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Absence of Color by Walter Skyy, April
The Favorite Color of The Photographer by Pratt, Mia A.S.
A Tribute To The Color Aquamarine by Pratt, Mia A.S.
Firecracker Plant-The Sound Of Color by Inman, James
The Color In Her Eyes Speak by Lindley, Robert
Where's Your Color by Comet, Hailey
Power is Color Blue by Fraser, James
Color me purple by hunjeri, njeri
Virgin Red Lips Waltzing with Color Red by Roper, Eve

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One Green Leaf


One leaf fell from a tall, tall tree
and subtly kissed gnarled roots beneath;
a lover’s kiss below sunned-sheath 
of greenest leaves, a jubilee.  

One spiraling leaf brought playful mirth
to sullen earth of trodden dirt.
A flight of hopeful shades of spring,
for hard, hard ground, an offering

One leaf dressed in a sparkling jade
glided with grace to green grass blades    
and rested near a bubbling brook,
then waited for warm breeze that shook
its flirty skirt on green, green glade.   

An arc of bright green canopy
warmed my heart in bluest mood, 
and one leaf blew a kiss from you.
It twirled and pranced and floated by,
then with a touch it came to lie 
green in my hand, a dear surprise. 

Like emerald hills of Irish tales, 
I marveled at how one leaf sailed
green In my hand that blue, blue day,
a kiss from you on Patty’s Day -
The gray clouds parted shining green, 
a beauty like I’d never seen.


for Francine's Show Me the Green Contest, 3/18/15 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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Eyes of Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope eyes

A world of change
Round and round 
Unfolding-
My heart of envy and gold,
The birth of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in a warm place 
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drip 
All colors drift
The day we met
Visions of dark slate-gray
Fading away
Lighting the new age gem
Turning and creating different stars
Magic mint skies
White antique petals follow the wind
Opal dreams, clouds embedded with impurity
My heartbeat produces flashing colors 
The palest amethyst bluebonnet forever fields
Flawless tear drop streams
Diamond shaped love
Ruby red promises to keep 
Falling into the deep
Every color spins new
The day I fell in love with you
Peridot lime green shade 
A love as old and gray
Olive brownish sun
Honeydew skin
Our future clear as aquamarine 
Every day you turn fresh new seasons in me
Changing the sequence in my colors and event
Kaleidoscope Eyes
Reflected by the mirrors of you
Crystallizing everything

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Copyright © Poet Destroyer A


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I Can't Breathe

In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my heartbeat.
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air, 
Overwhelmed by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds too long, "I can't breathe."
My judgement is gone, stressing all night long
I use to fear dark colors, now I fear spinning bright lights
Red, White, and Blue,  I spew the NY Police crew
What's wrong with your blue eyes?
You see him, you want to mess with him
What a day to trade  --  a life for illegal cigarettes
Persecution and judgment day, a sweet life taken away
"I can't breathe", executed in broad daylight!

Bullies left and right
What happened to minding our business?
Moneymaking, refusing to be singled out 
A hurting voice tackled by racism 
Free to see, pouring his heavy heart,
Oinker's demand the ground, leaving out his testament
8 times too many, "I can't breathe!"
Where did his vitals go? 
Can someone please pound the pavement!

Stress, anger, madness, the voices of the innocent
"I can't breathe." the volume of Valium
"Officer, did you not hear the man?"
Are you deaf, have you forgotten how to save a life?
Is it just the NYPD or is it every other badge,
Insinuating crime's a one-color show.
We are all criminals, why the excessive heat?
Shot, tasered, beat down, pepper sprayed,  now on the ground
The choke hold of all choke holds, murdered and out numbered 
The echoes remain "I can't breathe!"

