Best Coloured Poems

Declining the urge to go with the flow I swim upstream,

 there to spawn and hatch countless dreams which freely

     flow and then disperse in the vast ocean of my life.


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Contest: Any Birthday Poem
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Written on my birthday:
16th February, 2016

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Uncomplicated me
I thought I was colour blind
free thinking and kind
with an evolved mind
Loving and accepting 
of the ones I find

Yet my blindness 
Is that of privilege
I'm just a visitor
in the Global village
From my narrow thin mind
there is too much spillage

Although so many
are forced from their...

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scrubbing with her hands
red stains from the priest's collar
- strawberry picking


choosing wallpaper -
the red-breasted cardinals
in my shopping bag 



Last night of harvest - 
reflection of red blood moon
in his empty glass


red cherry blossoms
before next winter follows
-his last picnic morn 


soft vermillion  wings
flutter on her...

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I looked at theirs in hopes I would find mine
The powerful example in their lives underlined
They showed what they know by their branches intertwined
Instantaneous, long lasting, molded and refined
Beyond futility, their hopes in God enshrined

I have tried to grasp love, hold it tightly confined
Malignant and...

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multi coloured bands 
stretch across the morning sky- -
jupiter hidden...

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ATHENS DECEMBER 1983
COSMOS COLOURED KALEIDOSCOPE

A world so full of people,
Yet so empty,
Its vacuum is unbelievably painful,
Our cosmos surrounds us
In it’s infinite greatness,
But within, lies only selfishness.
A planet, a continent
A country, a town,
What does it matter if there 
Is no meaning to
It’s very existence,
If for what...

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I want rose coloured glasses,
To watch the world burn and misty mushrooms fill up the sky.

I want rose coloured glasses,
To watch the sun's rays shine from window tops.

I want rose coloured glasses,
To accept my defeated fate in the ruins of the golden antiquity.

I want rose...

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I born, I blak.
I grow up, I become blak.
I see, I blak.
In the sun, I blak.

I scared, I blak.
I sick, I blak.
If I die, I will become blak.

Rotten I blak.
And You white fellow,
you born, you pink.
You grow up, you become white.

You go in the sun,...

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(This is about the same lovely young lady and best friend that I wrote about in "A Pink Rose." I always think about her when I think about roses. Especially pink and lavender ones.)

The very first thing I noticed was her smile.
It brightened up my...

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The rolling farmlands
That feeds our tribal children alike
And fertile vineyards abound
A tawny of sapphire seas
A prodigious floral kingdom
Amber coloured rivers
That plunge into an ocean
Of mercurial moods
Roaring with stealth silence
Tranquil beaches and lagoons
Rocky shores and enchanting seasides
The imposing cliffs and highlands
Flanked by towering mountains
Highvelds dry as...

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I have never seen Ireland
We plan a vacation there
And yet I worry 
Will it disappoint me?
Will  frustration with Troubles
Cloud my vision?
Can I concentrate on the countryside
Knowing that religion has reared its ugly head
Wales is oh so beautiful
Will I see Ireland through angry eyes?
Ruined by...

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You are a mighty King with great power
That's somewhere between God and man
Oh King, you could have any woman here
Yet you dream of one girl in another land

In your vision, a bright coloured castle
There is a beautiful maiden within
Surrounded by walls of gold and stone
And...

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The fading colours in a trembling leaf,
Perhaps a portent of the coming cold,
When the heavy hand of an icy winter
Will press hard upon gully, flat and fold.

The rose’s vicious stems will be laid bare
Making way for the jonquils proud display.
Their sweet perfume partial compensation
For the...

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Rose Coloured Lies*

Dark is the night of my years
Stained is your note with my tears
Dropped from my hand…
Windows reflect all my fears
Shattered by fragmented weirs
Beneath the rand
Rose among thorns with no shears
Coloured last blush no one hears
Lies in times sand.

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Rainbow coloured camouflage

The rainbow whispered “look at me I am a cameo in abused disguise”.
"You are a beautiful mean to an end, a pot of gold awaiting where you
touch the horizon, elusive no doubt but tangible in dreams and in wishes”.

‘Faruq’ true to his name,...

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