nest.
he’s growing up so fast!
6/9/2020
*Truly this is a compilation of two pairs
of boy’s eyes. The tender young
are so poetic of mind.
AUTUMN'S AUBURN RUSTIC DUST
When with closed eyes in Autumn's eves of gold,
She breathes in the blades of orange-yellow,
Looking for that 'something' called auburn rust,
Halting mid suntanned trees hundred years old..
Who is like her, amiable yet bold?
Tenderly she walks on slivers of brown,
Silently searching through caramel paths,
Out there with the rustling leaves hundredfold..
What in the crimson world does she behold?
Slowly, she slows her slow sleepy saunter,
Carbuncle foliage unveils her face -
Jocund with an extra mile smile unrolled..
Wherefore does it shower russet-brown mould?
See, she has found her Autumn dust mellow,
Yippee! How she jumps now with joy untold!
03/16/2020
Lines to Awaken Your Muse 2 Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Line 4: When with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold
Leaves on a Japanese Maple
dance auburn in the wind
remind me of that mother
crossing Michigan Avenue
before the light changes
one hand on her buggy
the other on her little boy
wind in her auburn hair
a long pennant flaring
telling all of Chicago
it's Spring, by gosh!
it’s finally here
Donal Mahoney
Morning Auburn lights
Starts to flood the precious sky
With warm gentle beams
Raising my eyelids
Warm and peaceful light blinds me
With it's sweet beauty
Such a wondrous sight
Of beautiful precious light
Which my eyes behold
August twilight, dog days
Summer languishes, soon to go
Auburn shades fade to grey
The pool is so warm that nobody stays
Past ten AM, lifeguards wait to close
In the August twilight, the dog days.
Distant images waver in heat’s haze
Cricket’s chirp begins to slow
As auburn shades fade to grey.
Passive gulls perched by the bay
Would fly if the wind would blow
In the August twilight, the dog days.
Mom says it’s too hot to play
Listless pleas, she says no
And auburn shades fade to grey.
World watching as the last rays
Die slowly, sun drooped low
In August twilight, dog days
Auburn shades fade to grey.
Auburn
Stagnated time recalls sweet memories,
Your breaths and skin next to mine,
Auburn of blazing red fire,
Longings reaching crest put to rest !
Written on 25/7/14
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Contest- The passion of a Jue Ju
Sponsor- Nette onclaud
Flowing locks of long auburn hair
gently caressed
tussled and strewn
by the morning air
Textured as the finest flax
With a glossy sheen
the smell of summer fruits
so fresh and clean
Gracing the elegant porcelain smooth neck and shoulders
of a beautiful brown eyed girl
with the cream of luxurious hair
and smouldering stare
Unrivalled beauty beyond compare
See the highlights dance and shine
in the radiant summer sun
Gypsy girl dances in lush wood
As wild as the winding river that runs.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013 Dec.
Peter Dome. copyright. 2013. Dec.
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