Long Rubies Poems
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One by one they'll slowly arrive.
Like drunken moths fanning humid nights.
Crash-landing into the brainpan of mankind.
Howling like a stray dog on fire.
They suckle away the nectar from life.
Panning flecks of silver from hopeful eyes.
Only sated when they've bled the well dry.
Howling like a stray dog on fire.
Like vampires, they feed off periwinkle fear.
Reflectionless savages of funhouse mirrors...
Black stains bleeding into the fabric of dream...
soiling the remaining ponds of pristine.
Wishing to leave a string of rubies on the wrist...
or a devil's knot around a porcelain neck...
black powder to the temple of every regret...
the howl of a burning stray, you'll never forget.
Rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, gems of such great worth
Gems beyond price and beauty from the bowels of the earth
Sought for and dreamed of, fought over and even died for
When all said and done just pieces of mineral from mother earths core...
Placed in gold and platinum settings, price beyond compare
Stored in vaults to precious are some, but still bits of mineral to be fair
Reds and greens, blues for sure, these gems stone are beauteous things
Nothing says I love you more, than gemstones set in golden rings.
For me these beauteous bits of glass that bedeck the bodies of some
Bought for gifts and treasured always, these little baubles of fun…
The best gemstone of all is ‘adamas’ or unbreakable from the ancient Greek
But it’s the qualities of this superlative gem, that is what I seek...
Its superlative physical attributes mean, it’s hard beyond compare
Allotrope of carbon spewed by volcanoes, and it is still rather rare
This gemstone which is a diamond, and guys this is the best surprise
I don't want even the remnant of a diamond, just the glint like diamond of love in your eyes…
© ~GG~ 2/10/2012
1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust.
2..The taint of copper pennies.
3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed.
4..A sunset burning dry corn.
5.Eyes bruised by anger.
6.Lips cut by stinging words.
7.Money burning holes in red letter days.
8.A fledglings mouth bleeding hunger.
9.The abrasions of fiery passions.
10.The plasma of inflamed desires.
11. Poinsettia’s in a snow storm.
12. Droplets of deep regret.
13. Squashed cherries, red berries, and ladybugs.
14. Clawing finger-nails.
15. A surgeons restless dreams.
16. Iron oxide in ferrous rocks.
17. A bull, a matador, and a slashing fear.
18. The breath of a bucking bronco.
19. Poppies thriving on a battlefield..
20. The face-paint of warriors
21. The face paint of the murdered.
22. The skull stomping feet of Kali.
23. Daily pinpricks.
24. A wet dagger in the dark.
25. Prints in a crime scene.
26. The blushed snorts of a wounded deer.
27. The prayers of a sorcerer.
28. Hands washing away guilt.
29. The chaotic splatter of magic.
30. A thought tied to revenge.
31. The spurts of feeding frenzies.
32. Gills caught in unbreathable air.
33. The dark secrets of vino veritas.
34. Rubies bathed by candle light.
35. An aroused areola and nipple.
36. The pulse of a ********.
37. Sandstone at sunset.
38. The nightshade luster of tomato skins.
39. A bad moon rising.
40. The froth and suds of a punctured lung.
41. The tears of a Sufi poem.
42. Menstrual flow in the time of the moon.
43. The eyes of a night hunting cats.
44. A mime artists poking a tongue.
45. The lining of a dictators coffin.
46. The simmering heat of fevers.
47. Reflections in a sleepless eye.
48. The body heat of love.
49. Birth and the open womb.
50. The end and beginning of all that live.
A little something darling treasure
faraway vision of one soul goodnight budding dream
sweet talking buttercups dance deeply to one song
Rose kissing petal lips whisper tenderly music
I pray silently your sleeping gracefully with magic
surrounded by angels full of love
Warmly embraced with gentle wings bouncing echoes
inside each touch of a feather melting gold liquid cream
honey coated tender whispers fluttering on a soft breeze
Floating colors of sunshine misted jewels blushing rubies
under a rainbow arriving bouquets awakening happiness
beams sparkling gifted inside the softest tenderness
Smiling morn sparkling rays in your heart
glowing always with joy and happiness for keeps
wishing for you true forever, most beautiful daydreams a promise
unrhymed tercet
God has birthed this in you
He’s given you power to pull through
Made you from the dust and dirt
Provided you all of your worth
You are more than just dirt
You are worth more than rubies and gold
Sold
You’re not
The storms are raging on the rollin' sea,
and on the highway of regret
Make you feel my love
You named all of the animals
You planted the trees, one by one
You’re more than you’ve over come
God has birthed this in you
He’s given you power to pull through
Provided you all of your worth
You are more than hallow courts
You are a little higher than angel’s hearts
Gold
You’re not
Thunder lightening rolling rains
The storms are raging on the rollin' sea,
and on the highway of regret
you make me feel my love
Thunder lightening rolling rains
As the storms are raging on the rollin' sea,
and on the highway of regret
you make me feel my love
and it’s also supernatural
The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret - Make you feel my love
2/15/20
2nd Place~Placement in Contest
For Famous poetic lines 3 - Love Songs Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One |
A gold Bulova watch that grandpa owned was hidden
from everyone's eyes in a desktop drawer,
where daddy stored his coin collection;
it glittering brighter than the noon sun, it astonished;
my discovery wasn't a small wonder
as seen by me and the incredible charm it held!
