Best Chalices Poems

Blush
fair skies 
mist Sol-kissed
citrine seduced 
mimosa clouds bask
dreamy in champagne light 

golden-god’s sparkle fills
chalices roused and
rouged as poppies
hail dawn with
unfurled 
whorls


Susan Ashley
August 16, 2021


~ First...

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She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings 
of black-winged butterflies 
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a...

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To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune 
to your illusive m a n t r a...

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"COMMUNION"



You speak to me in tongues
I  hear you with my heart
I feel you with my mind
Like a Spring bloom, I am slowly unfurling
Like a...

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If tormented truth is 
   the taste of her fire,
injecting her blood 
   with poisoned rain 
   in golden...

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Sometimes, we expect 
the sun to rise and smile,
through hazy hellish clouds
carrying vindictive 
verdicts of venomous vultures, 
surmising hues of 
ink to pierce through 
pores...

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“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson

Tonight the moon sanctioned...

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You used to look at me.

You glanced upon my ripened, caramel skin
With palpitated affirmations
Of your smile

Love
Friendship

Inebriated

Your titanium pupils
Illuminating across Merlot filled chalices

Another umbrella drop
Another hungry...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft...

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The dawn of anticipated darkness,
Pierces these gilded walls.
The smoulder of sinister heat arising-
An entombment of dreams.

Let us raise our chalices of stars
To toast these woodland...

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happiness, puppy-sweet, lapping at toes. the strumming of sea nymph shells. the laughter of intoxicated friends, slightly tipsy, imbibing in whites and reds, sharing spousal...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

              ...

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"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect...

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They Riot.
They revel in frank spotlight, 
getting drunk in a boozy blitz. 
You can find them wrapped in the lush covers of pure linen on...

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2011, Yambol








A poem for My Beloved
1.He is like a bunch of  myrrh,
He is gilding my fingers
With fragrance.
He is weaving into between
My breasts, He is...

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