Long Ruby Poems
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P-lenipotentiary plumes of idyllic and quixotic art,
H-e, In Land of Cockaigne, enchants a fairy’s heart.
A-nd a gift, Glimpses of my village with “rosy dawns,”
N-ay to hear “rooster calls,” “ruby skies,” to fawn.
T-o a Flamingo, pink gentilities and regal, I revere
A- lovely poet, full of grandeur — gentleman in the mirror.
S-imulacrum, frowning face of frippery - no doubt
M-ere pastiche, Vijay will not embrace; calls it out.
A- Summer Rain, he will turn into a rowdy dance,
G-lee of a family gathered, pets hide from nature’s lance.
O-h how I miss you mourns through peace and quiet,
R-aring to hear dogspeak in a dream; be not disquiet.
I-n a Winter storm, he touches my heart with a haiku...
A-nd after all, Vijay outshines many, a man of many hues.
1/5/2021
Contest: Capture The Essence
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Vijay’s poetry titles:
1.Phantasmagoria
2.Glimpses of my village
rosy dawns, rooster calls, ruby skies
3. To a flamingo:
pink gentilities, regal
4. Simulacrum:
frowning face of frippery, pastiche
5. Summer Rain:
rowdy dance, indirect reference to family & pets
6. Oh how I miss you
7. In a Winter Storm
Note: Reposted for my good friend John Hamilton who remembered I wrote this when I didn’t
I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying
as if she owned the place and maybe she did. . .
if a heart can skip a beat, mine did a somersault.
Obviously cut from a finer cloth
than these eight dollar trousers ever found in their pockets,
the fit much better too, a warm hug on a cold December day
lingering in the moment
She sat down at the crescent shaped bar,
ordered a martini, neat, pulled a crisp twenty from her clutch
and brushed a few stray brunette hairs from her face,
the mirror behind the bar happily reflecting her beauty
Raising the drink to her ruby red lips
I found myself wishing I were that glass,
smeared in her favorite shade, kissed by a sighing sip,
caressed by porcelain fingers wiping sweat from a glistening neck
A jewel in this dingy joint, shimmering in the dusty haze,
breathing some class into this oblong shadow
that had seen better days, but none like this, like her.
She was out of place like fine wine in a shot glass . . . but didn’t seem to care
She lifted a cigarette to her mouth, I was quick with a match,
watching as tobacco embers flared and smoke rose upward, swirling about freeform.
Putting her lips together she blew out the flame
with a whisper of breath that made me weak in the knees, “Thank you.”
I stared, forgetting the spent match I held between my fingers,
tongue tied or mesmerized, take your pick, both answers are correct.
“You’re welcome”, I stuttered like a school boy in braces, “new around here?”
“Kind of”, her voice as chiffon is soft, “I heard I might find a poet here . . . ”
To be continued . . .
There are two more parts to this poem. I will post the remaining tomorrow if any would care to read them. : )
I am having a heavenly day among swaying flowers,
away from my usual city existence;
tumbling, I lay supine beneath a huge tree,
under the safety of cool emerald leaves.
A raging stream not far flows on it's forest journey,
oh, there is such a sweetness in the simplicity of nature;
as I listen to birds twittering and bees buzzing,
watching the sun shine on a distant hill.
Lovely horses come galloping across the country field,
but, soon my eyes close and I have a dream of leaping;
the sun touches me with a caress of warmth,
and delicate hues of wild flowers sway a dance.
The sun is high in the bright azure sky and still I lay,
then, a gossamer wing kisses my ruby lips startling me;
and a beautiful blue butterfly hovers above me fluttering,
and I am full of harmony, peace and calm . . . .
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October 20, 2019
Poetry/Pastoral/Among Swaying Flowers
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1189-952-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 3 - Pastoral
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
Spring is a time of rebirth and rejuvenation,
A vernal season of whimsical invigoration.
Admiration is conveyed through this way,
It relishes a bit like freshly fallen rain spray.
A scent of lemon, aloe, and sieved steaming,
Like ambrosial rosebuds blooming in spring.
A glass of polished ruby bears serenity,
It's saffron on silk with a resolute divinity.
Colorful gown of yellow, green, and blue,
Shimmering in harlequin-inspired hue.
It divinely glides over meadow and field,
Where silky lobed rugs swarm with their yield.
3RD PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 27, 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Hillsides shimmer in summer's golden fire
as marmalade sun dawns on poppied slopes.
