Best Technicolour Poems

The Story so far…
Makani (The Rising Wind), a beautiful extra-terrestrial researcher is sent to a remote island to observe earth. She finds Sam, a shipwrecked earthling near death owing to drowning. Sam (Ka ‘Lo - ‘A Mighty Eagle’), was despatched to identify the location and...

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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned

The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as...

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It’s with heavy heart I pen this verse
Watching your father pass by in the hearse
Takes me back to that night in the shed
When you said, this is like fireworks
It was,  I dropped the cigarette on the petrol can
Still, as I remarked, not many sheds...

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Earth is sleeping. It is dreaming in silent 
technicolour peaceful and alone, calm and
gentle without the tragic crush of mankind

and its usual stampede. Nature noticed it
slowly - having time to stretch, to breathe,
to open its eyes wide and bright and luscious

away from smoke steam and...

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Classic silent films
Redundant technicolour
Piano plays mood

Panther and snow leopard
Duelling with chess
Under a scintillating firmament
A dome of diamonds floating on infinity
Moonlight softly slicing the shadows
Illuminating their world of concentration
Alternating attrition
Pawn takes pawn
Bishop takes pawn
Rook takes pawn
Knight takes pawn
Who's winning?
The back rows don't care
The pawns always get...

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Classic silent films
Redundant technicolour
Piano plays mood

Panther and snow leopard duelling with chess
Under a scintillating firmament
A dome of diamonds floating on infinity
Moonlight softly slicing the shadows
Illuminating their world of concentration
Alternating attrition
Pawn takes pawn
Bishop takes pawn
Rook takes pawn
Knight takes pawn
Who's winning?
The back rows don't care
The pawns always...

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For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One

                         I

Why don’t...

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the stars cry rivers of light
 as the moon bows his head
 the planet pauses in prayer
 a laureate is now dead 

words of wisdom were let fly
 from the heart of mind and soul
 to the pages we now read
 in our minds she...

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The soil is dreaming in a silent technicolour, 
peaceful and alone. It exhales, gently without the tragic 
trampling of mankind snapping roots, without the world above

and its usual stampede. Gone. Branches noticed it
first - slowly having time to stretch, to watch clouds;
time to open their...

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Though these days 
overflow with sadness, 
I cherish memory
its hearth and comfort 

When the ties were sliced 
the heartstrings rebounded 
with each lash they laid the sting 
in the chamber of the flesh 

My darkness is comfort 
the days begin to rasp 
but the leaves...

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I'd never seen the sun shine so bright
And a sky so vibrant blue
The sweeping meadow green was so lush
Until the day I first laid my eyes on you

Creation suddenly burst into ultra technicolour I had never seen
Be so in awe of such a spectacular picturesque...

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I wanna bring back Psychedelic
Groovy cats and Shagadelic
DMT or the Sacred 'Shroom...or even good ole LSD
anything that provokes THE change in me
to go google-eyed and all trippy
rather than a coked up chav all gobby and lippy
wouldn't you rather be a hippy
brew some Ayahuasca tea, for...

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Your suicide 
Wrests the act from the hand 
So that fire can envelop the bottle 
And skyward 
And bright
And living 
Technicolour dances in extremes.

We effervesce and burst 
We rise up and with a fury
A million or more 
We wilt back onto the vine
Waiting to be...

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Dubai nights - 4.11.18

The lights glow over the horizon
in a technicolour display of sparkles; a fairyland.
An invitation to enter the city, reminds me home,
The Arts Centre and the Westgate Bridge at night time
with its twinkling Melbourne City below. 

Its dark, yet the lights play their...

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Driving through the Serengeti plains
twilight started to fall over the land
Then in the blink of an eye night falls
no slow fading of light just darkness

The full moon comes out and reveals
the sky awash with rainbows of colour
all left behind by the glowing setting sun
bathing all...

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