Best Multihued Poems
Eastern sky blazes at the break of dawn
In the air the rising sun throws its hue
The speckled clouds gleam in the horizon
On multicolored flying palette I see you.
I’ve reached the edge of the blue plateau
Where the clouds touch the ground I find
They melt in the colors that define you
I splash on blank canvas and paint my mind.
In colored contours I see your face
Draped in unique tapestry of grace.
I’ll keep you there
All the time forever….
Western sky drenched by the dusk shower
The setting sun designs for it an attire new
In rainbow lined by pleated petals of flower
In its multihued transient arch I see you.
I’ve crossed the stretch of the green meadow
Where the rainbow holds the horizon I find
It melts in stream of colors that configures you
I flood the bare canvas and paint my mind.
In colored contours I see your face
Draped in unique tapestry of grace.
I’ll keep you there
All the time forever….
February 25, 2918.
Categories:
multihued, analogy, imagery, love, memory,
Form:
Lyric
Dazzling dawn with the sun rising high
Shines like a vivid kaleidoscope,
Spreading iridescence in the sky,
Crimson orange golden rays sparkling,
The Master Artist's multihued dye;
Sunrise unravels new mysteries,
Myriad colours pleasing the eye,
Aurora's beauty fills us with hope,
Daybreak delights - To darkness, goodbye.
Categories:
multihued, morning, sky,
Form:
Other
* For Carol Brown's Story Time Contest
Feathered serpent was more than an Aztec legend
Depicted in multihued native art
Sculptures, paintings adorned humid cities
Spiritual sketches messages impart
Quetzalcoatl, a venerated god
Plumed leader was said to have sailed away
Prophecies forecast this spirit’s return
Devout Aztecs’ hopes soared one Holy Thursday
The Aztec natives knew no greed
Great joy spread quickly in the Yucatan
When eleven Spanish ships reached their land
Not Quetzalcoatl, just a European man
Aztec leader Moctezuma II believed
Hernando Cortez to be their long-awaited god
At Moctezuma’s command, bounties were gathered
And to the shore, joyful natives did plod
1519, the Cortez armada
Greeted by Aztec envoys bearing gifts
But Spaniards fired shots at their welcoming party
Pious souls ascended through tropical mist
The land-grabbing perpetrator’s intent revealed
Aggression from one who sought to conquer
Paying no heed to Moctezuma’s beliefs
Or the spiritual history of Aztec culture
Ungodly Cortez enslaved those who remained
Defiantly built cathedrals adorned by bells
Aztec spirits will rise on Judgment Day
To claim seats in heaven while Cortez endures hell
If “gods” without honor lack kind hearts
And advocate power instead of grace
Promoting war and killing of brethren
Then surely devotion has been misplaced
*The arrival of Hernando Cortez marked the end of a thriving Aztec culture. The natives
mistook him for a “god” named Quetzalcoatl who had sailed away promising to return.
Quetzalcoatl is pronounced ket-zel-cot-el.
Categories:
multihued, history
Form:
Bio
I see their intentions,
In their trances of manipulation,
Mind-warping affection, they laid upon you,
And knowingly you feed on what I thought you were absorbing…
You lash out at me screaming, saying,
“Rest your distrustful inflicting,
Look me in the eye, accept me, and free me!
I will consume their darkness in a bleeding light,
Whilst juggling in the enigmas you cramp me in!
You wonder why I welcome all,
As danger tickles my curves, arresting your nerves
You most sacred, superstitious little butterfly
Cease your incessant, mocking lectures
Flapping your wings at me in a colorful warning
Yes, I know you have seen it all you perfectly transformed worm!
I know what you know even though you think I do not know it!
Your metamorphosis of completion is impressive, yes,
Yet in your expectations, you ignore the fact that I am shapeless,
Stepping into the open air to confront change with all of its surprises.”
