Dyed Poems

On The Road Again

Two of us on a sixties hippie trip
to see if our gears would slip or mesh
innocent but wary yet wide-eyed
to the Imperial city of Marrakech
she perfumed with patchouli
me I traveled totally tie-dyed
all around was peace and love
we teamed to a tee and seemed
a fit the perfect hand in glove
but not long later it was deemed
as

When Yellow Flower Was Dyed Orange Then Red

In this summer month of her what would have been her 21st birthday,
I see bed of withering red orange tiger lilies and say,
"Your death reddened you, yellow flower, into an orange, then red."

Life Is Like Dyed Black

Sometimes life is dyed black. 
All you see are blackness
Forgotten hope to look for.
The day seems to be night, 
Sadness and emptiness in the heart. 
But life is the most wonderful gift. 
And even in the darkest night, 
There always light that guides our way.

dyed memory

—Blackout.
                            \ rewind \\ 

9pm,
my messy curls sizzled 
as chemicals
flow down the drain—
              raven,
 

Tie Dyed Hand

I have been called a hippy dippy;
Transient, I travel when I can,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;

Traveling from city to city,
that flower child who lives in a van;
I have been called a hippy dippy;

My spirit’s always been a gypsy;
With a tie dyed hand sign it began,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;

Cliche’ but I’m

Dyed-In-The-Wool

Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously gripping the rolled spent yarn
that edges fingertips loosely as threads
answer questionable finds, stitch-by-stitch.
Period accentuates the sensed thence
for the bestilled entangled narrative
plots exclamation points of those foregone
chapters ... period midst frames

When Eyes of Turquoise Dyed the Skies

I see you ‘cross the vast expanse,
a love disguised in dreamy whirl
and clothed in raiment sun-spun gold
as wispy cirrus wraps your dance
the music of your sigh aswirl -
a breeze I feel but cannot hold,

but dance I will with memories
though for your arms I’ll ever pine,
I look to skies for bluest eyes 
at times behind the

Only Dyed

I dyed my hair red
now he’s dying for me
the flames leaping
no shame
no shame
he is wide-eyed
puppy-tailed
i’ll lead him by the leash
release him
release me
can you see us
on the front cover
of a trashy romance
i dyed my hair red
oh the flames
be flying
I’m swatting him away
the grays no-mattering
it’s a crying shame
we must grow old
oh the boldness
the brave
we’re not dead yet
only

Grandma Dyed Her Hair Bright Green

Grandma loved the Christmas scene
                She even dyed her hair bright green
And though her bones did surely ache
        She somehow found the strength to bake

Her cookies, sweets and cakes of fruit
  

Dyed-In-The-Wool

Dyed-In-the-Wool! 

Stains there in your palms, wallowing, ling'ring, 
Metamorphosed into tears and so drips, 
Tainting where they plunge, and you're unsullied?  
19:03:12:08:52

Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Dyed-in-the-wool

A Dyed Flower and a Simulated Gemstone

a dyed flower is like a simulated gemstone
they are unnatural,
unfounded, rather orchestrated,
unnaturally pretty, 
prettier than the natural 
flowers and the natural gemstones
people are sometimes like this,
unnatural, unfounded, rather orchestrated,
prettier than the natural people.
They are real, just in a better way,
easier to appreciate and love

Dyed With Madness

The Moon She glares from the ebon Halls,
As the sea stretches too taste Her galls,
The Candelabra dyed as magick stole its pore,
Starry night blackened as She sinks to the core,

The Sol it shone from the crimson sea
Like an awl stuck in a forsaken tree...
Dead leaves rustle on its rooted lawn,
Wolves grow silent on this lonesome

His Hair Was Dyed Red

the world watches Holmes
sit “dazed” in the courtroom,
with each mainstream media
monolith
churning out the sound bites
referencing his eyes & his
red hair---
the picture that goes viral is
of course the one that can
be likened most to something
out of Heath-Ledger-as-The-
Joker-101, 
visually answering questions
for the people at home,
because we all know that
individuals who dye their hair
red are megalomaniacs who
will more

Dyed In Wool

It has to be deeply personal, you said
As if the sun is not so
Nor the moon
As if the verdant lane
Fenced in by memories of you and me
And the lonely jackal on distant moor
Are enough to create human mystery

When through shimmering haze the moon is full
The web is shut, the famous mistletoe 
has dripped its cool,
A

Eggs Dyed

E...Eggs dyed pretty colors in baskets
A...All nestled in pastel artificial
S...Synthetic grasses, waiting the time
T...To be hidden, then found again, yea!
E...Easter's meaning disguised ..what's needed
R...Redemption, salvation at the Cross

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