Laced by dainty petite waltzing flowers,
listening to their soft whispers to the bees
and butterflies, my summer days were ecstatic,
eyes felt alive with vibrant colours,
my heart felt vivacious with the melody of nature.
It's time now to bid adieu to warm days,
with a spirited foliage of farewell, tiptoeing in
a veiled bride with crimson, magenta, amber…
whirling, swirling, twirling whimsical leaves
trees are decorated with, and some
sprawled creating a velvety tapestry
under the soon-to-be bare branches,
no less gorgeous than the glorious flowers
ravishingly stunning, and exquisitely opulent,
enchanting human senses, hearts and souls
erasing their bleakness and melancholy.
O fall, let this poignant lore of love wrap my imagination
forever with a faint aura of sublime feelings,
I glide through the season with an ethereal sensation,
My existence transcends into a rare celestial experience....
with burgundy, ochre, sepia, sage, scarlet.....and more!
folded the sheep's skin
first bromeliads blossom
cape starlings less puffed
we wake from underbelly
soft oranges fall exposed
Repeated explanations shutter,
lights crawls through,
storing, and new glass encompasses over years.
Reds first flood into pink,
which bleeds into the silky handiwork of the toy maker,
a testament of effort and a drag in the dirt where wrists ache.
Chapters sculpt where lessons are learnt.
Green sidelines uniform greys where improvement and deterioration mean the same thing.
White pools where words were suspended and boiled to molten.
Blue hope swirls actively amongst it all, the promise of a fly’s infatuation to embrace the inside of a shell.
Colour explodes and light fractures through once saturated,
No matter an attempt at dignity, it bleeds through in a ray of illness all the same, shaking fingers glow a pink hue.
“I told you I was sick” echoed in the mind and it reverberates in the glass,
reds shine through upon reflection from blue, green and orange.
The image it makes stark against the atmosphere’s ivory.
The patterns stain all that the eyes drink with the pressing distant promise of return.
Pastel pages turn and turn,
colour mix turning to burn.
Foster baby cries its first,
bursts of today taking its turn.
Every shade will have its season,
every fire will find its reason.
Blister pack locked it in,
soaking up packets of sin.
Last moments in the soup,
regaining a sense to recoup.
Hold the light against the glass,
let the colours drift and pass.
Nothing owed and nothing lost,
only the turning, only the cost.
Past the future round and round,
pure chaos in master the sound.
Beauty in the knowing.
Everything showing.
With an ultra-hard stainless-steel exoskeleton
said to weather any storm
the price alone leaves me cold
in every way shape or form
to describe the Tesla Cybertruck
or so I have heard
in the iconic unpainted silver metal
'origami' is the word
at least that's how it looks
and said to come in 'any colour'
as long as it's 'nothing'
'puce' is not in the books
Take a child, any child
And paint it any colour.
Place it in any mother’s arms,
Anywhere in the world: watch it grow.
Tell me now, who to blame for the disorder,
the chaos and prejudice in this anomalous world.
(3rd Placement Win in Line Gauthier's Bite Size No 150 contest)
demure hushed in Avalon fog
weaving fables at grey spindles
river was tableclothed quiet
whiteness soft enveloped bodies
silvery sheath covered psyche
maidens mature into women
protective watchful fog unveils
ripened wombs awakening pink
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sponsor : Nette Onclaud // 2.8.26
contest : Eight by Eight : theme Fog
Placing: Third
Written with love and appreciation to all at Poetry Soup by scottydotti the poet
31/07/2026 5am
P oetry Soup team you rock
O nly been a member short time, love this family
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T here are beautiful friendships blooming in my life
R eally glad I found this family, this creative space
Y ou're all appreciated for the hardwork you do
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COLOUR PERCEPTIONS
entirely
sympathetically
disposed
&
procuring
propensity
always
in harmony
possibly
surpassing
wonderful
..aesthetic
considerations
often
spoken
&
following
preferences
colourings
of
sea-green
yellowed-red
Justice or JUST US -
It seems to be - that this is NOT -
Just a trend, but a common thread,
To how things seem to work -
And no I'm not being woke,
Us Black people just seem to know,
How -
This world works.
We see with our eyes open,
They see with wilful ignorance,
Double standards become the white man’s self fulfilling prophecy,
A legacy -
Created to keep Black people in a state of misery,
In a state of unwanted complacency,
In a state of anxiety -
Of an unknown future,
Where self defence is a life sentence,
And being attacked is a death sentence
Justice was never for US,
Just for U -
Who?
Non Black people -
They get excuses,
We get damnation,
Their violence is proof - of abuse,
Our innocence - twisted to fit the narrative,
Damned if we defend ourselves, damned if we don't,
Either way we don’t get to go home,
A body bag or a prison cell?
Either option is a different version of hell.
Justice is not for us -
A Black person.
We do not get the privilege of impartiality,
Just the label of guilty,
Where the colour of our skin -
Meant justice was a case we would never win.
soft yellow
streaked
terra cotta
shadowing
speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff
upon the cochineal
brilliant
boneblack
grizzled
&
engrain
a
citrine carnation
as
fallow flaxen
rustic rubrical
rainbow tint
the magenta
mandarine
unseen
an ultra-marine
tinged burnt
sienna
reflects
a golden flame
raw
upon
umbery
an
earth green
a
bright mosaic
gold mottled
&sallow sorrel
in
virent yellow
once
oak stained
the pale apricot;
becomes
blood red
russet dotted
the olive lind
a
freckled crimson
whilst
a chestnut maroon
on fuchsias
faded
an
apple green
as burnt umber
sank deep
into
sanguine slumber.
iris diffuse
colour irrelevant
silver slivers radialize
as dark emotions pass
light cadences
kaleidoscope
eyes remain core's mirrors
refracts every rainbow facet
ascending prisms delight
iris is bridge
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Third Placement: Standard
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
June 26
uteric fire rises glowing across
sacral waters, delivering
umbilical vibrational luminosity
to crown —-
I am Phoenix from Golden Sun
arriving black vulture feathered
scattering ash you lovingly
sowed …
crimson mirrors my pupils
pierce each cell
penetrating what is to
transmute as Rubicon awaits not
rabid roaring apricot black ____
veined breasts exude milk
for next
i l l u s i o n ~
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GOLD Placement Poem
Allpoetry May 26
Image Contest
quilt in waves a rainbow ocean
etheric your ambrosia whiffs
whirling my waist
I wash dishes
rain swallowing chores, blood red hot
garden path waits your stoic tread
rockery longs for guitar thumbs
astral breath brushes rose petals
sun rises steady in fall sky ~
sorrow songs reaps benefit of time
your initials melded to mine in rhyme
astral skin blankets my chest
stormy waters
do not drown
your pauses
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Placed 8th : Premier Contest
Sponsor : Brian Strand : May 26
van Gogh’s yellow transmuted — s a p p h i r e
on palette before my irises
faded sunflowers become
black butterflies
F l uttering
on outskirts of red beginnings
from cocoon onto canvas
is it my blue seraphim core
they seek to touch ?
astounded I splotch violets whispering
so they have nectar to quench
birthing thirst_____ white
sinking back into
sapphire SEA
I report to Neptune
all is well ~
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Unnamed Painting : Suzanne VanBebber
Private : Image Copyright : Oregon : May 26
Silver Winner Poem : Allpoetry.com : May 26
Assessor : Suzanne VanBebber
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