Best Rubied Poems

love,
gently rustles silver leaves
gliding through open windows
a golden summers evening
               love,
like a cardinal's rubied wing 
warming the brutish bluish soul
of winter's icy cheek
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Once

Only once in a dream tornadoes uproot a house
Spinning over black and white fields of corn
Straight through the open arms of a rainbow
Two companions cling way up high above the storm.

Only once in a dream a yellow road
Built of spiraling ochre bricks
Winds away from tender...

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Why not the dreams of castled kings 
          With rubied thrones and emerald rings  
If treasures of a certain greed
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Written: September 10, 2023
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In the tapestry of twilight's shroud,
Where dreams and wonders are allowed,
Jewel winks, shooting stars ignite,
Guiding us through the cosmic night.

A rubied mystery, the universe's womb
Whispers secrets, casting gloom.
But within this darkness, a symphony plays.
A serenade of stardust, a celestial ballet

Astral ditties dance...

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by...

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The lure of untainted flower,
Its sweet perfume encased in a whorl.
Alas! That which I await is scarce.
This memory will be banished tomorrow.
Tomorrow ,
I must satisfy her.
My labour waits for her belly:
The weary days
The sun
The rains of my struggles
Bear fruit tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
She said, “I will come tomorrow”
Her...

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Creeks in your heart flower the moss that stagnates
blood is red rubied and frozen dead
it is protoplasmic is my guess
rooted deep check with floss
slights and rejects have numbed you sad
emotional rocks and hearty shocks
have slithered in snakey and they are sinking glad
poison is sinewed and...

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It’s still the smile
From decades earlier
The one that lit coral pearls
That convinced the imperfective wrinkle lines below nostrils to stun
Rubied lips doused in cherry ChapStik
Framed by bronzed coils that never knew taming
She stares up
Into me
As chemicals surge from neurotransmissions
Cherub palms grasp at my cheeks
Drawing me...

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Within halls that all but speak,
Sit elegant objects, very antique;
Treasured and valued bits of past,
Which care and devotion made last.

A museum crowded with sweet memory,
Like of dead, red robin's late beauty!
The glossy mirror gracing the wall,
At ruddy sunset, reflects them all.

A china doll; a royal...

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS...

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RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum
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I walked slowly across the manicured lawn
To her flowered gravesite.  She’s gone
And I held her umbrella vivid red
Rubied and glistening overhead
Red like her lips I will ne’er again meet
Ruddy like her cheeks once perfumed sweet
Midst cold rain, like my tears, from darkening skies
I then...

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Delicious cherries sweet and wet 
it makes me want to eat the whole 
roll them on your tongue and get 
the most of all that they can dole 

C                ...

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Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.

Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds,...

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~Ice storm~
Pine boughs laying arms of jade on the ground
powerlines swinging like summer jump ropes
the avenues are littered with dirty diamonds
crystal sun harboring a warming wreath of hope.
Windchimes lie silent and lightly sweetened
a cardinal morphing into blown glass flame
his rubied beakon will mostly go unheeded...

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