Long Ruby Poems
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I wear a charm bracelet that you once gave to me, and every charm on it holds a special memory
The very first one has my initials before I took your last name, the next is a four-leaf clover for good luck every day
I have a ruby slipper because you told me that I was your princess on earth, and one about our friendship where our love started first
A white horse representing you riding in and saving me, a half-moon that you hold the other piece
A fairy to make all my wishes come true, an angel to protect me when I’m feeling blue
A diamond ring and oh how it shines, the initial of your last name that would one day be mine
A little boy and a little girl for what our future would be, a Cinderella pumpkin for you to carry my dreams
A butterfly to symbolize the love that would one day fly away, the lonely carousel with no one left to play
A sunflower so beautiful because you said it reminded you of me, and then lastly a heart that you eventually broke when you took your love away from me.
Like a gift unoffered, you've snatched my sweetheart!
Lifeless, aimless, like her ghost I drag on here!
Body cold! Bleached as washer-man thump!
Hair still growing! Nails getting sharpened!
White burial shroud; No wedding gown!
Flower dumped; Ruby necklace covered up!
Unknown smile! Farewell? Joyous to part?
Or already gained a glimpse of paradise?
Your hands seem to resist the mud fall!
As though not ready to be buried!
Yes, dear Death! You’ve determined to take her away!
Here she is; at your command; submissive; Silent!
You had tried this many times! Saved by money and science?
What all names you gave! Cancer! Hemorrhage! Cardiac arrest!
I think at the time of your impulse of calling someone,
You do not listen to God, leave alone the heavenly angels!
I have been praying for your death, but you have none!
Today she might be; tomorrow me; then sons and daughters...!
Or all before me, leaving me double-dead and none to care!
Bon, voyage to you, dear Death, till we meet again soon!
26 October, 2021
Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
The sky is liquid ink with not a star . . .
And I walk a snow covered path seeking him,
in this place hushed, silent, dark and grim.
The harsh wild wind takes my long hair,
and my red gown presses against me in the night air.
I have come willingly, without fear for my soul . . .
Even though I know he is of the undead,
I have no strength to fight those eyes deep red.
And there he stands waiting for me,
I should turn away, run away and just flee.
His dark hair is blowing in the frigid wind,
and I am falling into a great swirling whirlwind.
His skin so pale it mingles with the falling snow;
he looks through me with those eyes that glow,
and i pass tombs that stand row on row.
Then I am floating into his embrace,
and I find myself touching his beautiful face.
His dead coldness kisses my ruby lips;
then he moves to my neck and bright red drips,
I lift his hand and lick my blood off his fingertips.
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Her pale, porcelain skin, a bright contrast to her raven hair
That fell about her shoulders, in a curly flair
Her bright eyes, that ensnared me so
Were they hazel, or emerald green, I do not know
Her ruby smile, those wicked lips, that kissed my heart
The turned down look, and the adventure did start
Her shoulder exposed, the neckline leading down
I remember so clearly now, her eyes were a golden brown
She had a curvaceous waist, that made me sway
I tried to see more, but at her belly, my gaze did stay
I forced my unwilling eyes, to embrace her shapely legs
They started at the rump, and led all the way to sex
My mind a haze, my world a daze
I remember now her wicked ways
Her arms encased me, while my world collapsed
Falling ever more, till my heart was trapped
Our love would last forever, it would seem
I remember so clearly now, her eyes were brilliant green
Her tender touch, was a cutting knife
Digging in her nails, she gave me life
And in a flash, our everlasting love was gone
After a year and a day, our precious time was done
Her soft and tender glow, was turned so soon from me
I remember so clearly now, her eyes were blue as the bluest sea
Forever until eternity, my heart lies entombed
Within the walls of a love, that is sadly doomed
Will it rise once more I ask, like the fiery phoenix
Oh I hope and pray, to my lady, the Goddess Nyx
Return to me, my raven haired girl
With the witchy eyes, and skin of pearl
Return to me, my angel of light
I pray, my Goddess of the night
Underneath green leaves that wave at the sun,
Goes mad activity in the environs of summer!
Fuzzy rabbits hopping along sunshine bound,
Scurrying racoons-bandits off for a heist,
Bushy tailed squirrels dancing in the pines,
As fresh scent wafts through the afternoon!
Chipmunks rush to feast on the wild berries,
As violet birds are off to feast on cherries.
Chirping crickets and buzzing bees day to day,
As the earth moves round in the familiar way.
Eager frogs leap wide eyed on a vivid quest;
And blue snakes slither in the emerald bushes.
Tortoises and turtles do a slow dance with June,
As ruby-throated hummingbirds hum a sunny tune!
1442 Contest 2-1-26 Aubergine is a deep purple color.
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In a midnight jubilee of snows
When Aurora's magic flows
In her empty realm of white
Her colors leap in ebbs and flows.