- The truth!
Eric Garner robbed of his own natural path and youth
One man down eyed suspiciously 
Perplexed minds suffocating him instantly
The mistrusted, the fear, the hate,  
So tangible, uniforms using deadly force
One asthmatic in a choke hold
Slamming his head on the flooring
Open wounds, worldwide tears

My heart goes to the family and friends left behind
A courageous last breath, for the first and last time
"I can't breathe," now deceased.
You left this world unwilling, waking up a strong community
Strolling in a  better world, where racism don't exist
"I can't breathe,"  Eric Garner Rest in peace!

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A


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Rainbow In My World Today

There is a rainbow in my world today,
With every word your write my way.
Colors of emotions flow in harmony,
as they spread across the sky in unity.
Wrap me in your red, orange and blue,
fill me with the violet passion of you.
You make the sky shine after that rain,
softly your soul pushes away the pain.
In every luxurious line that you say,
you are the rainbow in my world today.

11-19-2014

Copyright © Casarah Nance


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Sea Bride

Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets, 
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.

Faye Lanham Gibson

April 16, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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COLORS for MOTHER

     COLORS for MOTHER,

Looking towards the blue sky
Every color camouflaged around the cloud
Tears of sadness began to dry
Watching all the colors display out loud

The dark needing to fade
The grey in my life finally made sense
Colors overlapping, forming a beautiful cascade
Shoulders of tense

I imagined your smile against the yellow sun
Giving light to all the matter of the things I've done
A warmness in my red heart-- together in the long run
Creating a new purple and pink sensation-- as one

My new rainbow doesn't come in black and white
Giving reason to follow the joy of light 
A gift of colors remind me everything will be all right
A guide blazing throughout the night

Lavender plant blooming for the world to see
A garden of every color just for me
Everyday I see the sunrise, rising up in colors of glee
My Rainbow will appear everyday without rain, no matter how deep the sea

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the perfect skin tan
My sweet angel your the largest spectrum where ever rainbows span

:-)

by;PD 
I wrote this poem for my mom.
Rhyme

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A


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Autumn Colours

i am surrounded by a blaze of  flaming colors in God's garden.
autumn happily creating with her palette in hand the September scape.

a thousand shades of reds, yellows, browns, earth tones spread,
blended perfectly by the artist's loving hand, a sensual delight.
a masterpiece, sketched against a bark colored scrim of nature's flesh.

with my eyes opened wide and my body clothed in autumns light 
quenched but still wanting, unwillingly i stagger away, drunk from exposure.







Maurice Yvonne
September 2 2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne


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Autumn's Gown

I sketched with pen the outlines of clustered naked trees
With brush in hand I painted with care and utmost ease.

Outpouring of emotions on canvas splashed in hues
With freedom of expression I shed away my blues
A captivating picture – the flair of ardent muse.

The yellow, red and orange mixed well with mauve and brown
With eager strokes I finished and called it Autumn’s Gown. 


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10th September, 2014
Contest: One Autumn Day (7 lines)
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed: 7th

Copyright © Paul Callus


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Wings Of Deep Beauty

One floating away into the stars 
magically opening up windows 
a fairy princess flies royal
in a realm crowning regal kingdom 

Dazzling beautiful moonbeam's 
sparkling dew petal soft starlight 
touching moments gleam diamond 
caressing thoughts sweetest heart tenderly
 
Magic weaving ribbons spell
in desire softness shining warm light 
stroking warm dusting angel feathers 
enchanting lips under spell 
falling kissing beauty
 
Sweetly waves dance 
sure as the moon reflection rises 
a fairy tale dream begins gleaming
She stands there motionless form 
sparkling jewels spell bound blinding grace 

Sweetly filled by waves emotions pop from his kiss 
Pink champagne bubbles bursting flavors and roars in her blood 
Sensitive skin like a stormy sea crawling warmly underneath 
silver glittering dazzling in moon light reflections 

A golden rain with white water lilies 
Romeo and Juliet at the Opera - to be or not to be 
all waves crash and land on shores 
A beautiful love story under the moonlight 

Paddling lonely on his lily leaf 
he tasted lips the frog 
But this is something bigger ... 
touches heart and soul walking hand in hand 
paradise a droplet of dew falls spiritually 

