By Poet "Our memories fill yesterday. Today our dreams will fill tomorrow."
Will my dream be here tomorrow?
A cool breeze does softy blow,
over me as if I will know.
Into deeper sleep I must go,
what will my dream now show?
I am still from head to toe,
feeling like I am aglow.
Another world I will go.
Within a dream what will I see?
A huge yellow bumble bee,
she was eating crackers and brie.
From this dream I want to flee,
please oh - please set me free.
My bed is now wet - I did pee,
let me out I will plea.
Now awake one, two, three.
My dream within a dream,
was it just too extreme?
It made me pee then scream,
what a very wild dream theme.
The bee rode a leaf downstream,
what a weird bee daydream.
Through the trees I saw a sunbeam,
the bright light looks like ice cream.
Now waking up with self esteem.
This dying oak leaf
Between my fingers was
The only gold I ever owned
Not that I can say
It was really mine
Just something
To keep for awhile
While September was
Here with me
That leaf played with me
Running rings around
My wrinkling fingers
For minutes …
That felt like hours
Then, with palms open
I let gold go …
Back to where it belonged
Which was not with me …
I asked to yellow flower
Do you have father or mother?
Flower says dervish father
Mother and father are ground
I asked to yellow flower
Do you have child or brother?
Flower says dervish father
Child and brother are fruit
I asked to yellow flower
Which sect do you fall under?
Flower says dervish father
In Ummah of Muhammad we gather
I asked to yellow flower
Is rose your relative?
Flower says dervish father
Rose is Muhammad's lather
I asked to yellow flower
Why is yellow your colour?
Flower says dervish father
Cause we are close to mortal
I asked to yellow flower
Where do you take this color?
Flower says dervish father
From moon and sun's lighter
I asked to yellow flower
Do we know each other?
Flower says dervish father
Aren't you Jonah the lover
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
brightest bulb in sky
colors trees with chill and hue ~
sparks of cold winter
(September Full Moon – Assiniboine)
Sunrise painting sky palest shade of blue.
Break of dawn as usual with pale yellow hue.
Tint in the clouds of pale purple so true.
A gradient of gentle pale colours risen anew.
A lone
yellow swallowtail
loops in and away
to be seen no more~
the memory lingers
as a brief mention
of the flitting beauty
of everything
not seen~~
Your are dressed up in cool nights and days,
Showing pretty colors always.
The wind rose early with the busying dawn,
And, rushing into the long avenue of beech -
Laid down years ago to accommodate labouring feet,
Began to scatter over neatly cut verge and lawns
With its own inimitable unruly gust, blow and fuss...
Within a cascading maelstrom of vivid bright yellowness.
Against strong trunks, held firm by steadfast roots,
Groans from creaking boughs as they upwardly heaved
Upon frantically thrashing branches showering
rusted, golden leaves;
Carpeting the rough stones below my trampling boots.
A mad kaleidoscope of leaping, swirling, skipping
colour
Where, as a child, I had once rediscovered...
Two green sandstone gate pillars sat well back
That ushered me under this arched, canopied track.
a trillion petals magnetise my tender Heart
racing past farm workers in morning dew
Sun embellishes yellow song
crazed by mesmerising muse
saffron they slap an early chill gold
seeds swallow empty hopes sold
sunflower
canary
happy face from the late sixties
see the pattern?
Beatles submarine
duck
slicker (raincoat)
now do you get it?
sun
daffodil
dandelion
endorsements for yellow
promoting spring
uplifting my spirits
Who needs to be a rider
racing 'round a track
way back in the crowd
I'm going to lead the pack
who needs to be a loser
spinning on their wheels
or yield pole position
I'm going to lead the field
and wear the yellow jersey
the one who wins your heart
no longer in a supporting role
I'll have the starring part
and if you'll be my leading lady
and I'm your leading man
I'll always be upfront
always in the van
birth me a sunrise
yellow rays that bring new hope~
banish grief and gloom
One summer day Speedy Gonzales
met a very sweet girl named Alice
she liked his big yellow sombrero
it complemented her little bolero
iconic sunrise
I wear no disguise,
really.
as do butterflies,
earth, I colorize
freely.
golden moon full-size
lulls school bus allies
briefly.
Contest: Cartoon Character Clerihew
Judged: 8/17/2025 6:29:00 AM
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placement: First
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Walt Disney's Mickey Mouse
Still struts through each media house,
With hose stretched tighter than his grin,
And yellow shoes too big for his thin shin.
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