Best Bottle Green Poems
Green…you always reflected in my peripheral
And kept watch as I tried to color my world
But there I lay in my blacks and my blues,
lifeless and faltering In monotone hues.
Through kaleidoscope eyes, I envisioned my skies
But the pot at the rainbow was storybook lies
so with nothing to gain and nothing to lose,
I just shuffled around In my blacks and my blues.
Never did I imagine you!, Green… to be my savior
But there you arose, out of my dark abyss
With your bottle green dress and scarlet kiss
Your emerald green eyes and unbridled bliss.
Now my kaleidoscope dreams have all been unfurled
Since you Green, have colored my world
You rescued my heart, Green
You rescued my heart.
I’m watching my surroundings
And I don’t know what to do
The world is coming to an end
And I’m trying to warn you.
I’m writing you a message
Which I hope that you’ll receive
And on this parchment written well
I hope that you’ll perceive
The dangers of experiments,
Of waste and luxury,
This planet just cannot sustain
The lives of you and me.
I tried to send it via air
But the planes just will not fly;
They say the air is far too thin
That carbon is the sky.
So then I tried the mail on land
Encountering a quirk
Disease has stricken everywhere
And no one’s left to work.
Then sea it is, I’ll have it float
Within a bottle green,
But when I walked along the beach
There was no water to be seen.
I took it out and sat to think,
I’ll offer it by hand,
But when I reached to pick it up
It burnt into the sand.
I’d write another warning sign
But no pages in my hand,
I’d tell you using word of mouth –
Would you ever understand?
The air, polluted thick and through,
Disease from you to me,
The water’s gone and fires rage,
How can I make you see?
July 11, 2007
Both you and I breathe the ocean, inhaling the waves,
With each surf passing through our lungs
we are immersed and each verse of our life is told through the rolling tide,
At the depths of our love desperate vibrations boom within our ears,
Yet tears always fall silently on sodden ground,
The sea whispers ripples of our old lover’s tales,
But within our shipwrecked bones the only thing
We sink,
We drown and
We anchor for
Is our love.
Yes, our love there, always love.
And as time passes with azure, lime and scarlet, we become the coral,
Our eyes fluorescent with a feeling of home,
We illuminate the sea with each giving stroke,
Our rainbow hues reflecting against one another’s skin, we are akin
to pearls sleeping in their shells, and with each
touch our pigment comes alive,
The colours of love there, always love.
The algae spreads beneath our nails, moss green against pale skin,
Withering and wrinkled, our bodies a map of our lives,
With our struggles and woes freckled along the way,
Our arms intertwined amongst seaweed tides,
And bottle green ribbons tangled around our thighs,
We find comfort in our tempest,
Though at times we may drown in this sea of loss,
There is love there, always love.
The Ocean is unforgiving and our life much more so,
But all I know,
Is that I would rather live at the bottom of the sea with you,
Than sail the current alone.
OUTSIDE THE CITY
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
I take a silent breath and walk a little slow,
The cottage I live in is not too far away,
All covered with ivy and an open doorway;
Outside the city where the icy waters flow,
There's a hidden garden where I often go,
Having ruby red apples and bottle green pears,
All ready to eat but there's no one who cares;
Outside the city where the unearthly folks show,
I take a tiny step and talk a little low,
The cottage I came for is right in front of me,
But there are others inside where I ought to be;
Outside the city where I had died long ago,
You can hear my laughter and laugh with me also,
I'm munching merrily on the apples and pears,
While inside my cottage others enjoy the scares.
28 April 2016
For Angela Tune's "A Ghost Story" contest
Moon of the night,
I wish you could sing
You're indispensable to my being,
You guide me through this land,
of sparrows and nightingales,
over the bottle-green grass,
rain or shine or snow;
You're there every night
and the wrens sing to you,
contemplating you
and pondering on their thirst;
and in your eyes they see,
a lovely face,
for you have a face,
like all moons,
sometimes different
but you have one face
A face that illuminates.