Spiraling rippling fingers of energy 
a really beautiful adventure begins 
four chambers magically open up 
Touching warm caressing emotions softly 
inside an unknown world redeemed in light 


Time has shown me this simple truth 
That the light that shines from high above 
makes the whole world bright 
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows 
Waiting to blossom at the bright coming morn 

So true even in the darkest pits walking towards destiny 
eternally shining forever in the house of beauty 
Always warm miracle embracing 
rays flutter warmly angel feathers 
wings touching inside feathers of soft satin silk 
Dewdrops rainbow bouquet color sun shining gold 
brightly glimmering with hope 



a co write by Anne Lise and Liam Mc Daid

Copyright © liam mcdaid


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- Every Breath You Take -

To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise 

Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten

We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze

I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure

Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire 







Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  18.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © liam mcdaid


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Summer Haiku

pink shells on brown hand
     as blue water lap white sands
           keen contrast of colors









15 April 2015
Picture Perfect Haiku #2
Sponsor: SKAT A



Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez


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Mellifluous Autumn

Apples ripen pink, hotly blushing,
though the ardent yellow sun grows faint;
blackbirds sucking soft honeyed sweetness.
like babies at breast, show no restraint.

Mellow ripeness splays rich-toned color;
the trees raise scarlet armed applause.
Red-brown and gray, small creatures hurry
stowing provisions for winter's pause.

September 1, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson


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Violet, My Adored

Violet, a lovely lady, kin to Purple, can be a contradiction. Between her fellows Red and Blue (yet more inclined to Blue), she lies with a calm passion! Unique and unconventional is she! A symbol of humility, through the ages she has listened to confessions as she draped the shoulders of Roman Catholic priests. Yet often in society, she’s been seen as extravagant and vain! Just for having embellished the rooms and the attire of monarchs, emperors, and princes, and just because Violet is flattering to the yellow found in gold, should she then be punished for her wealth of beauty? Should her shades with other lovely names such as Lilac, Lavender, Amethyst, and Mauve be seen in any other way as simply gorgeous? Perhaps for her ambiguity as she shifts to deeper reddish hues then back to cool blue, she is perceived in western culture as uncertain and ambivalent, for she is not popular with the masses. Van Gogh, however, understood her, painting her as irises and showing her in swirls of stars! And in the oriental world, where she is extolled, she radiates the sublime harmony of the universe, as the melding of the yin and yang of red and blue. Violet, who sometimes spreads herself splendidly across the twilight skies and peeks out from rainbows, is a beauty so rarely seen in nature that the birds, stones and plants that she enchants are not even too numerous to name. Have you seen her purple pearl or coral in the sea? Have you heard the song of African violet-backed starlings? But oh! Violet loves flowers. . . Besides her small sweet namesake, She colors crocuses, petunias, asters, geraniums and pansies. Not many other things in nature does Violet cling to, yet she adores the grape and plum, and with a certain whimsy, she’s charmed purple cabbage, the turnip, eggplant, and beets! Rare lady in nature, Violet, my adored, why is it that you are not more loved? As I cross a field of lavender and breathe you in, the answer to my question eludes me.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich


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Mirror Ball

I'm sure this hill is where it stood.
Amazing shapes of stuccoed wood.
A glass-brick, neon stream-lined place.
As if it flew from outer space,

A swing band auditorium,
An Art Deco emporium,
When romance, innocent in pace,
From dancing to a teasing chase.

The town grew west in modern haste
And down it came, without a trace.
The war and culture's change in taste,
Predestined doom, the past erased.

The future sighs, with solemn face
The wrecking ball, the glittered waste
No plaque to read "Historic Sight".
The swirling dust, a dance goodnight.


