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 of the moon fluxed silver blue
In the tiny handmaidens mirror of reflection
Natures dark slept beneath the shadows of her hand
And she crept in dreams
Within the tip toe of cats
Rendered the night through amber eyes
Glistening on the turns of lovers kisses
For all the endless that she misses
Arched above an eternal sky
She is drawn to the moss of rocks
And clings in branches hung with lichen
To the feathered damp of leaves
Which catch her spark
Just a whisper footfalls breezes shifter
In the country lanes of ancient mazes
By stone wall and rabbits foot
Close upon the dandelions head
With all the disguised colours leaping on unseen acoustics
Were hidden amongst rivulet beds
Catching the silver blue
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
And swung out the flax upon the stars
Fingers traced their destiny within those pinpoint suns
A pattern constellation traits of has; she was born
The atonement of steady reckoning he had
Cut in trough on the ploughed earth
Where all the seeds of tomorrow had been scattered
With all their promises of a seasons ripening
Old songs sung of proud man “John Barleycorn”
And the distillation of his bone and marrow
And while the stars piled high on their Shangri-La
Recounted the lost tales of lovers in forgotten times
All the memories fell in auburn locks
And swept upon the Luna light shores
The twin she fluxed in silver blue
And the dog fox cry echoed from the moon
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 rivers, lakes and skies?
Will you let blood bubble on the Tigris
Or become a collector of limbs in Grozny,
While I inaugurate a thousand Darfurs?
Will we terrorize freedom in freedom’s name?
Goliath, let us fortify, let us amend,
Or one day David will pelt us with a catapult,
Blood will copiously flow
From our forehead into our eyes,
We will be blinded, unless we already are.
Deep cleansing milk has to be sold by the gallon,
And, of course, Listerine.
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 klicks up north, and a jaunt to the west,
we'll cover that ground, with no stopping to rest.
Our numbers are weak, but survival is strong,
we've been here before, it seems years long.
Battle hardened and faithful, this small force of ten,
doing these type missions, time and time again.
We'll wait until dark, deep into the night,
heading out then, beginning our plight.
With time on my hands, and empty stomach to fill,
then gather some rest, positive that I will.
I drift off to sleep, floating a wave of memories stored,
she's such a warm site, melting my heart deep to its core.
Her arms are crossed, leaning against open doorway,
my auburn haired beauty, batting lashes at me.
Her eyes are light hazel, gold, green, and soft brown,
lighting up my dark soul, thats been vacant, a ghost town.
Just as she was bout to speak,
with her voice so soft, a vocal treat.
I feel my body being gently shaken,
My fellow warrior saying, "its time, awaken."
Coming to, while wishing I had heard the thoughts she spoke,
within my silent, but visual dream, before I woke.
The time is dark the mission ahead, seek enemy,
we will kill them all, and pray we take no casualties.
Almost instantly as I exit the olive drab colored tent,
mind sails to my auburn haired beauty, smiling,winking, Heaven sent.
I must return back to her whole, just as I had left,
not arriving home, within flag draped, silver casket.
Auburn haired beauty, she's worth my life and more,
her freedom, our home, today, I will kill for.
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 bathe in the still of deep glades shimmering pools;
Gently smile as the White Hart confuses at the Nightjar,
Laugh joyfully as he gleefully barks within a Huntresses
muse.
Whence, entwining abouts your lithe-liken limbs,
Enchanting currents that confound upon like curvaceous
streams:-
Flawlessly proportioned, highbred, temperate form
Of palest earthborn Athenian figurine.
And ere those coy sighs should but just once countenance
Mortal compromise
Through your countless ages of fair queens and fabled kings -
Then, at some singular point in trickling sands spatial time,
If my heart beat against thine...wouldst thy charge me astride
Great Pegasusus wings?
So recline thou, betwixt sharp earth and Heavens eternal
skies,
Thoust art serenaded by forlorn winds that forsakenly
Beseech upon your divine name -
For the raging fires of burning stars were lit to blaze
In thine eyes
By thee fearful architect who moulded immortal clay
To thy perfectly sculptured frame!
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.
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.
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
Auburn
Such a romance
raises from the petal edge
the scent of brandy candlelit
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 despair;
But she, O! she was nature’s best
No Grecian Urn Nor Nymphan face protest.
Behold, I saw her sultry smile
Like sunsets sometimes smile
No passion sweeter than is brief
Like stardrops simmer in the sea;
It lingered for a longer while
Like heaven on horizon’s mile
When all the world is turned and there
Comes twilight, furtive, bare;
But she, O! she can none compare
Not twilight, nor its outer airs.
Behold, I saw her candid eyes
Such eyes no more than stars can lie
No dismal strains of slivered light
Her glance then sets the world aright;
As thus the world on course is turned
Each star in destiny thusly burned
Till lastly gleaming nova bright
Like novas are those candid eyes;
Thus she, O! she has eyes like stars
Their gleams now haunt my captive heart.
Behold! I saw her furtive lips
If lips are furtive lest when kissed
But kisses cannot measure there
Nor time immortal beauty there;
Like ribbons in the blushing sun
Or roses when the dawn is done
When comes the pink of daylight hours
And hearts are captive to her powers
Thus she, O! she so gently makes
With lips more subtle graceful ways.
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 world in every Autumn day.
And deep within it's vibrant death.
Mother Earth in all it's splender, takes away our breath.
From within these solemn walls.
We close the door as the temperature falls.
As we begin our journey inside these halls.
Awaiting our rebirth when Spring time calls.
White is black and black is white, the two seasons are singing.
Mirrored in eachothers negative, we hear the truth keep ringing.
To give us hope and help us cope so we never stop trying.
This sweet and bitter gift from God in his season of dieing.
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
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
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.
Auburn lady envious of the blue night with its gleaming, capturing stars;
those rare diamonds, belonging to the silent and vast Universe,
you've stolen to adorn your undulating hair,
brushed by the July's harebrained breeze,
so temptingly soft and adorably fair;
if no admirer or lover seeks you, can I offer you my first dance?
Your melancholic look is fixed downward,
and you refuse to look above, nothing excites you tonight;
your external beauty cannot be resisted or ignored,
and will an harlequin, in his vividly colored costume, make you smile?
I'll play the flute brightly and make him dance to cheer you with his wit...
until your sadness leaves no sign on that sad face!
The shrill sound of the crickets can darken your spirit; listen closely, auburn lady...
sing along with the blue night, while your musical tones become the chords of my harmony!
Inspired by Edward Robert Hughes's painting: Night
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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, how I loved that sweet sound!
Auburn trees in Fall showed a dull color
andulated by the softest wind,
which wasn't as perfumed as that of spring,
and its sadness was compensated by a beauty,
which inspired a poet and a composer
to write it with a tender melancholy;
and I jotted down the impressive images
of a peaceful Nature that revealed its loveliness!
The freight trains scurred through the defoliating forest,
I found a massive rock and laid my body to rest;
and finally those struggling sun-rays
broke through to warm my forehead quickly:
so glad to have seen, with awe and curiousity,
the forest's beautiful and swift creatures
storing away food for those gloomy winter's days!...
Oh, how happy I felt to have been the wanderer of the forest!