Best Luxury Poems
Today was a good day
Today he walked on legs unbent
And erect spine of a man intent
On stilling the cacaphony of monotony
And smoothing the callouses of convalescence
For today, we both forgot
The wasting rate this cancer's wrought
Today, he teased and squeezed and poked
Fun at his trademark old school jokes
Laughter's remembered warmth evoked
Today he drove his rattling truck
His feet sure on the pedal's pump
And carried boxes of tradebooks and tools
With hands that know weighted control
Today, without a splint or cane
He tamed steps of receding pain
Today, through a briefly calm sea
He is the man he used to be
So today, I can foresee
The luxury
When days like these
Are ordinary.
1/23/21
Chandelier earrings dangling
Golden bangles jingling
Thick long raven hair
Twisted and pinned in swirls
With ornate gold embellishment
Luxuriously wrapped
In silk and brocade
Lavish lengths
Of rich flamboyant colors
Parading effortlessly
Their exotic saris
Swaying in graceful rhythm
Gliding by on air
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~NAMASTE~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 17, 2019 for contest YOUR CHOICE (10) IMAGIST STYLE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
As I wend my way around curving roads
up high into the mountains
I finally arrive at the Eight Gables Inn.
I wonder what it is that drives me here!
Perhaps I have developed wings
and flew across the Atlantic towards
The Great Smoky Mountains
on my adventurous ride
to the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Tired I hope the Inn
will live up to its reputation.
The sun is setting as I view
the purple orange skies darken,
whilst here and there lights
in desolate cottages twinkle in the dark.
I hasten to my private bath
and slowly sink in the warm water,
overpowered by the smell of soapy foams.
Pleased with my silky skin
I put on a plush bathrobe
luxuriously enjoying the feel
of the soft fabric against my spores,
and with a graceful dive find myself
on top of a feather-top bed.
This is the life of luxury...
Until I feel the taste of blotting paper
that cover my whole mouth.
I open my eyes and know
it was all a dream, alas.
Like quiet raindrops, silence falls serene
both on the mountains lying to my east
and on this peaceful valley spring-time green.
I take a book outside so I can feast
on words of beauty as I take the last
sweet rays of sunlight warm upon my skin.
Such time is short. Late afternoon flees fast.
But not to relish it would be a sin.
Calm is the weather, and there is no breeze,
so pages in my book lie undisturbed.
There’s nothing to distract me. I’m at ease
and tranquil on my deck - so unperturbed.
Since hushed and still is all my world, I feel
a luxury is time like this to steal!
May 13, 2021
For Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(six words to be included using bold print)
Hey Gorgeous Being
You deserve to breathe easy
You deserve amazing food
You deserve love
What is Below, is Above
You deserve heaven
Bread that's leavened
Butter, Love, Honey, Fruits
Shade - only from trees
With deep roots
You deserve a Groot
A nice sharp suit!
Warm, Yummy soup
An awesome pair of Boots!
You deserve Gold
Agriculture... Flowers, vegetables fresh from the ground,
Fruits off the vine,
Geometry in language,
528Hz, 888 Hz...
You deserve Love
Pure as your heart
My Gorgeous Being...
And you will get what you deserve
Well, poetry or music won’t earn your keep
Many times over we have heard
The love of money is the root of all evil.
Be rich but keep that in mind not to divulge it.
“Some think luxury is the opposite of poverty”.
But It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity.”
Be rich but keep that vulgarity away.
First, do what the clouds do,
Empty yourself before you start for soulful luxury
Take a loose rein and a deep seat
Cherish not earthly treasures
Swift they flee and all is vain
A clean heart enriched with virtues
Brings to me eternal gain.
Start out on a long journey of pure luxury
Look how the clouds are pure and white
As the flocks new shorn
And fresh from the clear brook
Sleeping on the fields of the heaven
Look at the flowers grown in pure garden
The sole luxury of the nature known.
Take to music, the sweetest of human joys
The soul’s pure luxury that never cloys
Again, do what the clouds do
When emptied.
These are all the feast of intellectual
With no stains.
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January 31, 2015
Form: Free Verse
Contest: Indulgence
I am a refuge here!
In this foreign land-
Of luxury of darkness
Where darkness
Laughs at me
Angry winds,
Bite me like scorpions,
Mosquitoes,
Drink me like a pot of beer
Bed bugs, my nocturnal guests,
Hold conferences
To celebrate on my ribs
Jiggers,
Rip my feet apart like cakes,
In the sage-master’s kraal
Philanthropists, my only hope
Offer mockery of aid
As they drink bottled urine,
Slumber in glass pots,
And make sheen- beings
To count stars endlessly!
Surely I am alone.
In my own country,
In this world,
I am alone, alone and alone
With no one to care
In this refugee-land!
Of luxury of darkness
Where all is,
Dark!
Dark!
And dark!
