Luxuriously Poems

ebony dragon and little miss

Ebony dragon and velvet miss, rich as wine
You are thick and rich, and luxuriously fine
I want to stroke you to enjoy your soft coat
I see why upon you both my grandma doth dote.

Autumn's Crown

Fallen leaves upon the ground,
Luxuriously spread and interwound.
Producing a carpet of bedecked Autumn Leaves,
Displaying an image you can't believe.

Rose Dust, Corn Silk, Ruby Red and Dark Green,
Not forgetting Almond Brown, Orange that paint this scene,
This array of colors found in New England towns,
Come together and become Autumn's Crown.

Her Familiars Ignored Her

Winnie was luxuriously enjoying her bath of bliss
When the cat and kits came in to snarl and hiss
Out! She said, but her familiars did not give her the time of day.
They confidently began to slip and slide and chase and play.

Sense of Touch

I like the warm sensation
of sunshine stroking my skin.
It's my link to Nature and
my tether to creation.

What's more assuring than touch;
can anything surpass it?
Without that tactile contact,
I would miss out on so much.

My cat's underbelly feels
luxuriously silky.
And I enjoy petting it;
as its purring oft reveals.

When the wind tussles my hair,
I feel its interaction.
And should a fly land on me,
my sense of touch tells me where.

Making my grandson wiggle
is a joyous occasion.
And when I tickle his feet,
I feel his belly jiggle.

Touching allows me to feel
the reality of life.
Unmasking my surroundings;
touch explores what is real.

Chets Last Ride

Chet had worked for the railroad for forty-six years
I want to ride the train from New York to California
it was his last ride, luxuriously relaxing for this engineer

Faerie Queens Arrival

faerie queen grants wishes elfin whispered
my wish was granted the instant I saw her
she arrived light, lithe, luxuriously lightning-like
her wings were blazing; I felt honored and humbled

She Did Not Care

giggling greta a girl bee from Greece
lollygagged luxuriously on a lady bug beast
buzzing wuzzing worker bees gave her no peace
But she did not care, as her feelings were creased.

Luxury

As I wend my way around curving roads
up high into the mountains
I finally arrive at the Eight Gables Inn.
I wonder what it is that drives me here!
Perhaps I have developed wings
and flew across the Atlantic towards
The Great Smoky Mountains
on my adventurous ride
to the Blue Ridge Mountains.
 
Tired I hope the Inn
will live up to its reputation.
The sun is setting as I view
the purple orange skies darken,
whilst here and there lights
in desolate cottages twinkle in the dark.
I hasten to my private bath
and slowly sink in the warm water,
overpowered by the smell of soapy foams.
Pleased with my silky skin
I put on a plush bathrobe
luxuriously enjoying the feel
of the soft fabric against my spores,
and with a graceful dive find myself
on top of a feather-top bed.
This is the life of luxury...
 
Until I feel the taste of blotting paper
that cover my whole mouth.
I open my eyes and know
it was all a dream, alas.

Beauty In Beauteous Muse

Dazzling like goddess Luna dipped in harvest moon,
Yet, musing on beauty around at summer noon;
Seated in queenly splendor at the balcony,
Amazed on the ancient archives of alchemy...?

Nature has molded you in charm beyond measure,
Like luxuriously hidden sapphire treasure;
Sun light falling on you profusely with pleasure,
Reflects on nature's creatures with upscale leisure...!

Above all, in you are voluminously seen,
Philosophies and theologies that have been;
Cogitating in forms of curious puzzle,
Within - like joys and pains - tussle, hustle and bustle...!

Aren't midst apparent calmness, currents and whirlpools?
Are there within interiors, huge moral rules?
Yet, like saints, synthesis of these seems your nature,
It's, hence, constant smile has become your ornature...! 

Shine forth! O princess of divine nature! Shine forth!
Like Sirius the luminous star of the north;
May endless wisdom and enchantment from you flow!
May these to the grief-filled mortals, joys endless show...!!!


29 October 2022
Painting prompted Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
Painting – 1

Searching For the Blue Rose

I saw a movie when I was a child
called the blue rose
I know that was the name of it
It was a movie of love and romance

Including a handsome man dressed like Aladdin
and a gorgeous princess who had luxuriously shiny black hair
They were a beautiful couple.

I remember it was one of the best movies I have ever seen.
it was luxuriously lovely.
I still have dreams of it.

To this day I have never found this movie.
It possibly had another name, but the blue rose is what I recall.
I was about nine years old when I saw it.

Any clues as to what this movie is called?
I am breathlessly waiting.
Hoping it is as gorgeous as my imagination remembers.

Tune of the Ocean

she has a meditative way of lulling me to sleep
such a quiet, gentle almost unheard lapping against the shore
in the most luxuriously honest way imaginable
there is a methodical beat to the ocean's tide at night
not a melody, but rather a honest regular tune of calm
she simulates my dream state and lulls me into dreamland
I shut my eyes, glad I am the only one on the beach
honored with her tune, feeling as if she is me, and I am her

F L O W E R

Fantastic fabulous frisky faeries flitter forever 
Luxuriously loving lady-like likeable lilies 
Obliterating outgoing outlandish ostentatious orchid
Wonderful whimsical warmhearted warlock wiggles wind 
Effervescent ebullient elegant elves eagerly expedite Echinacea 
Relieved rambunctious radiant roses replenishes rakish Rudbeckia

Lights Legacy

Lavender light shines laughingly
Listening longingly to loud language
Luring lush lies toward listless 
Lurches of lasting lore which
Lives to lighten hearts with love
Loosing lurid hues of lilac lace
Leaving loss to line the lodge
Laughing luxuriously through lips
Lined lovingly with lasting leisure
Lighting life in luminous legitimacy
Lifestyles living out their legacy

Where To Start

A seriously sad seventh son of a soldier entered prime prejudicial puberty
With love and luxuriously liberal thoughts in his hyper hallucinating heart
He was set on dating a diabolically darling daughter of a serious celebrity
So should he go to Hollywood? Hail a bus? Hire a taxi? Where to start? 
Where to start? Where to start?

Christmas Fairy Doll

She was peeking at me from the tree but I saw her not.
So bedazzled was I by the bubble lights which I sought.
My grandma watched as I made my way around the tree.
She loved seeing me trying to see all that I could see.

What is your favorite thing? She finally asked me. 
This angel I said, no, this fire truck, no this sled maybe.
Tinsel, stars, baubles and bows of every shape and kind.
I would put down one thing after another, saying never mind.

Because in truth I could not choose one thing; it was the whole.
My moves around the tree were made luxuriously slow.
I truthfully wanted to see everything, all that I could see. 
Grandma was thrilled when I finally saw the fairy doll peeking at me.

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