My multihued resolve silenced her…
“I hear you! I hear you oh so clear,
You innocent, raw little worm of a girl…
So I shall allow, just know:
My mighty wings are here to shade you, not smother you
As your guardian, I will trust with sting
Swearing on my every heartbeat,
I will protect you as you engorge on the thorns you call beauty
I will lift you from the brushes to let you peek at the hungry birds,
And you will plead for me to shield you once more
Though when I do not, and the birds dive down to consume you,
In fear, in haste, you will sprout your magnificent wings,
You will call out my name,
And in tears I will watch you fly far above them all!”
For Justin Bordner's contest, "The Instincts of Innocence"
Categories:
multihued, beauty, freedom, growth, heart,
Form:
Epic
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Categories:
multihued, autumn, beautiful, color, goodbye,
Form:
Triolet
God whispers through the silence
Awakening my heart’s impression
With tender faith and tranquility
Gentle inspirations to calm my spirit
~
God sighs through stunning rainbows
Lifting up the one who is downhearted
With sweetest colors of creativeness
Sent through the clear, multihued skies
~
God breathes expressions of satisfaction
Sending contentment to the troubled soul
With kind words spoken in scriptures
Of all that love brings to us who believe
~
God murmurs charming words of cheer
Reassuring the heart that will listen to Him
That everywhere, in everything, always
He is sending us the glories of heaven
~
God reads the yearning through our prayers
With a sensitivity to all that we may need
Giving hope and renewal to every hearer
Of His tender words that heal the worst sinner
~
God listens to our praises with a sensitivity
That reveals His heart’s compassion and gentleness
The way that He gives so very generously
A love without conditions that continues eternally
~
God gives each one of us an altruistic understanding
That flows with the way, the truth and the life
Jesus’ salvation clearly delivering us from our sins
And creating a new heart brought by the Holy Spirit
Categories:
multihued, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).
Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s ires and raced against entelechies.
She brought with her those memories,
At once she wailed and bemused she smiled
She brought with her those glosses, palled in her eyes.
Left behind her rainbow and lived in blues
She smiles in low, her eliding Jodhpuri days.
Felled by griefs when thought of those kites at mackerel sky
Her heart yelled mutely at the Marwar soothed musical bliss fly.
There she drew by the Nagaur Turban and adorned faunae
Ceased by arts of jugglers, puppeteers and spread her wings with the winter newbie.
Revived with these memories she framed her ethnic hospitality
Multihued costumes and the aura of the folk dances attired by the society.
The copious finesse graced by palatable cuisine
Kachori, mirchibada and panchkuta are edible by.
Her blue eyes sobbed by her memories of palship
A walkover by the Balasammand lake
One will pass by the bird of Juno by the lush greenery.
The Sunset splashed with spectacular colours,
She enjoyed those days passing by the blue hills and envying canvas.
Retraced by the red sandstone and columnar, spire temples
She sketched her agone days with those prayers
Devoted towards the Shrine, deities and heroes of decades forgone.
Her heart thumped by her memories of gossips
Becharmed by the Forts and palaces,
The bygone era still reminds the battles fought
Witnesses still stand still by the chronicle held upon.
Lost by these memories colorful
She vivified in her vignettes
She brought up herself with the city
And she slept by the daydream known as Sun City.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Note: This poem is dedicated to my Jr. Miss Rajni
Categories:
multihued, art, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form:
Classicism
Fill my craving with your zesty rind
In the mist of my longing, come splashing
Ingest my inn with your piquant smiles
Will you rain like dew for my pipe is parched?
Drizzle my windows with decorative light and
Melt your pot in that multihued bend
Be my condiment in this insipid snack
But preserve your liquiscent state
No! Not in the canister
Who says this dye belongs to Freud?
After you entice my eyes and tongue.
Then citrus filled my air now back to stanza one.
