Sponsor : Constance Le France
Placed 3rd in Contest
on smooth hot rock I sat in REVERIE
after a HALLUCINATION drink of
mushroom, poppies and truffle
IMAGINATION soared like bald eagle
on high, throwing twin twigs with sigh
up I flew landing on a rainbow in
lucid DREAM ~
saw tinker bell fairies in pastel lace
with mauve daisy hats to face
sucking honeyed cream in wild glee
cherubs singing WHIMSY chorals
skipped to amethyst abode awaiting
dragonflies lighted a willow way
as swans mated on water lily ponds
of petals, elves smiling at bay
secretly inside a Crystal Palace
of chanting High Priestesses pure
sat Lord of VISUALISATION and awe
with blue-green eyes and beard of
silver hay, not all could hither this way
he fed me manna and mango ambrosia
gifted a garland of lotus snow white
a sapphire pen dripping indigo ink
to serpentine scribe enchanting song
on a rainbow in rubied blink !
Categories:
rubied, allusion, beautiful, bird, color,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)
Silently she arrived
on rain bowed streams, in shamrock eyes.
She filled the ponds and fluffed the blossom
stuffed milkweed pods with puffs of cotton.
She nudged chorus frogs from emerald dreams
gifting rubied songs to the forever-greens.
She rouged away the last snow flake
brushing pastel hues into robin eggs.
Then she humbly drifted far away
into the gilded heart of Etain.
Categories:
rubied, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Why not the dreams of castled kings
With rubied thrones and emerald rings
If treasures of a certain greed
Would satisfy your aching need
Or corporations far and wide
With CEO’s all by your side
What you could do would still amaze
If power sets your heart ablaze
Perhaps, a superficial win
The velvet touch of supple skin
To sensitize a brush of whim
Against an eager, waiting limb
Dream big or why to dream at all
Your dreams could still then be too small
Yet, think before a granted plea
Before a Genie’s one, two, three
Why not the dreams of one who’s poor
Whose vision would be to assure
That hunger in our world would end
With just these very words, I’ve penned
But dreams are dreams and truth is truth
And though there really is no proof
I still believe they can come true
As surely as the sky is blue
Categories:
rubied, dream, how i feel,
Form: Couplet
Within halls that all but speak,
Sit elegant objects, very antique;
Treasured and valued bits of past,
Which care and devotion made last.
A museum crowded with sweet memory,
Like of dead, red robin's late beauty!
The glossy mirror gracing the wall,
At ruddy sunset, reflects them all.
A china doll; a royal wedding gown,
The king's rubied coronation crown.
The past is revived in so many ways,
And lingers through the golden days!
The austere portrait upon the wall,
Is frozen in eternity as time crawls,
As when someone seems lost in a dream,
When the night is awash in moonbeams!
There's Louis XIV and some Chippendale,
Period furnishings of beauteous detail.
The colorful past was created to last-
To make with pop culture, plum contrast!
Categories:
rubied, art, creation, culture, memory,
Form: Rhyme
~Ice storm~
Pine boughs laying arms of jade on the ground
powerlines swinging like summer jump ropes
the avenues are littered with dirty diamonds
crystal sun harboring a warming wreath of hope.
Windchimes lie silent and lightly sweetened
a cardinal morphing into blown glass flame
his rubied beakon will mostly go unheeded
say for the ferals and a shopping cart man.
Categories:
rubied, seasons, storm,
Form: Free verse
I walked slowly across the manicured lawn
To her flowered gravesite. She’s gone
And I held her umbrella vivid red
Rubied and glistening overhead
Red like her lips I will ne’er again meet
Ruddy like her cheeks once perfumed sweet
Midst cold rain, like my tears, from darkening skies
I then looked down the row and met his soft eyes
A small dog tightly curled and I surmised
Was at the feet of his master that was no more
Lying wet at the threshold of a closed door
Then he gazed intently at my kind face
And said, can I share a bit of dry space
You seem to be lost weeping alone
And I need some warmth as I’m chilled to the bone
So I welcomed him there and let him draw near
Till the drops ceased their flow and it became clear
Then I smoothed down his hair with her old wooden comb
And whispered to him gently – let’s go home
11.8.18
Categories:
rubied, heartbroken, hope, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Delicious cherries sweet and wet
it makes me want to eat the whole
roll them on your tongue and get
the most of all that they can dole
C cherries
H hanging
E eager
R red
R rubied
I icons
E edible and
S sweet....
Delicious cherries sweet and wet
roll them on your tongue and get...
July 29, 2018
Categories:
rubied, food,
Form: Acrostic
It’s still the smile
From decades earlier
The one that lit coral pearls
That convinced the imperfective wrinkle lines below nostrils to stun
Rubied lips doused in cherry ChapStik
Framed by bronzed coils that never knew taming
She stares up
Into me
As chemicals surge from neurotransmissions
Cherub palms grasp at my cheeks
Drawing me into succubi’s slavery
Oxygen diminishes
Seven hundred and forty six degrees of molten desire
Passed back and forth between probing tongues
Slipping out of self and tripping into us
Years haze much of the rest
The decades dim
But it’s still the smile on those darkest days I cling
Categories:
rubied, girl, kiss, nostalgia, smile,
Form: Blank verse
love,
gently rustles silver leaves
gliding through open windows
a golden summers evening
love,
like a cardinal's rubied wing
warming the brutish bluish soul
of winter's icy cheek
love,
like a spray of ocean blossoms
bursting from a magicians sleeve
into caverns of lonely hearts
rooting oh so very deeply
love,
like a siren sweetly offering
a sextant for the wayward bow,
just before it strikes the reef
and leaves in a flaming howl
love.
Categories:
rubied, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Creeks in your heart flower the moss that stagnates
blood is red rubied and frozen dead
it is protoplasmic is my guess
rooted deep check with floss
slights and rejects have numbed you sad
emotional rocks and hearty shocks
have slithered in snakey and they are sinking glad
poison is sinewed and wide spread
if there is anything sourer than sour
then it is you my lad!
any sharp look pierces in like broken glass
onlooker is enemy that you wished were dead
down eyed not syndromed so you live
breaths do come and go-life does not
violence builds in grey not escaping
though you wish with impotent futility
to give them all back
dear boy! hold on to all you got
here is another SACK!
over the brink and good gaud (with him yeah) solid dead!
Categories:
rubied, life
Form: Free verse