"rubied" poems
Saddle up
Gurl!
It's time
to hit the trail,
as quietly & gently
I spank the pony-
tail,
&
know,
it's how
I love you, baby..
You'll see me riding like the wind,
spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win.
We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin!
Our
Poke(h)er
hands
stayed empty
&
the music's...
long since died.
Your sweet songs done,
gone & left me
(sobs)
tumbleweed rolls by
Once
we prospected forever
in this inky ol' ghost town
marking spots with X's before
a WANTED sign was found
and
One Moonshine
still
ain't big en'f 'f both of us
to get our quills thirst drowned
(hic-
cup)
"Look West,
and to the horizon,
see the stage at the edge of town?"
My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around
Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills
I'll slap my thigh
&
Yee-haw !
riding for them there hills
~Saddled up in the softest leather
Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out!
Corseted
& brimming,
encased in
perfume scented lace
~Bat my eyelids for the masses~
I'll find another place.
And
then you can
cut a swell down Main Street,
(remember the brothels to your right)
keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight
cos just outside that swing (ing) door,
the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight,
stood grimacing in his top hat,
grasping 13 nails
tight.
&
I'm sure
you'll measure up
darling
blowing rubied kisses
as
I bid
mine own
true-love's heart
goodnight.
***HiHO Silver,
away..........!***
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Honeyed icing-sugar
sun melts the snow caps
on the mountains
hair and grates the tough
green, soft
In Caramel pastures,
In sunken hills,
Under the seaweed,
Cowslips grow,
With rubied spotted
Ladies crawling up blades,
And the bumbles rumbled
buzz, a continuous growl,
Sways the floating gold.
The dark spider darts
Spearing crumpled
Flies in its silken steel
Thread. Thread which sparkles
amid the Bronze knives
which spear it too.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
They fall . . . gold ,
bronze . . . copper . . . and brass
Jeweled like glass
'n emerald . . . ambered . . . and rubied
The days of my life
fall autumned . . .
sudden . . . and fast
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
*plots of land that dance in spasms
slam dancing
bed frames with slots of wood
parallel lines on the oud
should i bother
with all this fruit
i choose to rot a while
in style of course
so much nonsense
this is truly ***********
a store bought chemical wedding
a slow decline into nothing
ship me your wisdom
and i’ll fly you to the moon
we’re departing sooner than you thought
you dream until noon
selves are made from solitude
i command you to commune with your soul
solid is a word
worlds are frozen in dreams
after the apocalypse
there is ice cream for supper
among the rubber and the forest
there is a carpet of grasses and herbs
left to dry in the dehydrator
upon the lowest setting i am making
the bed and taking my shirt off
stores demand consumption
yet in purchasing you are corrupted
assumptions of negligence
thread our hearts with your effulgence
i sense you are suffering
forever there is a differential
a disintegration of the essential
once upon a time i spoke in rhythm
made sense and could suspend judgement
now there are no more words
only thoughts
when the thoughts end nothing will be left
i’ll be suspended
like a balloon or a parachute
like a woman who seeks to become president
can you show me evidence that we are not asleep
the blossoming rose
has stolen my clothes and returned our damages
shelves of shadows on hungry tiptoes
i seek necessity in your eyebrows
streaks of lightning shape your features
i see incandescence throughout your water
you are a natural teacher
seeking meaning for the most high
blessings upon the eternal
in splendor the triumphant allegory
crowns thy falsehood victorious over demons
we dwell in the arbors of willows
as complacent shadows fall upon
the rubied lips of all of our relationships*
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Beneath the Amber sun,
above the reflection of the waters,
his armies did assemble,
ready to smash, bash, and gnash,
the hope of the Fea'inor
dwindled.
Numbered so few, that any host of evil
could easily leave them ruined,
Rua'grain, absorbed the fears,
and disolved the confidence,
until, Mædhras, delivered words inspiring
to all.
'Be brave my fellow warriors,
that this day Evil may take not one
step more, and We the free,
may tell the tales of this day.
Fight not for the chance that you
may live, but that your children,
your wives, you families may have
just one beloved day more!
Waste not that which is sacred,
be not careless with your lives,
but fight for that one extra day.
It is worth it.'
Resounding horns, echoing on the waters,
the flash of steel, magnified by the reflection,
the hearts of Men, united with Old Allies,
once more bore a flame, akin to none
beheld before.