Her magic splashes through the nights
She decorates with neon delights
A chartreuse rush - a ruby storm
Gossamer flashes soar the heights.
Electric flares born from solar storms
Gather in her slender forms
With corals, reds and shapes of greens
Her artic light show, new art forms.
Through this portal - dark astral scenes -
Her kaleidoscope flies and then careens
In waves of handsprings through glacial skies
And love notes written in aubergines.
So it begins.., somewhere
it always must. Right?
Just picturing Dorothy starting out.., followin' Billie Burke's yellow brick road,
on a cause..
with bewitched ruby shoes.
many munchkins encouraging entourage in song..
a crushed one lost.
She was alone then, mostly, accept for Toto only
embarking on a journey to Oz...
Don't ya see?
It was belonging they both tried to find..
That winding road's spiral'd beginning
that's it
that's what it's like..
Blowin' dandelions at an age before
as ages go, seeds on the wind
before the scary sounds, the cries..
who's to blame?
Waiting your turn, soon to rush headlong
her bracelet still hanging on
a battle of bullets and longing
where a hallowed enemy waits...
all shredded waves
now gone
a bracelet worn too, he..
from her., just as you.
It was belonging they tried to find,
both of them.., could've been best friends
before war's indifference..
so glad once.., yet the same
oh, don't ya see?
who's to blame.
I'd met you, like a lad meeting his neighbor little lass,
Charmed to you at very first sight, I stood like a dumb ass;
As tabooed lover admiring his darling, I stood far,
Thirst of bathing in your love, yet, blazed in me like tar jar...
I looked like a hippy cowboy in my rustic boyhood,
You're a celibate Tamil lady in blue maidenhood;
Your charmed me; I was like iron-dust attracted by magnet,
I'd fallen in your beauty as a fish in a dragnet...
I stood in bewilderment as you grew in great beauty,
I sensed being your devotee is my august duty;
Your treasures I ignored preferring your simplicity,
Pearl and ruby seemed nothing before your complexity...
This adoration got doubled, like seasons in full bloom,
The times I'd failed to visit you, had been my greatest gloom;
Your wonders, like star-dusts, in huge microscopes I did zoom,
Your water-beauty resembled Arabian perfume...
It's then, like volcano, the caste-creed concept erupted,
Folks near you from folks from far got mutually abducted;
Folks, once, stood bound in garlands of fragrant fraternity,
Found each one engulfed by enmity of eternity...
Religion, like daggers in tragic plays, reasons did raze,
Violence started writing on humans bloody red rays;
Massive stones and boulders, thundered, splitting shoulders and chest,
Dragging them in nets, like rough sharks, some drowned them with full zest...
You turned a meeting-place for transmitters of violence,
Great market wherein one could buy and sell ethnic vengeance;
Hallmark of your beauty, lily-like purest innocence,
Had hidden its head under dark hideous insolence...
Thenceforth, your sapphire blue got turned into coral blood red,
It's not menses-cycle of change; you seemed seeking blood-shed;
Like Scylla, and Charybdis, you stood swallowing the dead,
To the guiltless folks around, you proved to be a death-bed...
My love of meeting you often, then, like sunset got shred;
As a beast least bothered in love, I, thenceforth, went ahead;
You beat loudly all through day and night as though calling me,
Will first love, failed and faded, yet, easily gain its glee...?
(On a sea near my hometown, I fondly visited during my boyhood, changing into a center of cast-creed violence)
15 December 2021
Have you fallen for the wrong one?
Someone who pulled you on strings,
putting a limitation on your freedom?
A teaser is another clown stealing naive hearts,
never believe in his promises even for once;
he held you captive with his ransom...
using a jumble of lies to keep you sound and calm...
you didn't react to his madness to avoid the harm!
A teaser is another clown,
so heartless in his persistent quest;
he puts you to the harshest test...
he won't give you a ruby crown!
A teaser in another clown,
he's a soul with a mind so forlorn!
All he gave you was misery,
a dark hiding place where you felt insanity;
he wouldn't let you escape
to suffer the consequences of his mistake!
A teaser is another clown,
without worth or honor;
a teaser is another clown...
a monster to ponder!
I’ve come back to that place
where bumbles bounce and blooms bedazzle -
a place that ought to be one of happy recollections,
for it is so pretty here. . . even now,
and the air so fragrant.
Despite its loveliness, the garden of this city park
can never more enchant me,
and the ruby bedazzlers that still reside here
I never can forgive for their betryal.
How innocently they all looked on as my dearest childhood friend –
pleased to lean in to inhale their petals’ sweet scent -
gasped upon receiving that sharp sudden sting.
Her face ballooned out, becoming nearly unrecognizable
as she struggled to breathe, but we both were unaware
of my darling friend’s most severe of allergies. . .
She fainted then, never to bounce back,
unlike those bumbles in the garden
where the blooms had so bedazzled her.
They bumble around even now, forever bouncing back
to remind me of that most dreadful of days.