The Luxury Cruise
By Elton Camp
A long ocean cruise I decided to book
Travel funds for several years it took
But it was money very well spent
And I am extremely glad that I went
The cruise ship was a positive delight
Never had I seen such a fine sight
The outside was painted all in white
The cabin was comfortable and bright
The captain went out of his way
So good things we would have to say
The power they occasionally shut down
So we could enjoy slowly drifting around
From the kitchen came fire and smoke
They took us out so we wouldn’t choke
The cool ocean breeze on our face
Then it was back to the dining place
The stateroom toilets are kept so clean
Water overflowing you should have seen
Any accumulated waste was swept away
Great concern for hygiene, I must say
Once the ship was parked on the ocean floor
So there was so much motion as before
For any who tended to get seasick,
That consideration did the trick
Then came an exciting end to our cruise
Trip monotony not a person could accuse
Lifeboats we were then allowed to ride
Without even waiting for rising tide
Poetic thoughts have always been in mind,
only recently the need to share.
A luxury, I rush to find.
John Trusty 2011 too late for Chris’s Kimo contest
AMID THE LUXURY OF NOW
It is prelude to spring
The honey and I are basking
On sun deck, in mid March warm breeze
He's reading King James, 'Genesis to Revelation'
I sit reading, 'Trick of The Eye' it's captivating.
Pine trees rustles in the wind
Squirrels I see frolicking
I pause for birds singing
The innocent voice of a child across fences is welcoming
In this military town of revolving doors
Even the sound of a barking dog, too, is welcoming.
I think to myself, how sad those years I lived half blind
I could now bask on veranda, overlooking calm Caribbean waters
Or dwell in cemented home on top floor, with panoramic view
Overlooking city of antiquity, now tourist town
Or own many mansions, furnished, surrounded by trees and sea.
Then just like that; warm breeze, with rustling pine
Dished nostalgia back to me, I heard:
'Amidst the luxury of now, to by gone buried years you'd bow?'
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She was a jolly woman in her prime, a beauty
And she had a crush on the man who made her laugh
So thus enamored, she asked him, “Will you marry me?
She married to the whole man just only for his laugh.
A luxury reflex without having any apparent utility.
He laughed and made her laugh with silly sounds
Like a bad actor in a Dudley Do Right play.
He laughed with the people and at the people
She then listened to the actual sound of his laugh.
It didn’t make her heart go pitter patter
But infuriated her and weighed on her
And proved a bad medicine not healing her mind.
A day came when he laughed her out of his life.
Now reconsidering proper laughter the best medicine
She’s looking for the whole man with a real laughter.
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August 24, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Will you Marry Me by Judy Konos
laying together
in a luxury hotel
enjoying the feel
The anvil of power weighs heavy
on my heart, forging my decisions.
For my crown's coveted by weaker men,
hatching plots and schemes to usurp me.
The whole world is at my beck and call,
none dares question my authority.
For I rule with a hard iron fist,
unchecked by the glove of compassion.
I'm gifted gold chains, precious stones, and
costly silks to adorn my body.
But, they can't disguise the fact I live
in an extravagant gilded cage.
Peace is maintained with merciless might
squashing any signs of rebellion.
For I and only I am ordained
to rule, mandated by God's decree.
Love's a luxury I can't afford
it can cost me the price of a throne.
And trust is merely nonexistent
in my quiver of indulgent whims.
Time is the ultimate crucible
stripping away my soul piece by piece.
And changing me spiritually
until there's nothing left but a shell.
I'm the alpha, and the omega
war and terror are mine to command.
For I am the harbinger of death,
don't mistake me for anything less.
(Blank Verse)
2/20/2017
Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel I am thirsty for water, this is more or less common and ordinary for many persons. But tonight, after putting an effort into going to sleep for quite a bit of time, the realization came along the way that this is not a mere thirst for water.
A sleepless night is not that big of a deal, the problem is just to tame the influx of dreams in hours of the day!
Dreams come, You come.
When you are no longer,
I feel the scent of our girl, Tushimoni,like a blooming flower.
How deep is the dream of a lifetime?
In the depth of night, this feels like a call of unfathomable water!
“There is a good old film in this name, do you know?” You start to laugh in my imaginary conversation, amused with me, with all my childish yearning.
I know. One night I tried to search for the film to watch it one more time.
Sometimes the death of a reader is inevitable, the same is true for an audience.
Although in English, these lyrics of this song felt surreal in the middle of the night.
"I don't believe in superstars
Organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold
The certainty of growing old
That right is right and left is wrong
That north and south can't get along
That east is east, and west is west
And being first is always best "
(I Believe In You
Song by Don Williams)
In a globalizing world, there is emerging globalization of the luxury of sadness!
How effective will be a quotation mark, will all the helplessness?
Identified by a combination of the third and eighth letters
is this region considered the best place to be born,
and also housing one of the most welcomed topographies
in a habitat highly rated and respected globally.
The father of the Red Cross
with a long standing tradition
of political and military neutrality.
Little wonder, its social vices are measured in a micro scale.
A quadruple identity of communication,
having the topmost position in chocolates making
and an unbeatable reputation in affluent watches,
Vacheron constantin being the unequaled and consistent trail blazer.
They seem to be the reason for soft drinks production.
They ensure Guinea pigs must be kept in pairs as pets.
The birth place of world most famous companies
and its power house decorated in over a thousand artificial springing waters.