Gene Bourne
08-01-14
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Copyright © Gene Bourne


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Rhapsody in Red

When morning breaks in shades of wine...
  with claret skies to blush the dawn...
     I will stretch and yawn, and thank the night
           for this polished, dappled day
 
I will wait until the sun is high, and dew upon the rose is dry
I'll have my cup, .. with toast and jam...
then, make escape, ..........for the quest begins,
                                                              to seek my small reward

It happens slowly...
          gathering reason from an untamed mind
            up into the meadow where the brambles climb
              twisted and tangled, through the burgandy vines
               deftly my fingers, while probing the maze
                will reach for wild berries.....warm from the day
thumping their goodness, one after one
into the bucket, dented and worn
A search through thorns, a prick on my thumb
      till my back is ripe, and wet in the sun
           
Finger painting my faded old jeans
  Knowing my cheeks are flushing in pink
    Sucking sweet juice from two crimson thumbs
         Who cares a lick, of the thorns or a bee?

I am a bee, buzzing serenity...
     plucking small bits of reason and sanity
           taking home goodness in a battered tin pail
              feeling alive, on this wild-flowered hill
             

Tonight's sweet delight, is warm berry cobbler, 
  oozing with goodness of juicy red gems
    staining my tongue, and turning lips scarlet
      dripping like blood drops onto my chin
          
Yet never as splendid, or tasting as fine, 
    as warmed by my smile, straight from the vine

       Picking red berries, and freeing my mind
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           under clouds tinged vermilion
               and a red crimson sun
                  




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For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Colours"
 5/4/13

Copyright © Carrie Richards


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Life Is Like A Maypole

Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,    
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May.
Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber. 
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer!
Rainbow pleats dance, no clouds encumber 
my twirling limbs, life's weaved sashay. 
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May!

Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May.
Life's colors flow from gold to umber.  
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer! 
And shall I join wind’s lively number
or watch bright ribbons twist and play?
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May!


written 2/5/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders


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love you can paint all colors of the sky azure

faraway as it opens your eyes chocolate melts now
wide with awe of a diamond wonder shining gleams
only if your were here embracing life magic majestic

love to spoil and cook for you something so delicious
putting your feet up softly watching a real-heart movie 
sounds real my dream bride so beautiful and so real

as I looked into a candle as it flickers alone quietly
one light thinking dancing in thoughts all-together
night shades color the luster of a silver star winking

a small shadow pervades ever so blotting starlight
slightly as I hear you calling me as shades whisper
in our crowded corner thoughts of passionate love
 
distant faraway wonders breathless whispers calling
me toward simple things catching my breathing sighs
just throwing a few more turf on the fire right now

starting to heat up my frozen breaths icy steaming 
clouds misting as the sky clouds my breath true blue
sweet dreams princess sits regal crowning charming

with the angels filled within love flying without wings 
catch you in my dreams tonight until the sun kisses
your face and eyelids golden warm beautiful bright 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (May 14, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)

Copyright © liam mcdaid


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White Crane And Beauty's Flight

White Crane And Beauty's Flight 

White crane flying high overhead
swooping down to its feeding bed
Brilliant flash of gliding white
awesome in high circling flight

Shimmering water receives a guest
one bound with a hungering quest
Majestic beauty stops for a feast
as sun beams down from the east

Grace and calm marks its hot task
seeking prey beneath waters mask
Patience may just bring a reward
yet every hunt is so very hard

This scene, bird awaiting its meal
almost magic as its often surreal
Waters give up that precious dish
As white crane gobbles up its fish

To the blue skies it quickly goes
flashing its gleaming white shows
White wings beating slow and wide
destined to return next low tide

White crane leaving high overhead
quite content as its so well fed
Magnificent sight in the blue sky
fish flopping in the lake nearby

Robert J. Lindley

note :  A dear friend asked me to write a poem about a beautiful bird.
And paint it in Nature as it would be most days.
I've always marvelled at the white cranes and their great white wings as
they fly by , so out came this write. Hope you may enjoy..

