October is a full box of thirty-six crayolas
Oranges, reds, gold…like sparkling colas,
Refreshing the soul like vibrant violas
Taking us higher in colorful gondolas,
All the true colors of summer gladiolas.
Rustle of the browns much like brawn
Damp with the dew of the early dawn,
Rich golden brews just freshly drawn
With smooth tawny of this spring's fawn,
Covering the dying green of my lawn.
Ushers in the holiday’s joyous season
Thanksgiving, Christmas for a good reason
(Merry, bright, joyous, and gleesome)
Ranges in color over the entire canon
Ochre, magenta, rust—all are in fashion
October, Oh, October! month chosen.
written October 4, 2021
Categories:
gleesome, october,
Form: Alliteration
Like a fire placed before her,
Serving as a source of tommorow's shower
Sweat and wail can never be eluded,
As she proceed through the narrow
hotbed
Body disrupted, as unexpected scene erupted
A fearful lass on a hot coal
Experiencing the traumatic show
When the kite of life drove-by
Maintaining her integrity without
loosing her tie
As she lay her hand on the keg of sweat,
She begins to sail out of tommorows fret
Determination truly she adore,
Making her to see success harbour
Tartness like a movie she watch in rising
Then, let the sweet chowder appear in her dusk
With her eyes on her true goal
Strongly, she keeps herself under the broil
Her spirit turns bright,
As she keep off her voyage sprite
Beautiful night she see in true hope
Albeit she hack it in the labour rope
I never knew she could smile like a
valour,
When her appearance becomes sour
A plucky girl with strong power to
steer,
On the negligence of the labour tear
Then, today she see herself in wail
Tommorow will bring gleesome ray.
Categories:
gleesome, best friend,
Form: Rhyme
The Lost Apple
Solemn
Blossom
Gleesome
Possum
Ravening beast, solemn, blossom, dead.
Killer of plants, gleesome, possum, fed.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Tyburn
Categories:
gleesome, food, nature
Form: Tyburn
Nature’s uses chromatic tones in her pallet scheme
She blends them well it seems
Rich browns to dust her grounds
Sapphire blue above in orb
Running clear where water is absorbed
Perhaps the hue of silver now and then
As the color of the house wren
Swirls of brunt amber brushed on limbs
Maybe some yellowish brown on the trims
Wonderful jade and olive green
The great makings of a garden scene
Yes nature knows what colors work best
That’s why she paints red on a robin’s breast
Then in autumn her colors are vivid and handsome
The surrounding feeling is high and gleesome
Crimson and orange peel
All her colors have great eye appeal
A dab of yellow and hint of light green
Make fall truly an artist dream
I say nature is a teacher of sorts
Because even in the ground she has colored quartz
Nature uses chromatic tones in her pallet scheme
And all of them are a earthy theme
Categories:
gleesome, art, nature, seasons, nature,
Form: Lyric
Emerald green throughout the scene,
I’m trapped within the stone,
Every hue of aquamarine and bottle green
The colours of things that grow.
Dappled sunlight filters through,
Light shafts that drift and float
Highlighting the greens of every hue
Picking out every dusty mote
My carpet is of mossy grass soft
Like a wave of soft green feathers
In my little green hidden croft
I sleep lightly in the heathers
The trees of green are old and strong,
Their mighty branches like a roof
Limbs so thick you can walk along
The leaves so big they’re rain proof
When summer comes the flowers bloom
With every conceivable shade
In my home, there are flowers in every room
Deep in my green, green glade
Into my secret dell you cannot come,
Because it was made only for me
It is created by a person so gleesome
It’s what my imagination will let me see
Categories:
gleesome, adventure, imagination, life, green,
Form: Rhyme