Obsidian curly hair
Honey tinted skin
Big ears chained to silver crosses
Dark-brown, warm eyes
Curves of graceful symmetry
Return to Valinor at once!
Before I worship more than your skin,
Lest my heart warm up to yours
Mayhaps you await your Elessar,
Do you see him in me?
She stands there in front of the desserts
Like a porcelain doll that’s healthier than a stick
Her dark brown hair straighter than fir with a tiny smile
And a little voice in addition to Barley eyes looking nice in a Chocolate blouse
And blueberry pants
Though I cannot seem to place my proverbial finger on who she reminds me of
And can only guess her actual name which might not have any fame
I can imagine the little lady in a lemon top and cherry skirt dancing during a duet
Resting with a cold glass of pop between songs
It’s curious what the imagination shows us at any one time
Most of the time it’s something good but on rare occasion it isn’t
Even though it may seem like it is-such water that’s not really there
Or tourists on an Island who appear to be buccaneers
You're so beautiful
I love your brown eyes and how easy it is to lose myself in them
I love your dark brown hair dangling just to your neck
Your smile bright and wide
And how you squint when you smile big enough
I love the passion in your eyes when you explain something to me
And the excitement in your voice
I could listen for days
I don't know what'll happen for the next two months
I'll be lost
I'll have much less to write about
I hope you don't leave my mind
Because you've been there constantly,
I don't know what would fill the space you occupy if you left
Lucky for me I don't think you will leave
There will always be something that reminds me of you
I don't doubt that
I'll look for things I think you'd find funny
Or weird
Or interesting
Just to have a reason to talk to you
Just so I can have something somewhat meaningful to share with you
Something to keep the conversation going
You've become all I write about
And I don't want to run out of ideas.
Your eyes gleam in the dark-
like a fox's- golden flecks illuminated,
in the mists of your eyes,
as the breeze brushes through your hair,
I've always ached to follow.
My favorite color is your dark green.
I told you that, didn't I?
And the sound of your voice-
even though you are terribly silent at times,
lost in your own fantasies,
wrapped in shadows.
You'd say white didn't suit you,
but it makes you shine- from within,
and your dark brown skin glows.
I told you that, didn't I?
And so many times, I've yearned to tell you
how beautiful you are,
everytime you sit beside me,
a silent comfort to each other,
quiet from a rejection,
you, the hopeless romantic,
falling in love with everyone,
except the only one who has ever thought
of you with nothing
but a deep ache in her heart-
the kind she knows
will never be returned
I loved you.
I never told you that, did I?
I wish I had.
5. "May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
From March the dark brown
when soil is turned down
soon quiet seedlings rise
with a bright green surprise
bursts of pink, red or blues
all provide summer’s muse
still there follows more green
until all sprung and preen
delightful is May’s greenery
full of hope in its scenery
Home is down south and a little to the west
Where the flatlands,dusts, and winds are the very best,
Inside Texas resides the place of Lubbock
Where the sky and earth are a nice russet,
To live inside the bustling city
With the restaurants, shops, and big college building
Or out in the outskirts of town,
Where the farmers plant crops in the earth that’s dark brown,
Although it may not be a thrilling place to be,
It is what I call home and it means the world to me.
Dark brown eyes enslaving my soul
Always on alert and patrol
His kind heart always on show
He’s not a boy that goes with the flow
He loves his life to be regimented
Nothing a guess but predicted
His belly rumbles at the same time
Knows what tricks to play to get his dime
He is sweet and caring to all he meets
A special boy who manipulates for treats
He knows how to give a cuddle
And how to dive in a muddy puddle
He shows warmth and kindness
Loyal and life’s brightness
And he is one of three
One of the three best dogs in the world, you don’t have to agree
What did I just step in
It’s sticky and dark brown
I’m trying to walk really fast
But it just keeps slowing me down.
What did I just step in
Is it chocolate or brown glue
Whatever it is it’s sure stuck fast
Right there upon my shoe.
What did I just step in
Is it natural or some waste
Shall I quickly stick my finger in
And have a little taste?
Tasting to identify
Isn’t something you should do
Especially when it turns out
To really be dog poo!
I am in love with you
your dark brown eyes melt my heart away
you stole my heart in a weird way
but that's what I love about you
you don't surger code thing not always at least
you tend to make it about you in the end
I'm addicted to you
I cant ever let you go because
I love you and you love me
Grandmother was a beauty in her way
Dark brown skin like a Hershey bar
Salt n pepper black hair wisped by wind
As she snaps green peas in a bowl
The sunflowers she planted so romantic
Casting seeds like red roses in the breeze
Feeding the birds in belly and our eyes
Like bowling balls knocking down such sights
Her bare feet ashy knock knees calloused
From praying the most selfless prayers
She dips snuff and spits in an old Pepsi can
Unashamed of her poverty and southern accent
There, the wooden beam stood
A conceptional use of wood
A burnished dark brown colored stain
Embellished the natural grain
Bracing the ceiling from the floor
Another piece our oaken door
Was this the use god meant you for
Aside shading hill, mead and moor
And blushing with the colours of autumn and spring
Scarcely now we see you were a living thing
Or at least a part
Of a work of art
That held our mortal eye
Attuned with earth and sky
Please, a silent moment for my soul in mourning
While they cradle the warblers bedight the morning
So sorry that I could not have more cherished thee
Only now realizing the scope of your tragedy
From dark-brown bare bones, blood-red garnets swing.
Green jade leaves spread their ballet-dancing shades.
In storms, these garnets, to twigs, tightly cling.
Knit with tender stems, these look like cockades.
Their prism hues shatter like topaz blades.
I see, in plums, calmness and tranquil growth.
How they valiantly face wild nature's wrath!
These little fruits hold divine elegance.
Never one could see in plums any sloth.
Each plum is a celestial resonance.
fertile ground was found
the soil a rich deep dark brown
the seeds were welcome
Have it
At room
Temperature
Before cooking.
No marinade.
Just coarse salt
And pepper.
Hot heavy pan
Medium to high heat.
Flip when seared.
Dark brown.
Lower heat.
Lotsa butter,
Mushrooms,
Chopped shallots,
Drops of
Lee and Perrins.
Squirt of lemon &
Dash of parsley
At the end.
Have a warm plate.
Drop it all from the pan.
Keep plate
On low warm.
Let it sit for 20min.
Tenderloin is delicate.
food and medicine
red or yellow and dark brown ~
so sweet like honey
A fruity haiku Poetry Contest. Sponsored by lovely poetess Tania Kitchin.
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