Best Redly Poems

The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.

The obsidian night, it was very long, and was filled with pleasant dreaming,
Like scenes from the...

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Hillsides shimmer in summer's golden fire
as marmalade sun dawns on poppied slopes.
I run with Monarch butterflies higher
barefoot in honey with tangerine hopes.

I hear the butter chirp of a warbler's song
and smile at God's creative citrine zest.
While I inhale the gold-coined sun, I long
for the Monarch's...

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon my shoulder,
As the sun perches redly in the mahogany west,...

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Polly Astley loved to have visitors, for she loved piquant, plum people;
Like counting stars when we were young, in milky moonlight, peaceful.

Her days were spent teaching children, with faces perky as sunflowers,
When redbirds danced in jade treetops, viewed by folk on lunch hours.

Polly loved the...

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It is the latest news that even claimed attention there in London...
A video clip somewhere in the city, the central part being redly encircled...

Drawing attention to the running digital display of a statement...
Of an Opposition leader to be imprisoned after a court judgement...

In a followup...

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Blood flowed from His palms,

ankles redly bright--

the blind first to see Him,

as lame stood upright.

 

The proud,

of course, they fled Him;

and the strong

more refuge in might--

while the famished

approached the pool

at His feet,

took fill

for their hunger was light.

 

Of this I bare witness,

recall vividly clear:

times I...

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Deepest darkest reds
crimson guest in the roses
of the same rich hue.
Flowers and plumed cardinal
interact through scents and song.

Vivid green summer
showers gold on scarlet lane-
forever moments!
Bush concert at my window
making memories, redly.


Written on 12/24/2022
For: The Cardinal and the Rose 
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish...

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Wandering lonely as a cloud
He saw life, death, springs and fields
Loving lakes greenly
Loving roses redly
And people-
So tenderly
So sadly...

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I find it easier
and, admittedly, more fun
to climb through tough terrain,
piles of leaves,
loose rocks,
debris,

If
and when
my goal is not to push sweaty through
by force of independently superior will,

But
to dance
with EarthTribe's diverse
and miraculous co-creations,
sometimes feeling monstrous,

While marching
up our co-arising
complexly gorgeous,

Some might say "athletic"
hill.

And, when more still,
too quiet...

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GO   GENTLE  INTO   THAT   GOODNIGHT


Crunch of gravel - and a boat grounds its prow:
Cloud and wind hide its arrest
From the small cottage near the dark forest
With its candle almost snuffed out now.


The  moon of hunters,  full...

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frosty stars are out
pink moon wanders into night
with its fragrancies

summer's chasing fall
in its ripe, lonely old age
they'll dance at the ball

both dressed up in hues
blending the old with the new
wind whistles weather

mars watches redly
far from a pink robin's tune
purple skies fade soon...

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The eyes have it

Cat eyes and eagle eyes can focus redly
Green eyes turn a cold steel gray
Awash in anger

Next time you have a moment look deep into a cat’s eyes
What? Oh try again with empathy
Deeply enough?

Some reflections are better unexpressed
Thus are the ways of an...

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I was a fashionable horticulturist, for elegant flowers keep eternally in style,
Like the saffron sun, coming and going, always causing dark skies to smile.

Plants were a jade preoccupation, long before glad days of my rosy career,
Filled with such mystery and magic, bringing rare surprises year...

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visitors coming
expectancy afternoon
a hush in the blooms

saffron soon Sunday
and cardinal sings redly
cream clouds paint blue sky

butterflies flitting
through the forests of color
and scents of welcome

jazz in the treetops
near a door always open 
brighter days have come...

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In verity and with great hopes,
Malachy told his Prophecy of Popes!
Centuries ago, he was called to Rome,
Like the bees to their honeycomb.

There a beauteous vision did flower,
Of all remaining popes in their hour!
His sequence of most cryptic phrases,
From first to last, still quite amazes.

St. Peter...

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