ABOVE THE LINE
BELOW THE LINE
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by:Je T'aime Mi amor
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Being in love is a powerful mix
of euphoria, deep safety,
and vulnerability
magnetic pull toward
another person—
a mix of exhilarating nervous
energy and profound comfort
often depict this feeling
through specific emotional
and physical sensations.
Love a copassing empolophment
a woggotintal of tibbifflousitic yearning
a pleasant familiarity
comforting tommorrownistic claim of
having belonging
and a since of pride for which
others might envy
our coupling has bought others
to change the way they speak
to us and about us
our togetherness is now
our togetherness is stored
away for future use
it is remade for timely desire
that it's timely need is restoration
in times of certainty and uncertainty
love is now and forever
the expectation of being with
and the expectation of being apart
might such longing restore the need of
our togetherness.
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Written: April 28, 2026
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To those who weigh the world in chromatic chains, I say:
I am not a color—
not a cast, not a cloak,
not a fleeting film of oak.
I am the quiet quiddity beneath,
the breath before breath,
the ember behind the eyes.
I am not an appearance.
I am an essence—
the amaranthine spark,
the zoetic whisper stark
woven through the body’s brief art.
In my heart
lie folds of forgotten fire,
hollows of hidden hymns,
vaults of velvet silence
where old sorrows soften
and new mercies rise.
In my heart
a city of longings glows—
no red lines,
no barred borders —
no gates to guard the beloved.
All beloved ones dwell there,
all beloved ones,
their names like amber incense,
their laughter a lissome litany
lifting through luminous streets.
In my heart
An olive grove whispers—
It's glittery silver leaves,
with seraphic screams
glued to laden drinking,
from wells of ancient fruits.
In my heart.
The green homeland is blooming —
a haven of eternal thrive
a world where every soul
is seed and soil,
pilgrim and place,
origin and return.
Life turns into
Green when you are engaging with nature
White when leaning towards peace
Red when expressing heartedly love
Yellow when glowing bright
Pink when sharing happiness
Orange when feeling excited
Blue when you truly trust
Purple when pursuing maturity
Brown when moaning and longing
Grey when feeling lonely
Black when existing with mystery
she hung her sari out
on a hilltop clothesline
wisps of colours to the sun
playful lengths of silk
toying with the breeze
flowing swaying dancing
no fanfare no introduction no applause
just the unexpected gift
of an exquisite peaceful moment
of breathtaking beauty
on a sunny april morning
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on August 12, 2025 for contest 1403 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND
C-harming
H-armonies
E-nchant,
L-etting
S-ympathy
E-mbrace
A-ll
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Monocrostic
Sapphyric sunbeams whisper roseate daydreams,
Bioluminescent spectrum serenade neon-lit streams.
a black eyes white bird
chromatic sunset turquoise
rainbow tail and crown
I wear my emotions on my face,
Cry at the snap of your hand,
With seriousness, life I embrace,
A tender touch, I demand,
Kind and gentle with a smile always,
That's what you will see outside,
Inside, I churn and hide my malaise,
You'll never know why I cried,
With straightforward faith to lead me on,
A poem to match my moods,
Looking forward to heaven's new dawn,
Brazenness, my pen exudes.
3rd May 2023
For "Character traits" contest
Sponsor: Angela Tune
chromatic colors
filter down from trees
black cat walks
the season’s winds
filter parchment on the ground
crunch of feet
a harvest moon
arises on the horizon
pumpkin patch
I make an autumn
wreath for the door
calico corn
harvested
veggies and pumpkin for pies
thanksgiving treats
CHROMATIC ABERRATION
There’s another epidemic
Now infecting many a mind
With a source hap academic
Bending thought made colour blind
Viewpoints Green colour of nature
Must be blest, no reservation
Though they hide a scarlet tincture
Mask a socialist dictation
Black Lives Matter is respected
Cross the world now near and far
With its red heart unsuspected
Though it beats a Marxist bar
Red can only be rejected
When it’s on a MAGA hat
Some may then try to correct it
With a sneer and thrown brickbat
Pink once tint of ladies choosing
Air of tender love and grace
Now viragos, furies, shrews in
Street protest wave in-your-face
So-called ‘Anti-Fascist’ hosts
Indulge in Fascist style attack
Unaware that irony gross
Mocks their choice to dress in black!
Chromatic aberrations shifts
Dismay this old curmudgeon’s eye
Yet his spirits still feel lifts
To see red white and blue flown high
As the mind is tabula rasa
Runs into deep, deep into sleep-abyss
Enchanted by the wave
Unfasten by the speculum
Grip up a dust from nebula
Meridian air touch the hair
Again to prepare for a slumber
Down to the Caucacious mountain
The arrival of souls up there
To create a new lullaby
Mind is still taking an intercourse
With the unconscious
Travelling upper crest to sable abyss
Tears crawls from the corner of sleepy-eye
For pleasure?
For flatness?
Or blend of two side by side?
STROLLING IN THE VIBRANT OF AUTUMN
Strolling down the park, marvelous sight of wonder,
God’s beautiful landscape in kaleidoscope. My heart
in salutation in vibrant color of the leaves. Celestial
spheres, seems to meet the earth and sky, in bright
hues of stunning red, orange, yellow and purplish
nirvana.
Hand in hands, we strolled, emerald green and
gold splashes walkways. Beds of mums in rustic
classic, some view in bright solid chromatic hues.
The kinder breeze, sending the aroma of
thanksgiving feast.
We felt melancholic in the woods, trees dressed
in elegant gold, tears of farewell, to find rest
on cold grave.The sounds of crickets, signals
male calling, a night of dating. Migrated monarch
butterflies, finding a warmer home, to lay eggs.
Squirrels and herbivorous hare, busy digging burrows,
storing food for winter chill. That afternoon walk brings
romance in scented cold air. We tap dance to the tune
of crunchy leaves, stomped, laughed and rolled on the
bed of crisps and colorful leaves.
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chromatic leaves
reflected in a lake
heavenly blues
The colour of Summer is blue;
A sea of bluebells in the wood,
Blue sky, blue sea and blue lake too,
Light breeze, hot sun and all is good.
The colour of Autumn is gold;
A warm glow from the sinking sun,
Shortening days, the year grows old;
Soon frost and fog : Summer is done.
The colour of Winter is grey;
A monochrome landscape. No light.
A dark and drear December day;
Low-lying cloud, continuous night.
The colour of Springtime is green;
New buds on bushes bursting forth.
So restful, calming is this scene,
Nature awakes ! A bright re-birth.
CHROMATIC SEASONS
paints a young virgin
wrinkles canvas ~ turns hair white
variegated throw
5/8/2017
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