Copyright © Robert Lindley


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Yellow

Yellow spreads her flowered self all along my lane, asking only for some warmth and a little rain. She might pose as Daffodil or enjoy the fame of the seeded beauty which bears our sun’s own name. Yellow makes the perfect gift - roses for the friend whom you know is sure to be faithful till the end. Yellow has a smooth gold hue stirred into our tea as the nectar made for us by the honey bee. But she isn’t always sweet. Yellow is a tart when she shows herself to us with a lemon’s heart. But she tastes so wonderful even when not sweet, buttering the popcorn that most folks love to eat. Nature uses her to paint over leaves of fall. Used by man, she covers curbs or a bedroom wall! Yellow whizzes through the streets like the cabs downtown - yet acts like a traffic light when we should slow down! In the jungle Yellow moves lithely on the back of a tiger, blending in with its stripes of black. We can smell, taste and see her in so many things. I can even hear her when my canary sings. Yellow, keep on shining in wings of butterflies, and keep looking down on us from your sunny skies. Written Feb. 7, 2014 In 7/5 Trochee Quatrain form for the Here comes the sun ...Contest of Francine Roberts

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich


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Winter Colors


Winter Brown Barren branches waiting So proud of their naked silhouettes Winter Gray The clouds sit on your head Heavy with tomorrow's promises Winter White A virgin velvet gown Worn with the confidence of ages Winter Blue Crystal morning dew drops Transforming the harsh to heavenly
Barbara Gorelick 10/28/14 Some Form Of Crystalline contest

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick


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Goodmorning Kiss

A little something darling treasure
faraway vision of one soul goodnight  budding dream
sweet talking buttercups dance deeply to one song 

Rose kissing petal lips whisper tenderly music 
I pray silently your sleeping gracefully with magic
surrounded by angels full of love
 
Warmly embraced with gentle wings bouncing echoes 
 inside each touch of a feather melting gold liquid cream
honey coated tender whispers fluttering on a soft breeze

Floating colors of sunshine misted jewels blushing rubies 
under a rainbow arriving bouquets awakening happiness
beams sparkling gifted inside the softest tenderness

Smiling morn sparkling rays in your heart  
glowing always with joy and happiness for keeps 
wishing for you true forever, most beautiful daydreams a promise



unrhymed tercet

Copyright © liam mcdaid


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Lavender Sunset, Visual 6


Sunset
casts lavender 
hues across lustrous sea,
then brushes clouds as bustling day
falls still.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders


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Rainbow Skies

What would skies be without the mist,
Clouds colored by the dawn, sun kissed?

Such splendor rising pink and blue,
Lavender, silver, gold spun too.

Their shapes float softly through the sky
Cast in hues of Apollo's eye.

Gold, contrasts birds in silhouette
While dawn shines through their misty wet

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong


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For Suzanne, Green and Golden

“The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.”
----- “Portrait of a Lady;” T. S. Eliot

A golden afternoon,
Late October, and my thoughts
Are all of you, Suzanne…
Vestiges of your being
Appear on visages of 
A hundred different people;
But none are you, not one 
As green,  as golden.

Hard it is to know no miracle
Will mend, no giddy hope assuage,
The scourge that slowly puts an end
To our valiant green and golden girl.
Memory takes us to days of indolence,
Of innocence, of children lying on a levee,
Deep in lush, green, summer clover --
In sunlight almost as golden
As your hair -- beside a flowing river
Bearing away our golden hours
And the painless green  of youth.
 
Now, in your green room, reclined
In shadow, our golden girl reposes.
Your courage lights the coming night
That does not dim the gold and green
You always shared, and still you share.


Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore


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Stargazer

Amidst greenery Such beauty abounds in bloom Reaching to the sky This Oriental Lily Shows gorgeous colouration . The Stargazer lily was created in 1974 by Leslie Woodriff, a lily breeder in California. Woodriff called the new cross 'Stargazer', because the blooms faced towards the sky.

Copyright © James Fraser