Black Dahlia, lily, rose, cosmos, tulip, pansy,
Attract more than multi-colored flower-fancy...
Black - an amalgamation of colors many,
Has lots of rainbows hidden, within its belly!
Symbol of strength, wealth, elegance, intelligence;
Death, decay, and unknown too is black resilience!
Color Black can courageously stand up and say:
I help you, colors, to stand out and stably stay!
Blackness covered all before God's new creations,
Death and devil too are black-power foundations.
Humans need not cling to fairness or goldenness,
God has dwelling also in good-willed dark boldness.
Orange, yellow, green - cannot indigo avoid,
If Rainbow drops any, won't God's designs go void?
Applauding all colors is a human response,
Avoiding any, simply, is impuissance!
26 August 2021
The Color Black Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
In the dusk of one fine morning
I awoke within my dream
To some gentle voices whispering
'bout a place I've never seen
Beckoning me to come and join them,
I could do nothing but agree
And with that thought upon my mind,
In no time it came to be
Bathed throughout with warm emotion,
All was bound, nothing separate
All-That-Is was part of me,
And I, in turn, a part of it
We listened to the sunshine,
Heard the sounds of goldenness
Brightly amber sound waves resound
In the vastness
Reverberation of a feeling,
Caressing all along it's way
The wordless realization
Of all the thoughts you cannot say
Flowing colors of the spectrum
Soothe each niche of consciousness
Every ray with it's own meaning,
Absorbing all and nothing less
Now I lay here on my bed,
Tears flowing from my eyes
Wishing I was back,
At my home within the sky
But my sadness drifts away,
The tears on my cheeks are gone
For I know I will return,
When my work here has been done.
The gift of time exposes all to the blind, as the gift of love warms you heart and soul. To
break the mold is to stifle the soul as a whole making one feel old.
Friends are hard to come by, when you find one never say goodbye. Through an eye one
sees the goldenness of eve. Are you a friend to me I pray that you be.
Did God send you to me or are we friends to be, so friends are we let’s not destroy what will
be. We belong with thee, as friends.
A relationship hold will evaporate our gold, with nothing to hold we grow cold and old,
standing bold like statues made of stone; alone!
Have we grown to stone, on our own throne alone, many times we have shown what we are
own our own, when we feel stripped we will groan.
While on our own we sit on our throne made of stone, though we may groan, we both know
we are home in a place we feel is our own.
To take for granted what we have we would be fools without the tools, to make each other
happy.
Taking all this into heart you will always be a part, inside you and I there is a friendship that
will never die.
James C Bryant Jr.
December 31, 2001
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