Short Coppery Poems

Eugene Delacroix vigorous in style
straight to the point,without guile
He loved lush reds& coppery green
set-piece commission were  surely his scene...

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Chance Rooster had greatest cockscomb around.
The deepest, coppery color, shiny and sound.
He strutted his stuff.
Put on lots of guff.
Turning off most hens for miles around....

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Our marriage is laden. 
Like dishes stuck in the sink for days. 
Putrid. 
Glazed with coppery laughter and leathery fights. 
T I R E D,
I then made home 
from the metaphors 
of my head. 
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from the book Scentsibility, an Amazon Best seller
published 2020 ©JinQue RD...

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Orangey

burnt almond hues

color

the horizon

as Sol's chariot

arches by

like a

glowing sphere

tinting

crystalline

snow and ice 

to a coppery

terracotta ocher

as

it rises and sets.


(Yalto)


03/17/2020
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On gossamer lips
Wisped coppery tendrils
Showering sparks
Riding evening breezes
That radiate off my
Eyelashes in papery
Wet slivers
Sticking only when
Your song of ill-boding
Is breathed over me
Its primitive amity
Contused and crusted
On baneful syllables
In sweet consummation
Where at last I see the
Crumbling bouquet
That’s falls
Onto your pages...

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The Heart
The moon calls to a blue heart
The trees bow to the ground and
Shadows dance in the night
A lonely heart cries for company
 
The sun rises, and the heart dances
in coppery fields
The daisies smell of love,
and the grass is sweet to running feet

The sky dims, and all can hear the night sounds
The Heart yearns for a hand to hold,
Another heart to love...

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Cloaking a Burnished Coppery Sky
the darkness fully ebony black
hides the blaze of silvery stars.
Not a single twinkle could be seen.

Then like a true goddess of light
she rode out of the darkest black
and her silvery beams conquered
sending packing that bleak dark.

Now released streaks of copper
heighted and high lit her beams. 
Triumphant riding the starry night
the Moon shone out in Full Glory....

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you gave me a penny all coppery bright
I spent it for apples,and ate them that night
  you gave me a puppy ,with long floppy ears
I lost it out hunting for christmas last year
  you gave me a cottage with windows and doors
I sold it for baubles an empress once wore
  you gave me a daughter,with long golden hair
she ran off to London,to visit the fair
   you gave me your heart and your soul and your life
I gave you a letter to give to your wife....

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Scars
~~~~~
One for each slap administered by the guardian 
Of my twisted childhoods end 
Another for needing compassion, love and warmth
A deeper one for my open arms and desire to embrace
It's hard to tell, is it a blessing or a curse
That no one cares or can truly see how badly I'm hurt
The scars are all inside; it’s a battle without end 
A coppery taste of the latest is still fresh in my mouth, 
I wonder if the wounds are all that’s left of me....

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laugh with me as i play in my blood
look at it shine, see it gleam
dropping slowly from my veins
dark, red it turns as it flows
splatter on the ground,
bright against my skin
soaking into my cloathes
see it mold to my finger tips
taste it's coppery sugar flavor
smell the metallic air
is it sweet? does it care?
cold in my vains it runs
pulsing, dying, drying
staining all it touches
do my eyes glitter now?
can you see my happiness,
now that i'm so alive...

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I had no idea it was love I was falling in,
But through the freefall I saw his eyes,
And from the eye of the hurricane we stood within,
He saw through my every disguise.

He bent my will and lit up my sky;
His thunder silenced my fear.
Coppery clouds have me wondering why
His violent storm makes my eyes see so clear.

Broke me and fixed me, he promised to carry
My burdens tattooed on his veins;
He was the thunderstorm in the valley
And I was the girl who smelled like rain....

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I took a long look at him:
Body of user of Gym
Wants muscles, not to seen trim;
His Agnes might remain The Slim!

There a Tim trains, so does Kim;
Then, why can't he Mister Jim?
Yeah! About time Jim went to Gym
Or Gym does reverse for Jim.

While training follows his whim:
No Rock Music: sings God's Hymn,
Glass of juice filled to the brim,
Eyeglass with Coppery rim...

But Jim for Gold not Copper
His choice of bike A Chopper...

"Tomorrow, another Gym
Remember that Jim."...

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