Best Bluing Poems

Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down 
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips of twigs sun rays glow.

Driving slowly, traffic is moving, blinkers...

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Few are charmed with albatross wings
to glide high above the toothy surf
to soothe the cliffs that yearn to sing 
in granite tones of golden destiny. 

Some are born with burning stumps,
prone to dream... never to shadow suns.
They cling to icy crags and siren tones,
stumbling on...

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Nocturnal dreams of midnight fantasies 
neon flowers alongside scented lily pads 
Rippling clouds, crossings on the moon 
magnetic fields of bluing yes I see 

Angels flying, flitting, round the globe 
calling over stars to light the path
Magistrates of heaven glorious chants 
soft and mellow pastel...

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With every breath you take for as long as you live
for as long as you exist and have your being,   
I will be by your side to guide and protect you    
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IV
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for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that.  I called them Shovel,
Hoe, and BicaBacaBoca, all of indeterminate gender,
like Arial in "A Midsummer Night's Dream," beautiful
like that, and mysterious.  Like...

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Filtering clouds
     of morning sleep
Misting,
     parting,
          hidden haze,
Wind from my passing walk
Blows bluing notes in the sky....

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the fountain pen no liquid bluing
a blank piece of paper staring
poetry with no telling
the mind has all gone dry
important to write
poems I need
to create
to set 
free.


©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012...

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As she lays down her blue brush
in a blue-trimmed cream 
dream stone basin 
of darkening water rush

She realizes
inside voice has been thinking
about double negative paradox
as -x/-y
can't win pathology knots

Of way too much Patriarchal Capitalist
dogmatic Business As Usual,
monochromatic
monopolistic
monocultural
monotheistic

Describing just punishments
for being not enough 
and prescribing her...

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I stand on the deck
Silver shadow that I see
The beauty that paints
A magic, drawn down secrets
In the calm breeze of their soul

Smell the sea and feel
The bluing fragrance of wave
Enjoy its moment
The loveliness that they bring
Let your soul and spirit fly...

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Whirling by, munching away at the worn-garnet shingles, chopping trees with its transparent rope and hair-raising dynamism, and flushing your garish memories and spotless portraits down the toilet, sucking them away, fracturing and splintering your heart and soul, for they mean the world to you,...

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Lazily settling on wandering currents
     bluing in moonshine
     of colored water changes
she sifts between layers
longing for things crystal and bright
     glitter for her hair
     great clouds of hair
swaying to...

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A long life can be a blessing tinged in blue
you may end up in a garish room
a narrow bed -a communal latrine
at the end of a one-candle hallway.
With very few friends left, if any
loves scattered about like gold flake in drought.
If they lived next door,...

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Algo se esta tramando
There's trouble brewing
Goon of doom-Tornado
Bubblegum chewing
Children bluing
Wild World Swing
Zing!!!
Hi cuñado...










© rajat kanti chakrabarty
18 December 2014...

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Three misfits sought mischief along serenity shore
when a boatman slashed through the bluing mist
with driftwood oars honed by a river called Styx.

They were wild and naive and looked quite aghast
for boatmen usually gather the worn and the weak
but the misfits were young and strong as...

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