An angel brought the kiss of death
With the scent of decay heavy on her breath
Hair strands like razor blades
Cutting deep into my flesh I began to fade
Heart palpitations made me panic
As the illusions in her eyes made me manic
The curse of her black magic
Brings death and despair so tragic
Her lips are carmine red
Painted with the blood of the dead
I could have set her on fire
But I'm a slave to my own desire
Her claws dig into my chest bringing pain
Covering the floor in sin and stain
Our muffled breaths are brawling
As my will to live keeps falling
Brought down to my knees
Broken and beaten I plead...please
But an angel brought the kiss of death
With the scent of decay heavy on her breath
(Tribute to the original poem "Tomorrow's Light)
Waking in the smother cold
Breathing ashes of discarded souls
The chills of old withered hopes
Binding those into Hell's traps
Screams of begs and pleas fill the crimson meadows
Craters filled with poisonous promises
Light of grey and carmine paved the ruins
Scent of rust and debris cover all untouched
Branded by the Reaping ignorance
Watching in the crimson thrones
Sparring no favors but sounds of laughter
These eyes heavy of dirt and rumble
Needing to rest upon bloodied heavy doors
A rarity of true light's warm fills the cold vessel
A breath of blooming life blazing an ember
Reaching a wrinkled, broken hand of hope
Within the abyss of harden abandonment
A soften tear runs down one's defeated features
Wishing for the retuning light to ablaze again
Spring Explosion 5-5-26
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Spring Explosion
A razzle dazzle of cerise surges
Bounding carmine flares
Sparks of chartreuse sizzle
Sapphire spangles ignite
Lavender fire combusts
Vernal mischief! Spring explodes!
Euphoric in some strange delight
I just want to be yours alone
Under aurum cointreau twilight
You shine through my sull eyes, leadlight
For you, my sin, I pray, atone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Claim my soul with willing foreright
Devour me all, skin and bone
Under aurum cointreau twilight
Taste my ill tears and heal my blight
Carmine covenant, song I drone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Your lips of saccharine starlight
Drink scarlet of my heart unsewn
Under aurum cointreau twilight
Kiss me beneath milky moonlight
Just tell me that I’m yours alone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Under aurum cointreau twilight
Of all the songs of seraph that endow
Timely blooms and shreds of Willow bough
Tangled and untangled the gilded strings of fall
And serenest sky up so high I heard a call-
Who? Helene blooms by the distant;
Rosemary
O' your crevice and blinks ruddy as berry
Your wanton tress and the light of dress
Bright and lucent the nightertale seems to caress
More fair and fairer that in amidst night of sky
While oft I stared you,my blind soul soar up so high
Twinkle,twinkle the jewellery of boundless æther
And orbed blossoms of heather,I see you slither
The theft of mine poor heart in busy hour
While of I was sniffing round your wallflower
Be lighter and be gentler to my weary heart
Thro' far and far you linger in this vapid art
Sprinkled from afar your's ray in earthly crust
Dwelt in gemmy nelumbo in midst of verdure,August
Part and impart your loveliness in dropping drips
Ah! winds it an aught from your carmine lips
Napping and wrapping beneath your shadow
So there the face of heaven; the firmamant meadow
Is now my faulty heart athrobs to revel with you
In chilly hour and lolling flower; sipping a wintry brew
In her little red shoes
she stands out in a crowd
turns heads each and every time
and if she looked my way
I'd be walking on air
I'd be on cloud nine
in her little black dress
she enters the room
everyone stares you can hear them sigh
and if she smiled at me
I'd be over the moon
I'd be flying high
the little black dress
completes her wardrobe
her stilettos complete my fantasy
drinking champagne from either shoe
scarlet crimson carmine vermilion
red is the colour any hue will do
The women fell upon the bodies of the dead,
clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face.
Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled.
So now they mourn them through a veil of blackened lace.
A mother presses lips upon a virgin son;
a bride, in bloodstained white, whispers; she is to be;
a sister screams, at smoking guns, what have you done?
A Captain brushes some cigar ash from his knee.
Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?
Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs drop, I get treated.
“God, get up and get at me,” I replied, with an unnerving poise.
People love a scene.
Happy 4th of July to Yankees everywhere!
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Only a Fool Would Say That by Ivy
Lovely Day by Elizabeth Mitchell
L'Anamour by Ivy
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slang:
FAQ = told the facts
Treated = attacked
amid green valleys'
sun's free through labyrinth fields~
red carmine leaves bath
The floral foliage of Fall fuels my pen to flow
Nature's carmine carnage is a crimson condition to watch
Russet quills of the trees float down in myriad shades
Amber leaves levitating like flying embers
Auburn arrows gliding to meet the earth
Soft sepia smiles sent down from the Shepherd above
Burnished varnished tree-bits travelling back to the ground
Crumbling orange smidgens creating crunchy cracklings
Brown bracts brave enough to bed with the soil
Gamboge hues gamboling like golden glowing gems
Lurid leaflets leaving their last lucid legacy
Before they turn into les feuilles mortes
October's moving in
I can feel it on my skin.
The wind blows lightly every leaf
but brings in the cooling sheaths
pushing back
the leftovers summer beats lack;
In the quiet rush
the trees whisper, hush
calling out to all of us,
change is in the breeze;
the warm that remains
is just a hint of September games
leaning into fall residue
autumn calling in the faded hues;
colors ranging from the lime lemon blends
into the shadings of olive-brown russets
so many shadow feature ramblings
rest in the crimson carmine maroons;
the sun rises late, ambers crawling in
setting early to the harvest orange crimson
and the reawakening of the blood moon
with autumn calling a lurid dying of October from June;
October's moving in
making for winter teasing taunts
in the constant changing of the seasonal haunts.
Stars of Clarity 11-22-23
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Stars of Clarity
Lost in ebony
Void of bursting astral intuitions,
Alabaster amber stolen,
Abandoned in delirium’s decay
Of dying brown dwarfs
Hoarding lavender purple leftovers,
Hidden remnants of disguised advent,
Ashen sojourner wades through impotent stardust
Numb in faded platinum insight.
Out of grey vertigo
Carmine dwarfs arise to overshadow ebony
In a giddy sense of spangled glitter
When enigmas and puzzles
Step out of nebulas into mystic purity.
Pilgrim, found in neon,
Incandescent cavalcades of exploding chartreuse
Guide ephemeral crystalline visions,
Burnished auroras splash across epiphanies,
Rounded shards divulge silver nativity,
When salient flashes nurture constellations of certainty,
Astral sparks of cosmic scarlet explosions,
And shrouded a-ha’s emerge like incandescent sextons
Leading to stellar sequins - champagne diamonds of clarity.
Ample is the rising sun
That alights the furthest mountain –
A carmine drape upon every hill –
Exciting the birds to warble.
Ample, too, is the evening sun
That paints a nebulous curtain –
Quickly changing the palette until
Bringing the good day to shutter.
I am the hawk, the falcon, the eagle
circling the skies, swooping with the winds
that roar through gold and carmine canyons.
I soar to hunt, to pursue, to feed.
Gliding on ageless currents of thermal energies
exploding through the clouds,
stooping to the field, the sea, the desert.
I have the strength, the will, the fortitude
of the ages beside, and within, my being
sharpening my insight, my vision,
calling me to the feeding grounds.
I am the caveman, the forager, the hunter
of all within my penetrating sight.
Succumb to my mighty beak and talons.
Bat's fang ditches, vampiric disease needs stitches,
as carmine blood seeps, forever now she sleeps
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