Best Umbers Poems

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Gustav, how you pique the senses
          captured passion's plural tenses

lovers twined in percale folds
          caught supine with spattered golds

porcelain dolls in fetal slumbers
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I am not sure whether I am missing you or that you are missing life~

                       In Spring you like to smell the grass....

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A blood-dipped letter lies before me,  
Wrapped in moth-ridden silk,  
Written by your ghastly fingers.  
The cold of another bleak fortnight settles in,  
While crimson-eyed ravens rest upon creaking window sills.  

Stoking the fire, umbers rise and dissipate before me,...

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A beautiful creation does exists;
for God has, in Jesus' kingdom, lain marble.
Numbers of pearls.
Quazars radiate skywards,
 torchlighting unbelievable views, without.
Xenophobia;
Yahweh, zilches....

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A bell-jar, crystalline, as transparent as an aquarium
Vibrant colors burnt umbers tints glass atop the kitchen table.
No elaborate gardening, just gentle misting in the terrarium
Muted pinks, earthy tones, texture soft as Siberian sable
My supercilious ways are overridden by fecund elegance. 
Gather around my friends and...

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Petroleum translucent wings wave upon a sage green moss
Whilst vibrating webs in fevered mood delight a flies flight loss
Tinkering thoughts they travel over a calming cool breeze break
Smiling eyes, a touch, a breath, do beguile upon one gentle lake

Cotton thoughts on wistful clouds disturb differing...

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Spring rises and is reborn
   with a warm, glowing morning sun.
May apples, marsh daisies, wild purple, yellow and white violets
   peek from the earth with round glossy greens and flowers.
Wild scallions, stretch tall and gangly, feathering the air
   as...

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With chilling breaths, October's magic sighs

          The pastel golds and umbers drifting bright

               And all its wonder sparkling 'midst your eyes

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I thought of “Far Away” as an escaping,
wild trees and flowers in all their rapt fury.
To be free of love and all its stiff draping,

fleeing dark emotions in a swift hurry.
Now I see bright orchids in their wild scaping,
shades of magenta, aqua and snow flurries.

But...

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Reds, golds, and umbers
The trees all have shades of these
When Autumn does start
A lovely display they are
Smart groupings of radiance

Russell Sivey...

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E-very tick of the clock
L-ets us be in a hurry; 
L-ife on earth is too short; 
A-ll of us must not tarry.
I-n front of us we see
N-umbers of people outside; 
E-ach chance we must take to snatch them from evil pride.

B-oost into dynamic speed, 
R-apidly...

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The day chilled rainy and gray
 allowed the wind to sweep and sway
each and every tree that held tight its leaves
 now released them to the slightest breeze.
Driving down the blackened road eroding
 macadam faded into a multitude of leaves exploding,
the palette of beige colors...

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Sunrise beach walkin'
no need for talkin'
when elements transcend all language.

My hand in your hand hold
seashells unswept by calm
receding tide
still swelling.

Burnt umbers stroke aqua
marines break through gull
wing thunder haloed
in hallowness.

No space for shallowness
much less for callowness
hope for tomorrow struts sure gently
proffered, dawn's break of night.

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Turns me...

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Summer's green vistas sang a farewell tune
as bare limbs gently swayed in a chill wind.
It swept o'er hills, beneath a harvest moon,
filching leaves; a theft it could not rescind.

Autumn is gilded with bucolic hues.
Fawn feathered birds wing in indigo skies.
Burnished umbers and rusts imbued with...

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A cinder,
neither coal nor ash,
my life,
clogs the roots of swaying carnations.
Fear, like a cheetah, runs faster than discretion.
Helplessly you tear off the last page
of the book
without reading the end.

One petaled coral, green,
hides the white death,
drowning the hope.
The river has changed the course,
without meaning, purpose,
meandering, engulfing...

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