I run with Monarch butterflies higher
barefoot in honey with tangerine hopes.
I hear the butter chirp of a warbler's song
and smile at God's creative citrine zest.
While I inhale the gold-coined sun, I long
for the Monarch's dappled orange vest--
If only I could shed my morose shades
and pluck the redly poppies off his grave;
I could be one with this saffron parade,
embrace euphoria, live the colors I crave.
Hillsides of valor: once I held his quest.
Now I turn to ruby poppies and I scorn,
but at myself or all in us that's best.
I cannot change the past nor can I mourn
a past I cannot change. But on this hill
I feel the poppies in their sherbert folds;
they lilt like orange butterflies and fill
life with sunrise, the beauty Monarchs hold.
7/5/17
Strong are her hands,
Darkened by summer’s touch,
Now pale like ghosts in twilight's hush.
Could these be her hands?
Did they dip in scented creams
By tranquil pleasure pools?
Did they bathe in moonlit beams
In serenity’s quiet rules?
Did they drink from wild skies,
Resting upon gentle knees?
Did they roll cigars
Or barter in diamonds with ease?
On the feet of holy Madonnas,
Did they wilt golden blooms?
Is it belladonna's dark blood
That in their palms now looms?
These hands, hunting and bruising,
Swelling like dawn's first light,
Seeking nectar, mixing poisons,
Bringing the day from the night.
What dream seized these hands,
Stretching in distant lands,
A dream of Asia's mystic ways,
Of Khenghavars or Zion's days?
These hands did not sell oranges,
Nor shine at the feet of gods;
They did not wash the diapers
Of blind, heavy children in squads.
They are not hands of cousins,
Nor workers with sweat-streaked brows,
Burned by the factory’s fire,
In the woods where stench endows.
These hands bend backs but do not harm,
Stronger than machines' alarm,
Mightier than a horse's might,
They stir like furnaces alight.
Their flesh sings the Marseillaises,
Never prayers in sanctuaries,
They tighten necks of wicked women,
Crush the hands of noble dames,
Hands stained with guilt and shame.
The glow of these loving hands
Turns the heads of meek sheep;
In their fingers' tasty rings,
The sun sets a ruby deep.
A mark of the common folk
Darkens them like a mother’s breast,
The backs of these hands kissed
By every proud rebel’s quest.
In the great sun of loaded love,
They pale, yet marvelous they stand,
On the bronze of machine guns
Through insurgent Paris grand.
Ah! sometimes, O sacred hands,
In your fists where hearts tremble,
Lips unsobered by your command,
Chains clinking, clear symbols.
And it’s a strange shiver
In our beings when, sometimes,
We seek to unwind you, Angel Hands,
Even if it means making your fingers bleed.
:: 06.05.2024 ::
STRIKE! "STRUCK" A COVER IS BLOWN...
GAME UP!~
WHAT'S UP???
MY AWARENESS... MY ENLIGHTENING...
BEING IN THE DARK IS FRIGHTENING, WOULDN'T YOU SAY, "I'LL SAY!" WHEN IN THE COMPANY OF MASKED PRETENDERS, WHO INITIALLY EXPRESS, TO IMPRESS...
OH SO TENDER AND WARM,
(A CALM BEFORE THE STORM) LURKING, LURING, BELIEVING THEY ARE SECURING, "WHO YOU ARE"
YES, A COMPLETE READ....
"MUST BE ALL IN THE STARS" AND NEXT,
GRADUALLY, STEADILY...*REAL INTENT*
PRESENTS: HERE'S THE HIDDEN GEM OF THE DAY, DID YOU CATCH THAT, "QUICK!" SUDDEN "HIT" THAT MAY HAVE OTHERWISE BEEN MISSED FROM...
BLOATED CONVEY!
NOT TODAY...
IT'S WAS NOTICED, (NOTED)
YOU SEE, HIDDEN GEMS ARE ALL AROUND US, PAY ATTENTION, LISTEN AND LISTEN CLOSELY..."THE BEAUTY OF SILENCE" IT'S DUTY TO SHINE, DIVINE BRILLIANTLY AND RECEIVINGLY, MOST IMPORTANTLY CONCEIVABLY...NO MATTER HOW MUCH ILL PREPARED OF INITIAL AUDACITY, VERY LITTLE IT WAS KNOWN...OF ANOTHER'S "BLESSED CAPACITY" TO SEE THE FLAWS...
