Work Color Poems

I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk...

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Yellow Leaves of Kaj 


Thus, I learn to be glad in this room.  
The Chilghoza of the mind is black but the light is...

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Optic illusion
Teach us how eyes and brain work
In rhythmic motion....

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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IT STARTED WITH A BLANK CANVAS

Come lay your paint on me, it pleaded
I’m here in this garret, naked and cold
So what could I as a...

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I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.

I worked closely with eager...

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unsuccessful humanness

The forest he traveled had many narrow paths, there was always something new to see, like the white tree that
once wanted to be the...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked...

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honeybees in sun
hover through hours like honey
red gold and green blooms

faceted stained fields
fragrant like fumed fantasies
flaunting like fashions

hypnotizing hum
hot high noon activities
plum hourly humdrum...

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Painting You

Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights, 
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you...

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Immune to October extremes
Autumn fuels fantasy dreams.
Setting the poet in me free,
Autumn feels surreal to me.

I see the hand of God at work
validating Nature's artwork.
And...

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I was born on a hazy frosty morn,
when the dawn cast beautiful lilac hues;
a veil of this tint I have always worn,
it is my...

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I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.

My work...

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The sun sets in muted gold glow, 
Shadows darkle the sky's blue brow, 
Salmon clouds spread the sparkle slow, 
As the orange orb's hiding now;

Lilac...

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Molly sat on the backyard porch 
Watching the kids play when Dolly 
Emerged from the doorway and 
Sat with her. "Hey sis how's it going...

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