On an early morning walk of coffee and salt
under a sullen sky filled with the tridents of wings,
I add my footprints beside a blowsy sea (praised be
Poseidon,) that accepts the given of a northeast wind,
and the still mirror of a summer day. This ocean's re-
chargeable, my one immutable constant, except for shifting
cobalt, soda bottle green, the edgy, unsettling gray
of northeast storms. She alone, resurrects the child in me--
the girl of full moon nights and open windows, the fledgling
woman alone in an old garage apartment in her
hometown, where a carnelian sun set over fishing
vessels and empty river-front packing plants.
I share my ocean with other insomniacs. Runners pass,
racing the sun to its zenith. Down the beach there is Yoga,
and a contemplative in his lawn chair watches the hypnotic
breakers form and reform with their zebra patterns,
driven, as they are, to decorate the shoreline, to deposit
spittle for scavenger sanderlings, chasing miniscule
morsels. The haughty gulls' absolute arrogance is skewered
by their spindly legs, negotiated so nimbly, two
seem a single navigation.
Where are the donax when the waves roll back, hard-
wired to burrow their small shells in wet sand? Are they
history, as in sea oats I may not pick, sand hills I may not
climb, seines no longer dragged by neighborhood guys
bare-chested in waist deep surf to snare slippery supper.
"Dommage"! "Que lastima"! All of the above. As for myself,
I sail my colors high, no pity here--"Tout change, tout
change, tout a' grandi' like the sea urchin I once
was, washing away the blemishes of being.
Create Life Colour Me
Once upon a barren time, in the days of silent film
Colour code gene was lacking, across the whole wide world
Everything was blackybobs, mattish white and gray
Blackness was the nightiness and whiteness was the day
Then one day, a thunderous storm a thunderous storm so strong
Thunderclaps and lightning bolts crashed on the Earth for long
When the storm subsided, when the sun did shine
On the far horizon danced a rainbow curvy line
Born an introduce of colour, it flickered and it flashed
Across the land at mach one speeds, throwing colour out at last
It painted leaves with shades of green, with textures soft and strong
A hundred green, that had never been seen, we had waited oh so long
It painted streams and rivers blue, the sky was warm red glow
Corn fields sprang with a yellowy hue with rich brown soil below
Poppies came out with a brilliant red, the grasslands swung with yellow
Across the land this colour thing spread for every woman and fellow
A magic flowed throughout the world with piglets nicely pink
Deep purple fish swam in the seas, there chocolate coloured mink
Never again would things be bland, not now there was tint
It is difficult to imagine, so I will give you a little hint
There was pinks and greens and tangerine blue
Orange and cream and strong colours too
The colours had names with a magical light
They bounced on the dull and they turned it bright
There was of sense of joy and a new sense of fun
Colour was in fashion, it had only just begun
There was android green and atomic tangerine
Blanched almond and bottle green
Dogwood rose with denim and fawn
A thousand greens on the grass to be thrown
Electric purple and electric perth
A thousand million colours that would splash upon the Earth
To mention all the colours would take a thousand years
So spread some joy and colour and throw away the tears
Oceanward sail the yachts and liners,
a match stick flotilla in a green whirlpool bath
seen from the dizzying height of the cliff top.
Beside the lighthouse, ghostly echoes
of crashing waves and wheeling gulls
reverberate upwards from sand and rock.
Scents of seaweed, bottle green surf,
bracing, intoxicating, sailing on the stropped edge
of a rainy needlepoint breeze.
All the while black storm heads gather
far and away on the distant horizon,
whilst here stands I, sensory overload
sparking in the fissures and cracks of my brain.
The drop to the glassy black rocks beneath
where white booming breakers smash and erode,
little by little the coastline is eaten
an inch or so each passing year.
Fixed gazing at the raging cauldron
as if answers to the unanswerable will rise to greet me,
I lean and sway in magnetic salt winds
held there in suspense...
