Best True Blue Poems
as gentle as a summer breeze
my love it begs you on it's knees
as soft as fur on those that purr
i whisper in your ear sweet words
as sweet as berries on your tongue
inside your heart a bell is rung
as sure as change is bound to come
an undying love my heart is won
as loud as thunder my heart wonders
can your love be really true
as vain as pain which i have gained
my worries about what she'd do
as wrong as sin not trusting begins
and rumors start flying from mouths of friends
as soon as one cracks with a terrible act
then ferocity and raging comes in
as you are standing on the side of me
no distance is aware of my resistance
as heart forgets its rhythm, my sighs do long to touch
emotions prevail this longing unravels my senses
as to, dare i say, how much a single touch awakens me?
a love so pure as this I have not known
as i trust your arms to teach me of this love
i no longer hear the gossip or the whispers
as you take my breath away on winds of change
a true blue sky above the color of our love
as it casts a light into your eyes and anchor mine
if this be sin then let me cast away my stone
as for my soul it is willing to pay the highest price
god has cast a dye our love is not to be denied
come lover hold me tight, long into the night.
Written by: Vienna Bombardieri & John H. Loving III Dec. 04, 2011
True Blue Music Lovers
Eyes squeezed, ears held shut,
When the Koto is plucked, and
Kimono girl shrieks in league,
After much sake,
The Zither is fined tuned, and
The Soprano is well dressed.
2019 April 29
*3rd Place*
Best Sedoka - 577-577
~~Lu Loo
This is my humble tribute to
the lovely color known as blue
whether your a blue so bright
or blue that's darker than the night.
I love you in most every shade
that the good Lord ever made
like blue of endless azure sky
or blue that's baked into a pie.
The cobalt on a moonlit night
when the stars are shining bright
swimming in an inky sea
is such a precious sight to me.
Here's to the blue that's on the jay
who chases other birds away
and blue shadows in the snow
as the evening starts to grow.
Then there's the blue that is so light
that you could almost call it white
and baby blue that looks so sweet
as booties on such tiny feet.
So here's to you dear color blue
the only color known as true
a lovely color through and through
this is my humble poem to you.
Inspired by Kristen Reynold's Breathing Color Into January contest
....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry,
letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.
I will never be ready even though you signal your leaving
I foolishly keep the bright days since so much yet needs sharing
of long partings after our intense then rare meetings
of wild childhood stories and unfathomable blur future waiting
nowhere we could ever imagine even truly existing.
The beauty of the freely crystalized future has then come true
with your unchanging care and simple soul in skillful gesture of true blue.
You know I love you so much even in my silence
I know you’re now gone, but forever unforgotten,
Wishing you were here, silently cheer our encounters often
even if I know much of your pain and sometimes helplessness stands
in the face of bitter destiny, we all struggle to walk away, to just be gone.
But we can’t lie that time to bodily part will come anon, perhaps this afternoon breeze
just in time to forget our worries, but to thankfully remember our sweet memories
of how much I love you…
And I will always do
in the deep ocean of true blue.
(28 October 2022)
True blue
sweet glue
love hurt
dust dirt
kiss this
diss miss
resting
testing
Footles
kuddus
DOM'
These thoughts are crystal clear in feelings
towards a beautiful gem
dazzling aurora of lighting color
falling into loves sweet
everlasting touching a dream
The fondest memories come flooding back
walking along the golden sands
with my dog buster
him dancing around
floating lovingly on natures breeze
Tears begin rolling down the face
looking skyward
a full moon face in her pearly white attire
Winds blowing quite strongly across the ocean
touching inner humming whistles
Silver reflections of her face shine
dancing in each and every single ripple
Light of truth is a burning torch
forever warm and loving
forgiving always to the end
is this real I ask myself over and over
Watching you sleep smiling deep inwardly beautiful
putting my nose to your hair loving how it smells
for me baby the sweetest scent of you
Knowing smiles upon your angel face
this dream is it real pinching myself
Sleeping beauty I thought in that moment
A fairy tale breathing ever so slowly lowers and rises
deep gentle soft fluttering warm breaths
as i watch you sleeping
One prize for a king who is lucky in love
one I spent a while writing, finished it on a walk last night looking at a full moon
A die hard fan I have been. Remember thinking, 16 games 17 weeks, even the Lions will pull off a win. Preseason champs yes we might of been. But 0-16 meant a lot more my friends. That year is gone and history has been made. But as for my fan-hood it shall never fade. I've stomped through the bad waiting for the good. Draft another W.R., you really think we should? Memories of number twenty, how he'd Barry the pride of the D. He's the greatest King, but more yet he's the Legacy. So what we haven't seen the playoffs since the year of 99. The roar has been restored with Detroit City feeling floored. Another trip to the red-zone w/ options unlimited. What number you think claims the most Detroit fitted? Two arms go up as they see the corner route. Jump ball to eighty one, so easy it's fun. When the linebacker bites at LeShoure and the smash. Hit Pettigrew in the middle, you been played like a fiddle. As the D.B's seem overwhelmed when Stafford takes helm. The most heart in the game, our Iron man puts your Q.B. to shame. Now to turn to the D, what do we see? Delmas w/ a pick 6 from 103. As Fairley and Ezekiel sit stalking there prey, looks like Suh just stomped your last hopes, on this very day. Like Hanson's dedication, a Lions roar is what I'm saying. All the cheese heads realize this, pasteurized to the Superbowl we go. No doubt we will finish our goal. Finally a man named Schwartz has took control. Please all of you fans that have been TRU , join me now in a, HEY GREEN BAY **** YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So Marmites great leader has spoken
He finally came out of his jar
His soldiers which are yet to be named
Are travelling to our Aussie land afar
Sir Tom states Vegemite is the poor mans Marmite
That is not quite true
It’s actually the other way around
As Marmite is what you wipe of your shoe!
