Long Rubicund Poems

I often sit for long periods of time
hoping the perfect beginning will come to me.
To write a poem that starts with a pristine Capital
leaving readers with great expectations.

But after much torment, with not a fleck...

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My bare feet rest gently on the stones at the bottom of a shallow, rushing stream.  Through the clear water, I see the meandering veins beneath the skin.  I feel a brisk shiver...

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Ah... how envious, those young, restless, and fecund...

Lucky young guys and gals
admission courtesy yours
truly finds small (medium)
poetaster at large rubicund
perhaps anonymous reader

lollygagging (cyber space)
while away leisure stunned
boot why such shock despite
old & decrepit peppy gunned
no...

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Perhaps the "We" in a poem about young "America" can thread the plural pronoun 
into a universal tapestry:

"We" seek the Sunrise- fiery golden streams, threads of expectancy, not simply of hope.  Rarely realized.

Almost always...

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Men enjoy the smell of Camel cigarettes at the check-in counter
just like they enjoy the sound of bones tapping on wood 
in the late AM in the hallways. Stilettos are from God. 

Then, the slow...

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Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups 
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: ...

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I await with great excitement the arrival of a Super Moon
Ascending in the western sky a spherical rubicund ethereal balloon
Appearing so much larger as she rises close to earth
A beautiful pregnant lady who is waiting...

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The grandfather clock solemnly struck two.
In the pitchy night, shadows seem to flit about.
I close my red rimmed eyes tight
Yet I can see all around me for sleep eludes me.

I lie on my bed like...

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A Moral Sonnet
 A big crow and a sparrow which had painted itself
In the colour of the big bird to appear masterful became
Good friends as the both suffered from bombastic 
Self-believe and they make a...

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Have you ever noticed how
raunchy our children can smell? 
Like the stench that arises
from, say, a rotting seashell.

It's true; cohabitation
can impose a certain stink.
But family ignores it,
despite what others might think.

Sometimes a polite request
is personal...

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(A Chain Verse) 

'Tis a special night
Night of the blood moon
Moon's shimmering light
Light so softly strewn

Strewn across the lawn
Lawn shines crimson now
Now, that's why I'm drawn
Drawn to darkened brow

Brow of the hills glows
Glows erubescent
Erubescent pose
Pose...

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An ethical poem 
A big crow and a sparrow which had painted itself
in the colour of a big bird to look masterful became friends
Both suffered from a bombastic belief they could 
take on the elderly...

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He was laboriously looking 
for that one perfect peach
with soft salubrious skin, 
radiantly rounded with
robust, rubicund curves,
crying to be caressed, 
coddled and cuddled.
Her bashfully blushing rosy red 
cheeks on pale peach skin
immediately caught his attention
as...

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Unrequited Soliloquies Of The Heart 
Estranged

By M. Taha Effendi

(Sonnet)

As I walk along the twilit avenue,
A forlorn heart bids the day adieu,
The rubicund sun withdraws its weary 
gaze,
Surrenders its quest of endless days,
Vagrant clouds drift to...

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No rooster crowed the tenebrous morning
I woke to somber skies aflame.
As dawn rose across a crimson horizon,
a firestorm blazed from a golden core
and scarlet lava flowed above the plains.

Charred, were black mordant clouds.
Menancingly, they swept...

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The sounds of tuba and trombone, viola and violin
Drew one and more into Dance Times Inn
The space was full so speed and soon
All jocund in the joy of June!

The serious sets of tens of twos
Could...

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A
Smile gleams
Unfolding the light
Found buried within bright eyes
I fear we have become a dream my darling
A figment of the imagination
Pretend and false
A notion of love
Love and loss
Every day is a piece to the puzzle 
Being...

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October trees, they sway in the wind
A tangerine tango that taunts the tinges

October leaves, they swirl in the breeze
A vermilion whirligig that vaunts the whispers

October hues, they swagger the mind
A rubicund rollicking that haunts the...

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