Best Hued Poems

She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace 
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.

The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the green....

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OF AN EBONY HUED MID-SUMMER NIGHT DREAM
(Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and The Fiery Furnace)

Indeed, this is a day the Lord has made:-
Considering last night’s revelation dreaming,
Waking up into this day the Lord has made,
I must enjoy and be glad for being still vertical.

Although “The...

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poet's wind - she dreams
possibilities tasted--

moonlight blows plum kiss...

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Situated on the Southern tip of Africa
Where two oceans meet, lies my country of birth
A rainbow nation is what we are called
With eleven official languages
and many diverse cultures
it is not difficult to grasp why...
 
Skeptics said we would never make it, 
against all odds we...

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A Sable Hued Syllabic Awakening…
(For Richard Wright)



Even snakes have love…
but no one wants their embrace;
such coiled loneliness…

Yet nature provides…
eggs are laid…babies are hatched
and snakes slitter on.

Pity…we’re not snakes…
our eggs denied their seeds…
food for the human mongoose.

Yet…we are like dough…
rising in our due season…
and nature provides...

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Well well well, my cadenced fellow
shinin' disposition all sunny yellow
hued think, I'd be in the pink
but I can't see nothin' but the blues

I'm feelin' down, a bit odd 'n' strange
can't wrap my tastes around juicy orange
penchant you'd think, would be in the pink
but I can't...

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Black as the night
my sable soul sings songs
of Nubian ancestors
sleeping behind closed eyes
in the depths of the inner sanctum
of the womb of mind—silhouettes of beings
peeking through dark skies across ebony horizons.

Granny said, “The blacker the berry;
the sweeter the juice—that I was created
in the image…God don’t...

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Out of the womb of seedless water came her birth,
And no less than always has been her silent beauty;
Radiant essence, crowning the earth’s heavenly throne:-

She’s a special reflective bouquet of God’s creativity;
Mothering sun smoothing each of her rays into its chosen place
As her regal dome...

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A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting 

of carrot-mauve hues 
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees 

whose arms 
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts

to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon 
which this 

cantaloupe tint 
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes 
of Mother...

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I know that every time I see
The pink-hued blossoms of a tree
There’s no way I can feel depressed,
For this is Nature at her best.

The rosy petals gently sway
When breezes blow and if they stay 
Some flowers flutter through the air 
And near the trunk add...

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The wisps of the climbing clouds float slowly away, 
brushing the azure of the end-summer’s ashen sky. 
The returning birds bathe in the glint of the blue bay, 
in the twilight gleam to the amber nests they all fly,
as autumn arrives gathering crystal ambiance on...

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Many-hued pubs bid me welcome
   As would friends on the street
And so does Cromwell Bridge
   Where long ago we first met.

I see the fields where we played
   And plucked up the kerry violets.
I gaze out over the dark bay
...

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HUED DAWN RISES

When the hued dawn rises from the horizon in flair
I find my mind morphing into a beautiful butterfly.
On its wings the tapestry of dream begins to fly
with all the colors of the heart to the future.

The fractured future tumbles in the sunset storm,
the...

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The mystery seeds I received in mail,
I did not order, truly surprised me a lot.
Before these got rotten, and turned stale,
out of curiosity I put these in earthen pot.

In the care of the hot summer sun,
nursed by me with profuse water spray,
before the due time...

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The winter of our discontent is over,
the Merciful God of the oppressed
has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls;
and the blossoming essence of our liberation.

The grapes of spring are plentiful
and the heat of the sun is upon them
but they must not be allowed to...

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