Best Pallet Poems

Blessed are we to have the gift of you.

Sunset skies illuminated in glorious shades varied 
Conjures memories of your loving smile
Your laughter paints the colours of rainbows seen

Like orchids rare you fill our hearts
Of visions of one of a kind memories
In this world of duplicates...

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Wrote this because my wife and I both love dill pickles and eat one before bedtime most 
every night.

Haiku:

Cucumber on vine,
Pack them, process them, spice them
Birth of a pickle.

Here's another version that I like also.  Second line was suggested to me by Tim Ryerson...

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Cool morning zephyr blows a kiss to the early dew
Pastels of dawn stalk the parts of the dark horizon
Blazing orange streaking clouds come into view
A pallet of colors under some artistic advisement
Early light gently creeps across the mirror lake
All the sky begins glowing so intensely...

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Welcoming warm Spring breezes,

pervades,teases,glaciers,

angels souring high,

watching ice caps quiver,

water delivered, 

waters fall with reckless a band,

with vibrant goals in command,

inept to describe,

shear beauty that lies,

picturesque beauty thrives,

"painters pallet" pales,

what Mother natures unveils,

enriching our souls,

such grand beauty at her hand,

the yoke that stokes,

the binding bestows,

enshrines the...

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almost there .. 



a painters pallet 

heavenly contrast , colourful sky 

sunset or sunrise ?...

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Who then, but I, should benefit
from the awakening moments
of revelations unfolding?
Continuations of meditative wandering,
in dreamscapes certain tutelage, 
charges the morning air
with marked anticipation…
As I, … Yes, I
am but a puddle of wanting
to experience, to clarify, 
this need for something more.

As morning’s grey sky
becomes a canvas...

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At dusk I'll seek the rainbow arch
and part ways with it's color.

The sky is darkening,
it's pupil obscured with cataracts
as sudden sparkle sprinkles,
and the dimension splits apart.

Out of opaque blue, and into clarity
I see the far end of what is near.

Forever's end nay come tomorrow
but through...

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sunset rainbow glows
bordered on edge of darkness
then splashes below




June 6, 2010...

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Forklift tongue ... 
snaky false pallet walk
be a paralyzing pulse dead stop
Viper lung flung from the bottom rung,
slithering slyly to the bury top

Pentagram aborted delivery — 
Fake salvation 
is morgue bad news 
bifurcated breath received

Cottonmouth spitting graveyard shifty
labor blues,
Exhaling extortion sin wage scale dues

Forklift tongue
belly...

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Spongy brown fingers quenched by gentle tide
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sandy beach*
Lapping crystal mix of silt risen rush
Injects me with lovely imaginings
Purrballs scooping milk with ridgy cupped tongues

I'm zebra confined, house stripes shade on sun
Pallet paradise by the pier, free rent
Fat foot kids...

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sat on a pallet
with big blow hit my wallet
met with a mallet

read all of the facts
body looked like battle ax
that never attracts

walked along with Luke
disagreed and did rebuke
a crazy old kook

would be atrocious
did eat things when ferocious
also delicious...

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The beautiful greens all strewn around
Like little girl hair ribbons falling
to the ground.
Pinks and Yellows, blues and whites
All the colors of the sparkling lights.
Color, new life all around
Like the new born calves laying next to
Mom on the pasture ground.
Grab hold of that gloriius feeling of
rebirth...

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Nature has bestowed us with its beauty today
Upon the skies awaiting and display 
Sunset so fine and royal 
The color red blazing 
Hot as oil 
Splashes of orange and yellow 
Embellished in blue and bellow 
Across a sky so real 
A spectator view to steal
Mirrored...

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Undertake your overtaking;
Withdraw your initials;
Give birth to your art makings;
Intentionally cover your drawing;
Erase those lavish markings;
I am the glue for the paper
I am the lead in the pencil
I am the paint that color the landscape and horizon with;
I am picture perfect
For I am ease
I am...

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Dear calico cat your colors splat,
in oranges and golds and fortified blacks.
A pallet for the eyes to see your rich
fur tapestry..
The sun embraces your royalty.
How glorious is God's gift to thee....

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