I don't need to question why grandpa only wore that
gold Bulova watch on those long and important business trips
he made to Spain and France as a hazelnut merchant;
was his intention to look stylish although he had charming looks?
Yes, all the above he combined to make profitable deals...
that's how he amassed wealth never venturing into dangerous seas!
A little treasure I own...that gold Bulova watch that's in my possession now,
it has known three dynamic generations and seen by different faces!
Never will I wear it to resemble him and imitate his style..it'll take many skills,
the only satisfaction I get from it: is pride while its pretty rubies steadily glow!
Thanks, grandpa for your beautiful gift...it's holds more than a material value:
its the symbol of fortitude that embodies the spirit that once was you!
Poetry contests. How ridiculous. Silly even. It is like comparing:
dogs with underarms,
underarms with toothbrushes,
toothbrushes with giraffes,
giraffes with garden parties,
garden parties with throw pillows,
throw pillows with coffee cups,
coffee cups with light switches,
light switches with spitballs,
spitballs with cinnamon buns,
cinnamon buns with alligators,
alligators with rubies,
rubies with motorcycles,
motorcycles with sumo wrestlers,
sumo wrestlers with bubble gum,
bubble gum with swimming pools,
swimming pools with rabid skunks,
rabid skunks with toothaches,
toothaches with garter belts,
garter belts with police officers,
police officers with dinosaurs,
dinosaurs with sauce pans,
sauce pans with an art show,
an art show with a pumpkin pie,
a pumpkin pie with a speedboat,
a speed boat with a stepmother,
a stepmother with another step mother.
Poetry contests are silly.
I spent my day shopping for rubies
It's not a usual thing to do
I usually shop on Tuesdays
Then I just shop for two
I dressed up in my best
And caught a cab to town
Hoping to invest
In a ruby ring and evening gown
Arriving at the jeweller's shop
I was overcome with awe
I felt my chin drop
As I knocked a tray of pearls onto the floor
Madame, "May I help you,
Can I assist in any way?"
"Yes, I came to buy a ruby ring
Could you show me the display?"
The assistant looked happy
He unlocked the compartment of rings
He was so brisk and snappy
I thought he was about to sing
The rubies were breath-taking
They took my breath away
I became more breathless
At the price of them that day
I knew they would be expensive
These were far too dear
The price was so extensive
It made me feel quite *****
I was embarrassed
The assistant looked poised
I felt very harrassed
Silly and annoyed
"Please take a seat, Madame
Sit quietly for a while."
Was there a hint of sarcasm
In the assistant's smile
Other customers were waiting to be served
Looking at jewellery and gifts
They thought they all deserved
Or give a loved one's heart a lift.
The shop was busy
It was abuzz like busy bees
Nobody was in a tizzy
Except poor dishevelled me
Standing up from the chair
Trying to look haughty
Waving my hand in the air
I left feeling naughty
Outside in the mall at last
What a day it's been
My day spent shopping for rubies
Had been like a movie scene
Feeling tired and muddled
My feet were hurting me
I cannot wait to catch the bus
And go back to reality
Mr. Butcher, the undertaker, did a capital job of laying old Cheatum out,
Though he had to cram him in the casket since the senator was rather stout!
During the viewing, folks marveled at Mortician Butcher's cosmetic skill,
Especially the work on his bulbous nose, purpled by the booze he used to swill!
At the funeral, the preacher asked if anyone cared to eulogize the late departed.
The stone-faced congregation remained mute - no kind words were imparted!
This came as no surprise to the reverend who struggled to say something nice,
Something tactful and meaningful for the old galoot's bourne to Paradise!
His stoic widow sat staring ahead under the glaring gaze of the congregation.
She wore rubies, diamonds and emeralds looking like a queen at coronation!
Cheatum somehow always managed in his annual congressional appropriation,
To divert funds for his aggrandizement, further tainting his soiled reputation!
He was transported to Glorious Sunrise Cemetery in a horse-drawn hearse.
Folks thought that appropriate since they knew him to be a horse's reverse!
The reverend intoned an appropriate prayer as he was lowered in the ground.
There was nary a teary-eyed constituent of old Cheatum to be found!
On a nearby grassy knoll stood the gravediggers Arnold, Cletus and Dave,
Leaning on their shovels sipping Old Milwaukee waiting to close the grave.
Cletus having a way with words said, "I feel like throwin' rocks at the hearse!
Good Lord a-mighty! Can that new guy, Senator Swindler be any worse!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A wife is of noble character who can find you are
worth far more valuable that rubies;
Diamonds;
Gold;
Who is the bride, where is the bride;
That the bible speaks of;
who is this groom, where is his room where does he come from
I am the one you are the one
All those who receive him daughters and sons;
somebody told me that I'd be happy
Who is the bride, where is the bride
That The bible speaks of
Who is this groom, where is His room where does he come from
I am the one you are the one
I though no one like me
But you came along
Lord I am the bride and you are the groom
I write you I write this song for you
Only you for you Lord
I sing this song for you
Only for you only you for you Lord
Who is the bride who is the groom
01/20/15
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " The Wedding 02176"