Orange
For Nette Onclaud’s Color My Word
Adjudged 3rd Place
Glenn L. Sentes
Categories:
multihued, happiness
Form:
Verse
November breezes in with style
Autumn zephyr carries a smile
Multihued leaves, they float around
Before dancing down to the ground
Hope flames high on smoky bonfire
Melting out hatred's dark desire
November dreams make it worthwhile
Autumn rakes up the leaves that pile
Gold and bronze and russet abound
Chromatic colours sure astound
Love burns in our humble heart's pyre
Kindling faith when we most require
November knows Winter's hostile
Therefore it lets Autumn compile
Various patterns on leaf mound
Dazzling the eyes, while we're spellbound
Life plays under God, the dyer
Before ceding to snowy mire.
10.29.2020
Checked with www.howmanysyllables.com
For William Kekaula's "Lay November" contest
Categories:
multihued, autumn, november,
Form:
Lay
Multihued lights flash fervently,
On naked illusion draped eyes zealously,
All shut and secured to colored vision,
Egoist blurry brain images, these are all in an intangible prison.
Some call me quirk, some foible, but all refer me to a societal misfit,
It’s true they seem to tell, but my way of life and my thought process I will not quit.
I know and cognize I don’t see the world as others want me to see and be,
But am not sorry because that’s how it clearly appears to me.
It’s not because I am unconfined, undetermined or with rebellious mind,
But because I am color blind.
It‘s not because I am in hate or in love,
But because I am color blind and sooner or later the world will figure out why and how…………
I am color blind to cruel, callous, cunning, sly ways of expressing colors in the world,
I don’t reconcile to these colors with my ethos, morals and ethics curled and ruffled.
But till they have reconciled with me in unison they have opined,
I possess an unsound mind and am color blind.
No matter what I do or where I go,
Hues and colors of my thoughts they desire to know.
Inside me I ask myself what is the color of fear, dismay and dread?
Is fear yellow? Dismay and dread be red?
Who can tell me where it is defined?
I am content that all mankind thinks I am color blind.
Where is the orange of the sun?
Has it enveloped and corroded all dynamism and fun?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the blue from the sky?
Has it been slurped and sucked by calm, trust and loyalty all dry?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the green from the grass?
Has enveloped envy and jealousy and goodwill, generosity let a mass?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
If all of us of the human race,
Would toil not to make it bitter but a better place,
All walls and barriers raised to the ground,
Then I would be content to stay color blind
Categories:
multihued, inspirational, introspection, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Mother's Day is a celebration honoring mothers and celebrating motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers in society.
The moon, the stars, the sunny skies, so beautiful they seem,
All mankind can sense and appreciate what it means,
Their beauty and the beauty of others,
Are in no way a comparison to our mothers.
Mothers are God’s gift to us,
Least appreciated and most worked without a fuss.
Mothers are there to help teach and guide,
And through thick and thin stay by your side.
Mother loves us right from the start,
From the moments she fondly holds us close to her heart.
These moments forever seem to her like only yesterday,
But we all know they were a few eons away.
Mother is there right through our troubles, conflicts and strife,
And every endeavor she undertakes to keep us afloat through pains of life.
Any time in life we can rely on her strong helping hand,
And she is there for you till you have regained the strength, alone to stand.
Mother is one we can lean on,
As deep in her heart she is very strong.
At times it is only mother who can soothe our running tears,
And calm our mind’s lurking shadows of fears.
Mother filled our days with multihued lights,
And put us to bed with lullaby and sweet dreams nights.
And on a foreign land you gave life to me,
And when I was old enough to my wife you set me free.
Whenever I needed you were there with tender care,
For advice and support you were always there.
You taught me right from wrong,
And how to the world whistle my own song.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a diamond to you,
For every tear you shed for me without much ado.
Mother, I wonder if you could accept an emerald from me,
For each truth you made me realize and see.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a ruby to you,
For every midnight coffee you did brew.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a pearl to you,
For every lesson of wisdom you have given me anew.
But I don’t have these and this you are aware,
And all I can offer you is my love devotion and care.
You are so dear to me but yet it took me so long to say,
Have a “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY”.
I know that when you think of me,
A part of you in me you will always see.
