Best Auburn Poems

Moon In Auburn


As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La
The miniature toy town beneath its cape 
Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit
So silent in the dales and woods blanket
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
Crisp and cloudless chill less coldness
With the twin...

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Life, in the cruelty of morning light,
Is a strand of copper blond hair
With auburn roots, asleep on a pillow.

Are you waiting for the snail mail
To bring you the implant
That will explode in your head?

Or will you dedicate your life
To multiplication of garbage that oozed
Into ancestral...

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Crouching down, I'm foxhole bound,
crawling forward I seen it, its around.
I ducked my head, while covering one eye,
as soon as the enemies flare lit up the night sky.
Machine gun bullets quickly sprayed my above,
tracer rounds intertwining, making lead love.
The flare fizzled out, tracers rounds did...

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We gathered around an old, grey battered table,
one leg was to short, darn thing was unstable.
Spread out on top laid a map with torn edges,
markings in pen, circling valleys and ridges.
Azimuth in hand and pen in grips sight,
lines were drawn showing us our next fight.
Two...

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It is thy wanton gestures that contrive inside long auburn
curls -
Wherefore to diminish the pleas of a warm, lustful
breeze!
For though gilded rays shall grace all thy sunlit days 
Tis Moonstrucks cast beams, your mischiefs, 
That did so deceive.

Happily ye wander through Midnights velvet vales...
Thus to...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Auburn

Such a romance
raises from the petal edge
the scent of brandy candlelit...

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Behold, I saw her auburn hair
The shadows could not murmur there
And like a touch of candle light
It burned against an ivory white;
Her skin was pale and like the moon
Which hangs, an orb in phantom air,
Men cannot touch but only swoon
Like stars do gaze and eyes...

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The beautiful reverse of the garden of Eden's curse.
A Godly reminder in every soulful verse.
Another dieing season, so that we may live.
And be restored unto ourselves when we learn to forgive.

The bitter cold that we must bare when winter has it's way.
Slowly comes upon this...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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In June everything was festive and green,
a patch of deep blue couldn't  be seen...
the struggling sun was kept off, with dire,
by a dense foilage of emerald;
and the robins competed with the blue-jays
to harmonize a new song with notes
that even a great composer couldn't write...
Oh,...

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