Once upon a time, in the days of silent film
Colour was banned in the whole wide world
Everything was black, white and grey
Black was night and white was day
Then one day, there was a storm so strong
Thunder and lightning crashed on Earth for long
When it cleared, when the sun did shine
On the horizon was a curly line
This was a rainbow of colour, it flickered and it flashed
Across the land at speeds so fast
It painted leaves with shades of green
A hundred tints that had never been seen
It painted the streams and the rivers blue
Corn fields sprang with a yellowy hue
Poppies came out with a brilliant red
All across the land this colour thing spread
A magic was flowing throughout the land
Never again would things be bland
There was pinks and greens and tangerine blue
Orange and cream and other colours too
The colours had names with a magical light
They bounced on the dull and they turned it bright
There was of sense of joy and a new sense of fun
Colour was in fashion, it had only just begun
There was android green and atomic tangerine
Blanched almond and bottle green
Dogwood rose with denim and fawn
A thousand greens on the grass to be thrown
Electric purple and electric perth
A thousand million colours that would splash upon the Earth
To mention all the colours would take a thousand years
So spread some joy and colour and throw away the tears
In the shadow of Avalon
where the sweet tangle imparts its loamy scent
as the dew chills on the blades
and trembling grows the aspen and oak
on the shore where solemn waters lie
is a vision of splendor
The beauty of Avalon, reflected in glass
cast across its mirrored surface
Below these still, bottle green depths
in the realm of whispers,
dwells the lady of the lake
weaving threads of fate into patterns of destiny
in the tapestry of life
invoking mystery
rising, she is formed of mist and truth
Fairest lady,
sing to the morning light
sing of the wisdom found in beauty and in pain
reveal the truth concealed in your smile
Beautiful lady
gauzy veil drawn in gray mist
alluring, pale
stir the waters of thought and memory
into streams and rivulets of knowledge
forming pools of consciousness
the eternal lake, spirit of the Goddess
as just beneath the surface she waits
forever in the shadow of Avalon
through bottle green waves
glassy surface of the deep -
mysterious tide
Eloquently serene
Reminds me of seas
Of aquamarine,
Peaceful solitude
Aids my dreams,
Of forested trees
In bottle green verdancy,
I create my dreams
In luminescent
Tangerine themes,
Warm is my heart
That is fired by my passion,
In flames that are burning
White hot incandescently,
In a life that has more colour
Than we think or we see,
Vermilion is my blood
That races through me,
Golden are my days
Bathed in spirituality
Filigree are the wings
On which I fly from thee,
Into a pink, purple and orange
I fade into this sunset
And let it envelop me,
As well as all my hopes, beliefs and dreams
For now and all eternity.
How sunlight turns everything green –
emerald grass on the headland,
bottle-green of undergrowth and shadow,
verdigris of shallow water in the cove,
moss-green of tidal pools.
But oh, the browns – auburn, russet,
cinnamon – shades that render
sea and land, as painted
by this morning’s artist sun-brush,
so much greener.
She showed me her bicycle
With considerable pride
The wheels were red
With specks of black in-between
Handle bars in bottle green
As she sped away, little did
She know the bicycle was carved
From a watermelon ripe and green!
The bicycle wheels swirling
Slicing pieces for a queen
Squish squash sweet juice flying
Painting a watermelon sky
Pink rain cooling the air
She fell to the ground
With watermelon pieces in her hair!
28.6.22
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Sonnet.
I touched upon a dream perfectly chorographic
as a ballet troupe of sardines avoiding predators.
A dance where no one applauds and everyone
is a loser, sad except for the mysterious beauty
of shimmering silver in a bottle- green ocean.
I touched upon a dream sparkling as fizzy wine
bobbles clung to cool glass disappearing with
plop- a momentarily rush of happiness- murmour
of voices; then the wine was still, yet for a second
the of mysterious wonder is remembered.
I touched upon a dream cold as a winter forest,
blue, frosty mist wrapped around trees; layers
of snow on the lake of recollection, but one day
a mysterious flash; and all will be remembered.