The force of Good with swiftness moved,
the host of Rua'grain,
creatures from every shadow,
crevasse, and lair,
assembled to have at the free and fair.
10,000 creatures, all with sullied eyes
stampeded in a wild craze.
With courage, the Fea'inor defended,
pushing back against the rage,
fighting to the last,
and making this en-darkened host pay.
Mædhras, stands, resolute upon the eastern shore,
his foes strewn all about him,
smote upon the bloodied shore.
His courage unyielding,
strength unending,
the host of evil festering around him.
To his call his men did rally,
showing all valor and courage,
defending, and assaulting,
inflicting devastation upon they
who sought to destroy fea'inor' homes.
In one final push,
one last show of strength,
Mædhras lead his men
along the endless shore,
and forced his sword,
gleaming and rubied,
into Rua'grains soulless chest,
The Host of Evil, corruption
and all villainy departed,
fleeing for the hills,
and making a victorious sound,
Fea'inor went in humbled pursuit.
Yet, along the endless shore,
after all Good and Evil had left
these two figureheads engaged
in the greatest combat,
Locked for all eternity,
to create the birth of Day,
and death of Night.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
~ *I'll beckon you skyward,
floating you upon the softest whispers from my lips.
Those full rubied murmurs you'd reach to steal
& cast all of your unworldly dreams in,
prussian blue kisses of sapidity.*
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
hangover strawberries
on new year's morning
from the hand of a boy
whose name
I don't recall
but who
held my hair
with recognition.
the sugars
rubied
on the toilet seat
I've never had to do anything I didn't want to.
I've never had to do anything.
hesitant tenderness
when strangers kiss goodbye
testing the flutter when name passes through threshold lips
this was all
years ago.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
You are a dream to me
My skin at times I feel so weak
Like any rubied barb from natures many wildly growing plants
Could cut me deep
Then I bleed
My heart
Still trapped inside my chest
My heartbeat loses its rhythm
Like every wasted palpitation could never make you dance
A heart attack
Then I die
My love
My love saves me now from darkness
Like any destructive demon has angels fighting against
These unseen hands
Guide me home
To you
To you the skin I give
What you've become to me alone
Like a reason to feel pleasure in a world completely numb
Sweet joyous dream
Hopeful home
My peace
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
So tell me a story, love, sing it to me once....
It’s already written, at least the opening lines
Tell me how a prince becomes a king
with only a word from his true queen
How a nymph becomes a goddess,
her children, their children, little gods
gathered at her feet like tiny wild saints
beseeching their Madonna for a smile
Tell me how he waited, ages out of time,
longing for that kiss of raven and snow,
and rubied lips just barely parted
How golden eyes set loose his charm
from uncounted days of longing lust
Tell me how they invented passion
on sands of coral pink, and unsated, taught it
to the mermaids in foamy waters nearby
How their hearts beat solidly together,
and their bodies left the earth as mists
in their unguarded moments, hard won
So tell me that story, darling, cry on me
when you hurt, and bite my lips hard
when you kiss me, I won’t flinch from pain
I know the story far too well to judge
Have known it deep within, never saying,
but never forgetting, phrase or verse
of its cloudy image, adrift in time, alone,
the looking glass of every hope of mine
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
TLACAELEL
Great, gold-eyed Eagle, greet our messenger,
We offer his most precious fluid, Lord.
Bright Hummingbird, accept Thy rubied fruit.
In tawny plumes, Thou chaperonest the day.
[To worshipers] We are collaborators with the gods,
Performing our transcendent duty here.
For by this action lie the only means
To eternalize the circuits of the sun:
An aloe balm to all the sufferings
Of his interminable pilgrimage.
WORSHIPERS Blue Prince, may Thou incline Thy heart, that by Thy grace for yet a while may we see in dreams.
TLACAELEL
For we are God’s own chosen tribe, elect,
As kernels gleaned and winnowed from the chaff,
To side in cosmic struggle with the sun,
To side with goodness, vowed to ascertain
Its triumph over evil’s looming storm,
And to bestow to all humanity
The heavenwide profits of the victory
Of the resilient forces of the light
Over the gathering powers of the night.
Let us pray. Exit.
WORSHIPERS Huitzilopochtli, perform Thy office. Do Thy work. May I not reject Thee. May I not falter before Thee. May Thy heart desire whatsoever Thou mayest desire. This is all.
Trumpets, drum. All exit.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC