We live together
People, nations, countries, continents
White, brown, and black look different
Maybe, but behind an ancient heart
Our lives have come to colorful life
Colors are different, but together one
There is no color. All the colors are the light.
More than the rainbow. Illusion that life
We live together. We can. In the light
The question, urgent and acute, that fashion
asks every woman daily: what does she
prefer? A Ricci’s chic, a chilly passion
of Ungaro, an ease of Givenchy?
What’s better? A dramatically black look
or, say, an all-white? A silk cape with strappy
heels or a floral-printed dress like Brook
Shields in “Allure”? The one that makes her happy.
So what if… Her glance falls upon the photo
of her grandchildren on the wall. Her heart
melts. She puts on a free tee-shirt from Moto,
old jeans and, happiest, goes to Walmart.
17.11.2019
Fashion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
MID-NIGHTMARES
It haunts the wicked parts of sleep,
where even dream's darkest corners will not tread.
Drowning shadows in the stinging tears we weep,
immobilizing dream and dreamer, frozen to the bed.
We cannot move a lower limb or arm,
and every image seen will prick the skin.
Grit fear, the grizzly thing will strike and harm,
and strangle dreamer with its seething grin.
Darkest fears that make the blackest black look white,
and play frenetic brain with worst scenario and dread.
A thousand deaths as though the sky were blind of stars at night,
nor birth by sun will cease these apparitions boiling in our head.
No air to lungs nor breath to spirit as we sleep,
and blue the blood is tainted by the plots and schemes.
The heart may jump or run and charge to sudden leap,
and straightaway we're lost in frail and whispered dreams.
Each of us delivered from the vile unpleasant thing,
for one warm soul to wake us with the morning's bell.
Companion, embrace and take us up and under wing,
and send the beasts of vision back to fade away in hell!
By Edlynn Nau
May 12, 2015
Contest: Dark Poetry
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed: SECOND PRIZE
Snowy eerie cloud shaped like a flying man,faceless,behind him chunks of success.
In seconds it transmogrify s into a Beautiful Hurricane.
Black color despises the white beginning.
Taking over,black fencely loves freedom that's illusive,as its semi-trapped by white.
So white loved black by hiding light somehow,for it knew black's care would eventually retrogress hearts.
Again black shows love,as it crucifys freedom by introducing justice-in.
White hates a little more by criticizing the suggested color blend of fidelity-in.
To interchange,the painter asks,
"Does white make black look good,or vice versa?"
Poet,"Are they not both colors with a purpose."
Singers sang that song,nothing has changed to date.
By M.O.O aka The color blind human
I'm not so very evolved you see
For Halloween this is what I'll be
Dressed in brown from head to knee
With huge red lips for all to see
Big white socks on hands and feet
Eyes painted black look so neat
Red yarn top-not flopping down
And tail a'dragging on the ground
No darned banana for this beast
Candy corn my favorite feast
A Sock Monkey doesn't seem so scary
Perhaps I'll attack my friend Larry
Apologies once more to Larry Belt...
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