WHAT A SHAME IT REMAINS HIDDEN TO "THEM" BUT NEVER TO ME, YOU SEE!
I SO APPRECIATE "A VALUE RECEIVED" IN PRICELESS CLARITY...
A DIAMOND DROPPED, LOOK AT ALL THE FACETS, IT'S ALSO BEEN "WORN"...
"SO OBLITERATINGLY WORN"
BUT...
JUST NOT FOR ME,
IT'S NOW A TRANSFERRED *NEW*
RADIANT RED RUBY!~ SUCH DEPTH IN HUE! "IT'S FLAWLESS!!!"
THIS ARRIVAL WAS MEANT FOR ME TO HAVE...
THIS "SPECIAL DELIVERY" read fine print, NEATLY PACKAGED, WRAPPED IN CELLOPHANE.
AS LIFE UNFOLDS...
I'VE ADDED IT TO MY CROWN OF GOLD!
EMERALDS, PEARLS, OPALS...
AND A SLOT FOR BLOOD RED RUBIES!
"PERCEPTIVELY, IT'S A WEIGHTED MEASURE...
SPIRITUALLY, IT'S LIGHT AS A FEATHER!~"
"WHAT A TREASURE TROVE" {UNHIDDEN}
RED CLAY ROCKS...FORBIDDEN.
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} May 20, 2023#
I wish for..
The walking talking doll who can dance and sways,
to replace my paper made, grisly lady shape.
The cooking set for us to use during our house playing,
instead of wood sticks and coconut shells.
The pink colored shoes carved with ruby stones,
to have my parade inside the heaven's aisle.
The colored sunshine fairy dress with golden laces,
to have my bophop in plaza central.
..that when i was a little kid, bold and innocent.
I wish for..
the glamorous bags which i can carry with friends along the boulevard,
the sassy classy ornate dress to wear during parties and reunions.
the coolest latest gadgets to brag with friends and others.
..that when i was a teen,rebellious and proud.
But now I am 22, still do not have the luxury I dreamed of..
But I did realize that not having them means not living,
and that having wishes gives you something to look forward to.
that even what you got isn't what you wanted
you know you got what you deserve.
Now I am 22, young and carefree
Now I am ready to get what I want
Now I am ready yo explore the world.
and now all that I wish for
is Your guidance
to hold me when I lose myself
to stop me when I push too much
to lift me when I'm feeling down.
Hummingbird Constanza
In the lazy days of summer
Buzzing life naps in cool shade
Ice clinks in glasses – lemonade!
To my garden darts a newcomer
Zooming from blossoms to feeder
Waiting in strong boughs of cedar.
Ruby-throated flying hummer -
Like the shadow in neon green
Fleeting sight of aerial sheen.
Tastes the nectar of midsummer
Honey imbued syrup savors
Delicate ambrosia flavors.
When crickets chirp, rests in slumber
Tiny wings finally resting
Often upside down - dreams nesting.
In the lazy days of summer
To my garden darts a newcomer
Ruby-throated flying hummer
Tastes the nectar of midsummer
When crickets chirp, rests in slumber.
7-30-20
Space guru Oh Saint, inspire my muse, with feelings inexplicable
With lush—blush poetry that I’ll take with me to the ending,
with lovers in mind, be warned of the tragic end-kind
Amber hearts, have awoken! Our Love Saint’s tears
streaking down his face, tears of justification,
suspendings of bitter-sweet’s romance,
upending, frozen in time, their souls.
Space eternity, mirthful keepsake,
snow-kissed blush forevermore.
May winters sun shine upon,
gleam they might their
crimson veins
throbbing.
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Rid Mother Earth’s
pining pains—love’s tragedy.
Madly in love He’d chosen Her, Dawn,
and to beautify her more, Venus consents
Ruby lips, sultry hips, cherry polished fingertips.
Sadly Kai, His light within should dim. Emaciated,
Her unkempt tassels and darkened eye circles listless.
She’d follow Him in nihilistic abandon. Death brings two
to shed their mortal coils, spirits unbound may be alas entwined.
Her sweet taste belonging to Him shall never sour upon his tongue.
His poetry ‘ll never unwhisper in Her waitful ears, Kai & Dawn-immortals
Both amber hearts in starry, starry space, glow gracefully as eternal Valentines
Valentine's Day
2/14/26