She is picture perfect in broken glass,
Wearing the look of a heartbroken lass,
Lilacs bloom, but she's not aware, alas!
~
Lavender life goes on, leaves her behind,
For it knows of her hopeless state of mind,
She's in a flux, a depressed black hole bind;
~
Who can rescue her from this forlorn mood?
For she seems saddened and by sorrow blued,
Shards pierced her heart, she cries in solitude;
~
Let her free her mind and bawl in silence,
Bipolar woes have given her license !!
Help her stand against strife in defiance !!
~
Be there for her when she goes through such times,
Pick up the shattered mirror shards sometimes,
Aid her as she builds from them tinkling chimes !!
©Joanna Daniel (26.08.26)
How long? Before he is 'completley gone?'
An accident? Removes the princ-iple..For
The ripples are rolling.' Many are moved.'
Under real complexity..Who can they loose?
Whats affordable.? Who would stand in those
Shoes.? Billions can't buy decency once so much
Is blued..' SIns of scarlet; golden lies, twelve
Million pounds, and suspect alubis..When will
The neck break.? Or that odd shot come? Maybe
A robbery.? What will be told.? Of whats not
Been done.?
The Hurricane and Florida
The green valley near the blue lake
It sounds like a color combination by a happy incident
it was the weather of the day that made nature
impossible romantic
near the lake where Pink Salmond swam and
silver trout vake, in a cave, the Huldra lived
She was beautiful, but not by a human standard
her pussy hair was so long it covered her body
like a hairy curly suit
Could she sing, not half?
snow on mountain tops melted, and bears woke up
from winter rest, blueberry blued in April
I sensed attraction to her splendor but did not see
she had a tail, my ardor cooled
as the old tale tells, humans and trolls do not
mix, life is best lived along racial lines
I had to reject her, but by doing so, she released
a flood of tears that released a surge that was sensed
all the way to Florida
Forgotten
Behind
The me
In the
IS...
Irrelevant
Misunderstood
Feared
But never revered
Worthy...
Of LOVE
I am
Pink energy
Sparking
Hope...
Renewed
Blued
With Red
And Yellow
Creating...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-13-2024
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
So love, I soul sore love you;
Each and every time, I’m much enthralled with you:
I am doubly blued sadden in view;
My hearts eyes are blinded;
My mind is in chanted;
My arms are enwrapped;
I’ve fallen in the trap;
I’m just relaxed, in the love of you;
My heart, beats love my spirit soars;
High above the angels, I’m full of banter;
My mind is set to view;
My whole being loves you;
My hearts eyes are blinded;
My mind is in chanted;
My arms are enwrapped;
I’ve fallen in the trap;
I’m just relaxed, in the love of you;
So love, I soul sore love you;
Each and every time, I’m much enthralled with you:
I am doubly blued sadden in view;
I am that I am;
I am so in love with you;
I am that I am, oh, so I am, I am
I am so in love with you;
7/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
-Oft it did happen in the old age
when blacks were not counted fair enough
to entice sterile yellow and white colors
Or if they were, merit hadn't been given to blacks.
_But now it's black beauty's sequet heir
Nature has been kept apace
Underneath our once blued skys
Truly, a sweat beauty hath no name.
Henceforth, my mistress' eyes are pitch-black
Her beauty; a key to sparkling smile,
Her lips were fairly pink and her hair so suited,
they all smark, and no beauty lacks.
love is too young to know what beauty is.
Yet, who knows not beauty is born of love?
Love is unwanted grasses that grows in the
Mind of a novice soul, then bloom rapidly.
A light
came down from heaven
got confused
with the sun's rays
in a day
happy....
A cloud
separated for a
moment
the show
blue than the sky
offered ... but
the wind suitably
he composed
the cheerful picture
again...
The blued canvas
with the sun
brilliant ... they presented
to everyone
the scenery
of a day
full
of smiles ...
a great day...!
with your blue vision
you offered me white peace world
granted me pink life
What's there to say,
About you and me.
We are two peas in a pod,
Like water and oil.
We don't mix well.
I have sensitivity,
with lots of love from the heart.
Your just a lump of coal left to a child on a Christmas eve night.
You don't love,
You don't know how to.
Your interpretation of love is way off.
Like a washing machine with an unbalanced load,
Your brain runs 360 miles per min,
With me by your side trying to stay caught up.
Just when I think I may have stopped this roller coaster,
You crash and burn.
You start all over again.
This torn into is not for the faint at heart,
Just another burial of fait I use to have.
The Last Walk Together
Shrouds cast purposed a dire malaise,
inscribed plaudits hallow tombstones,
absorbing bores coped brimmed blase,
a raised veil, e'er wet-eyes stream blued,
stays balanced, shifted acquiesce,
resume pace, neglectful of mood,
umbrae molds clear, a mien shone glit,
poised calm prosed a pious meek speech,
laid wreaths, last steps rounds a life flit.
*Used HMS & RZ
2020 October 23
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Tercets
~~Constance La France
A light
came down from heaven
got confused
with the sun's rays
in a joyful day...
A cloud
separated for a
moment
the show
blue than the sky
offered ... but
the wind suitably
he composed
the cheerful picture
again...
The blued canvas
with the sun
brilliant ... they presented
to all
the scenery
of a day
full
of smiles ...
a lovely day...!
https://youtu.be/glXcaD-Zz7M
suggested song lovely day by donovan
At winter end
comes the time of lilac
pubescent shoots tipped light green
budding up and down each branch,
young growth stretching, flexing new muscles
ready and anxious to answer the call;
a gentle but large white sun
hangs low in the gray blued sky,
spring comes as it often does
every year around this time
softly waking earth
shaking loose the ice-cold winter drab
until all is new again
reborn to grow and blossom;
only time, weathered and season worn
anguishes to leave some mark;
this aging earth draws from creation itself
imagining its restart from memory
as humanity appears to remain
self-absorbed, hard-hearted and indulgent
until living in oblivion
returns to see taking in the time of lilacs,
natures bounty and beauty recharged.
VALENTINES DAY IN AUSSIE BUSH
Awakening with a romantic itch,
Then a scratch where I had burst a stitch,
looking at my beaut shagger named sheila,
as a randy ram, try to hug her,
tis Valentines Day in Whattabugga.
Love is in the bush out west,
all that walks, crawls, or calls do their best.
Upon this farm there is no calm,
for all feel that Valentine charm.
Kebabra of sheep
could be heard all night without any sleep.
Calling all crow, this rooster is on show.
That goat, oh damn!, is horny for porky ham,
and Freckie the Frill neck, tries to Goanna,
while the Kookaburra laughs in a speckled bandanna.
My best mate arrives, called Whatafella,
only blued eyed dog in Whattabugga,
with bottle brush from down da riva,
a prezzie for my missus, I try'n' giv ha,
still with wild bees,
to try 'n' please,
smiling "Darls have ne recipes for these.
Love is in the Aussie bush out west,
All that walks, crawls, or calls do their best.
Loving innocence pulses a babe's heart.
Infants receive life with fresh pureness flared
In time, wee ones absorb all their life charts.
Love and other renders sweet pureness mared.
No heart escapes feels from love, pain and scorn.
All chose a weak or brave heartbeat array.
Some hearts retain pure bits, some turn forlorn,
and some burn emotions in fear's ashtray.
My own heart shines opal hues simply bright
from feels most radiant and blued pains mixed,
then glossed in faith caught drops of fluid light.
Either way, my opal heart beats thus fixed.
Perhaps, heart gemstones pulse knowledge to solve
how all newborn hearts may with love evolve.
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