Best Defies Poems
VIDEO DESCRIPTION
The ballad of a French artist who longs to paint the indescribable—the beautiful delicate, elusive hues of his sightless Lover’s eyes as he endeavours to describe them to her. Haunted by her eyes in the many hues of nature, he’s exasperated that his every brush stroke defies all his attempts to capture their essence. Can he ever capture the beauty of her eyes on his canvas?
How does one describe, to a sightless Lover the beautiful colour of her eyes shifting hues and paint them. It makes me realise how fortunate we sighted people are to be able to see. Though, perhaps the sightless have developed that 'Third Eye'.
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The Colour That Defies - La couleur de tes yeux.
LYRICS
I see beyond green treetops
an emerald that makes me sigh
I see beyond the cotton clouds
a cobalt that sends me high
I see beyond a storm-lit wave
a mercury gleam drift by
I see beyond the blackened dusk
an onyx peint dans le ciel
painted in the sky
But I see beyond and never find
the colour that defies
The only one I cannot paint
The one that makes me cry
I see beyond and never find
la couleur de tes yeux
the colour of your eyes
I see beyond the autumn leaves
a burnished gold I can't deny
I see beyond the twilight mist
a violet, soft yet spry
I see beyond and never find
la couleur de tes yeux
the color of your eyes
I try to shape it, trace its light
mix the shades, but they're not right
mon amour, couleur perdue
no pigments hold, what I pursue
I see beyond your sightless eyes
no hue no brush can justify
the only one I cannot name
the one that makes me cry
I see beyond and never find
la couleur de tes yeux
The colour of your eyes
Uncle Clyde ain't impressed by all this facebook, twittering, tweeting and such!
He would just as soon use two old soup cans and a string to keep in touch!
To him a 'text' message is a sermon from the pulpit by the preacher guy!
Needless to say, all this new-fangled technology has passed him by!
His kids gave him a Kindle to read by but he consigned it to a shelf.
"Fiddle faddle!" said he, "If I want to read a book I'll choose one myself!"
The kids gave him a brand new Dell computer and it's still in the crate.
He'll continue to use his trusty Selectric 11 - he ain't about to update!
He is happy with his Brownie box camera that he's used for fifty years.
Since most everyone now use digitals, he gets sniffish looks from his peers!
He has no use for cellular phones or folks who use that kind of stuff!
Clyde considers such bizarre contrivances just so much useless fluff!
He doesn't need a laptop - he has one upon which his dear old cat can snooze,
And he won't subscribe to cable TV and pay those outrageous monthly dues!
Clyde'll tell you what to do with your blackberries, ipods and all such like!
'Tis best his quote be unsaid, but delicately put, he'd say, "Take a hike!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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"FAKE" assertions unstoppably
bandied with beef,
(sans doughty deeds done dirt cheap)
courtesy of commander in chief
trumpeted as a way to backout,
embarrassment analogous to the thief
of Baghdad, when culpable faux pas
woe philly pops thought balloon of mine
reckons with transparent "good grief"
within mind of yours truly,
who finds himself dumbstruck
aghast, and shaking noggin with disbelief
how people can be so gullible
who would just as lief
eat a pin cushion to deliver strep throat relief.
First amendment teeter totters on brink
of dissolution mainly by the rat fink,
whose defamation against journalists
risking life and limb, yet not shrink
king enlightening liberal minded, who think
similar to myself, imposter
hood drums utter rubbish
while feeling teed off puttering
along Mar a Lago,
or another owned golf link
resorting to silence protesters
whisked off to the klink.
Distortions, (nee outright
blatant lies) saturate
social media platforms,
which followers didst rate
as their numero uno slate
supposedly reliable sources
harkening back to papa retaliate
Tory Bush prez administration,
regarding patrilineal shogunate
where Iraq summarily
targeted for crashing Kuwait
violating, jeopardizing, and
compromising vital oil, literate
folks suspected, that critical
lubricant mandatory to resonate
greasing western civilization
particularly self anointed great
super power USA, hence
alarmists didst exaggerate,
whose military intelligence
industrial leaders got irate
contracting complex projecting
global economy would vacillate
and, perhaps take Kamikaze nosedive
hence procrastination could not wait
demanding based on sketchy accusation
Saddam Hussein, and his ilk ultimate
harbored weapons of mass destruction
despite lack of distilled proof,
would severely truncate
nary a trace sniffed out,
nonetheless damn the torpedoes blitzed
in an effort to triangulate
miscreant running amuck
eventually met demise
with Bush Junior delivering
permanently placating tete a tete,
no matter dispensing top notch
fighting soldiers, whose strong
lifeless bloodied bodies remain prostate.
She defies every doubt
I must not betray her trust
Those long legs of hers
This is above feeling
Anything that we know
It is not what you do
Being nice for a show
Never what is keeping
You all good and well
It is not that secret
No one will ever tell
Does not think itself
Better than any other
It is the last energy
Gravity will discover
Her audacity is worth trekking
She's weathered hell and high.
No other woman of her age
Has faced such trials.
In silence, she weeps,
A mountainous pain
Nobody dares to listen,
no one has walked her shoes:
it's bone-chilling.
She discover herself amidst the pain,
A spark that ignites her soul.
Forged in struggle, she's reborn,
Rising higher and stronger.
They tell me I can be whatever I choose—
That a man can become a woman,
That flesh can defy the hands of its Maker,
That truth is no longer truth but mere opinion.
Lies! Deception! Blasphemy!
Has the creation risen above the Creator?
Shall the clay rebuke the Potter,
Claiming He has made a mistake?
Oh, foolish generation, drowning in pride,
You shake your fists at heaven,
You mock the divine order,
You call good evil and evil good!
You corrupt the air with confusion,
You trample the sacred covenant of marriage,
You spit upon the wisdom of the Almighty
And call it enlightenment!
But hear this: God is not mocked!
His Word stands unshaken,
His law is eternal,
His judgment is sure.
Do you not tremble before Him?
Do you not fear the One who holds your breath?
You drink from the cup of rebellion,
And judgment waits at the door!
But still, His mercy calls
Turn back before the fire falls!
Repent before the wrath descends!
For He who made man and woman
Has called it good and will not be silenced!
Glory to the Most High
The Alpha, the Omega,
The Righteous one who was, who is, and who is to come!
It Lifts, Defies Gravity
That great curving line
made of countless droplets
in shades of aquamarine
to showers of foaming white
it creates an opening
a cave where light can spin
then plummets down again
its passion has been spent
rolling gently to the shore
tumbling sand and shells
small remnant lives
then going back for more.