Thank you and I Love you Mom,
This is me your first born son
Categories:
multihued, love, mother, mothers day,
Form:
Rhyme
Your voice all quiet now
Your laughter never to be heard again
And yet it still echoes in my head..
Your smile still plays in my mind’s eye
Feathery kisses blown from above
Floating around brushing against my face
The sadness sometimes overwhelming
When the wind blows and the flowers dance
Their multihued colors magnetize even the butterflies
Just like you always use to do…
I can’t help but smile,
remembering your love for them.
When I look at your daughter,
She reminds me about you
Even though you left too soon,
you taught her well...
At the age of thirty five,
The battle were no longer yours to fight…
Contest : Reflection
By : Wilma Neels
7th Place
Categories:
multihued, death, friendship
Form:
Elegy
clouds
dark detaching with
bright sunlit parts
rainbow
multihued emerging with
magical glorious glow
Date: 09/22/2020
Categories:
multihued, nature, rainbow, sky,
Form:
Verse
TO A MULTIHUED DAMSEL IN THE BEAUTY
OF HER WETNESS
Out of the womb of seedless waters came her birth;
No less than always has been her silent beauty—
Radiant essence crowning the heavenly throne of Earth;
She’s a spectral reflective bouquet of God’s creativity.
Mothering Sun smooths each of her rays into its special place;
As her regal dome challenge the matter of her magnanimity.
No force of whispering winds can move her from her chosen space;
For the celestial realm has surrendered to her aura’s nobility.
In vain, many have set sail in search of her beginning and journey’s end;
Failed voyages of endless searches by the adventurous brave and bold.
Yet, her celestial curvaceous tinted arch still excite the curiosity of men
With voracious appetites for things whose worth and beauty rivals gold.
Yes, from time immemorial, man has been privy to the sight of her beauty
And teeming glow;
Yet, since that time, man has never ever been able to hold and control
God’s teasing rainbow!
Categories:
multihued, analogy, earth, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Sonnet
What have we learned?
What is our big 20/20 revision takeaway
from this win/lose
zero-sum failure?
To transparently cooperate
for our most inclusive win/win health
and long-term safety,
economic
and political
and social
and physical
and mental health
resilience
From my own observation,
probably colored
multihued and complexly patterned
by Integral Permaculture Design,
And Community Mediation
for restorative peace resolutions
in perennial win/lose retributive conflict situations,
clashes between conservative LeftBrain dominant
and liberal RightBrain interdependent cultures.
1. To optimize resilience
for at least the next seven generations,
the next 140 years,
bringing us to the year 2160
Here, on our cooperatively co-invested home planet,
we could choose to return to indigenous wisdom,
to include health and safety of our trees,
our neighbors,
rivers,
our soil
our water supply,
our green renewable energy resources,
our fresh and clean river valleyed breezes,
our plants,
our domestic animals,
our wild animal cousins
our sacred EarthMothers.
We do better when our healthy safe priorities
remain broadly contextualized,
less LeftBrain defensive boundaried,
broadening our ecosystemic spatial identities
and deepening our speciated individuation
back through monotheistic/panentheistic history
of this now troubling
post-millennial
StraightWhiteMale privileged
LeftBrain corporately dominant
relentlessly self-promoting
Anthropocene
Predicting unprecedented ecocide,
genocide,
rabid polarization,
economic divestment,
Earth Matricide
and overwhelming
streight white patriarchal political mistrust
During which no healthy democracy
could resiliently endure
as long as our infrastructure,
concrete
steel beamed
bricks and mortar,
budgets and financial planning,
Omit choosing cooperative win/win games
and ecofeminist green co-investment strategies
for health and safety
of our now excluded trees,
plants,
waters,
soil,
planet
EarthTribe
everyday multiculturing
sacredly resonant
creolization liturgies
of LeftBrain verbal co-intelligence
loving RightBrain co-empathic feeling
longing for
co-governing
co-invested
co-empowerment.
Categories:
multihued, earth, health, integrity, light,
Form:
Political Verse