Our bright yellow lids are off and we are ready
For our Vegemite we will forever protect and defend
The Vegemite Vixens will show no mercy
We will battle these inferior Marmite soldiers til the end!!
If any of our Marmite enemies are captured
They will be stripped naked and disciplined
By covering their own body with marmite
Then left naked in the hot Aussie desert
To let nature do it’s thing!!
We await your arrival our butter knives in hand
With toast, butter and confident anticipation
Ready to wipe that disgusting marmite of your face
And spread Vegemite throughout all nations!
When words do not describe a picture inside
A blossom of great beauty that relay passion
The idea of one is only one because it is life
Staring into the sky I seldom get my answer
But when I stare into a blue day it is clear
To me it is no need to even talk for the moment
Because just looking is enough to see what is
I get lost in a blue vision, blue thought
And I do not have any destination to reach out
What is funny is that I get persuaded by blue
Blue its kind of color that is peaceful for me
I do not deny that a blue eyed lady will appear
If she does I am crashing into a blue wave of sea
Because my dream is to look into one eyes
I will drown in such fantasy and be mesmerized
I know I’m strong but just like superman
My kryptonite is blue eyes, and that will be
My passion is so high with the person I would care
This lady with kindness with open heart she will share
The lady who has vast sky in her eyes will free me
Would send me up, up, up into heaven
Not to die, just to feel how angels fly in the sky
When she stares at me it would be a gift
A logical moment that is like a wide blue sky
Clear without a cloud, bird, airplane, just the sun
Giving warmth into the blue, vast open space
More so a blue sky, lifting souls in and out
Out of this world and into the ocean of life
But when passion proves that souls can breath
The blue sky is what I just need, it cures my illness
It devours my fear to be me is just to stand quiet
Standing by her who has the bright blue eyes
A lady that does not deny my own goals, as is
As is my passion for trusting the open sky
It protects us and keeps the cold space away
This lady is my blue sky, my blue passion
To describe my blue eyed lady would be my sky
My world vast and pure, with wings that is
The life of me as I stare into the blues sky
My lady is the world, my blue sea, my hope
My smile till the end of my life, she will keep me
Covering me in her embrace under the blanket
The Blanket is the passion of the blue sky grace
Betwixt these tithes at her antiquities keen asylums; a foretokens child esoteric
Paleolithic etchings; afore their myths the caverns Acheron's absolved; loric tides..
Acute, this illness ironic it's stones ? Theology sects scribes a second coming as time.
Mirroring the Sky
A frozen webbing of Ice
Beautiful : Blue Hue
Inspired by Raul Moreno's Contest " Icy Cascade "
This stretch of blue
Through my city it runs
Under bridges of old
And the newest of ones
Through a channel of green
To the Moray Firth
Its idyllic in vista
The view is well worth
Can you imagine
When you sit on its banks
The clear fresh air
In atmosphere thanks
On its bend to its right
In contour follow
On the hill their stands
A view to swallow
In red sandstone build
This structure of grand
Inverness Castle
For the Hanoverian stand
But Spring times the best
Even though, there are buttercups
But when the Daffodils bloom
They just don't seem enough
For the banks turn
From greens to yellow
As if painted this way
By an artist fellow
But honestly Soupers
I can sit here and tell
To be totally honest
You have to see it, for yourselves
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/inverness.php
Sky is blue, sea is blue
Wind blew blue waves up bijou
White queue of waves and clouds skew
The dinky-di blue brew with icing goo
Yellow and green mixed as glue
Makes true blue spew for you
To dab on pew, view, canoe and shoe
To worship the true blue hue anew
A color treat, a fondue imbue, chew
For blue, I'm so fond of you
True Blue Knights
In days of old, when knights were told that damsels
Were in trouble,those brave men would ride out
On their trusty steed only with a sword and sheild,
Risking their life to protect them. They would also fight
For King and Country, regardless of the quest
Fighting bands of enemy soldiers would put them to the test.
In modern times those knights are gone, but the cause is still alive
These true blue knights they call Police with their
Shiny sheild and Gun, their steed is now a motor bike
Which catch criminals on the run; though times
Are very different now, the aim is still the same,
These true blue knights work just as hard,
Keeping law and order once again.