Poignant grey stain hued,
bleak month spawns limp mood,
ashen mists dispatch,
gold, pink, purple gulf,
illusive bridge tween,
bright easel and gloom
spoiled harvest’s glum cue,
winter squash, squashed bloom,
staple fireside chat,
rank odour repast,
lurch to bland essence.
yet dewdrops shroud faith
Hush in the daylight,
Tranquil in the night,
Time colours the sky,
Different portraits,
Different seasons,
So is my journey.
October 1, 2026,
Nette Onclaud,
Color My World Poetry Contest.
pewter clouds hover
over the slate plate
of a lake strewn with
gold and crimson leaves -
all that remain of
autumn’s brighter days
Color My World - Sponsor - Nette Onclaud 9-29-26
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Grey In November
When platinum winds howl
Red leaves turn silver
With their smoky breath
Dove grey clouds reign rain ~
Time for sweet cider
Next to a warm fire.
Silent and colder
November is grey
dying leaves fall down
summer shades fading
grey branches sharpen
mixed leaf mounds sparkle
Sun in its dunce cap
Halcyon gaze darts
Shadows increasing
Ambergris silence
As grief-laden clouds
Iron our shoulders
Under a wooden cobbled roof,
In the somber yard out back,
The full moonrise, misted in grey,
Legend memories flood of the ancient,
Of a knight long passed away.
A king of lineage noble,
That's whispered of through time,
And rooted in a legend,
faded warrior, of this rhyme.
Le Roi where is your palace now?
Le Roi, du chateau?
I pray you dwell in heaven,
And the True King walks with you.
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Will I, grey sky drear,
e'er see her again?
Blue skies disappear.
Blue eyes feel the pain
as they shed a tear
of November rain.
Grey November, sigh-
ashen, you'll soon lie
dead in Fall attire
decay dulls your fire-
wait again for light
as first snow spreads white
Grey, overcast sky,
autumn chill surrounds
a somber graveyard:
it's Remembrance Day;
I whisper a prayer
to my late Granddad.
I'm on a two hour flight
Window seat
Middle seat vacant.
A no mans land between a woman,
unknown to me at the isle,
Her head absorbed in a paperback
Later she arises, goes to the toilet.
The book lies, its pages spread open,
On the vacant, warm seat.
Tempted by curiosity
My fingers nimbly
Flip it over to read the title,
Fifty Shades of Grey.
She returns, unaware
I'd discovered her,guilty pleasure.
Takes up where she'd left off,
Devouring Fifty Shades of Grey.
And not a word did we exchange
Neither on,take off
Nor during short spasms of,
Turbulent vibrations.
Nor on the bumpy landing.
However, all the while
I was tempted to ask,
' On a scale of one to ten,
how aroused have you been
For the duration of this pleasant flight?'
I am not ashamed.this trembling body is not to be shaken,
Compromised and body not to regret oneself.
Have a friction.be someone who is intense.
To be points to the person and fierce.
Refusing to ask for forgiveness,
And I refuse to ask for forgiveness.
Colour my world
Asher chipu
26/09/2026
Ke go amogela ka lethabo
I embrace you with joy
Go gwerana le wena my spouse
Ke go gokarela le go amogela
Ka go dumediša le go go amogela
Ke ipšina ka go kgahlwa ke lerato la gago
I delight in being enchanted
Ka go rata wena By loving you
Monya wa pelo ya ka The dew of my heart
Ke a go reta, ke a go dumediša I praise you, I greet you
Ka go tšea le go amogela By taking and accepting you
Ke go kgetha godimo ga tše dingwe
I choose you above all others
Ke go amogela ka lepotlapotla
I welcome you eagerly
Ke amogela lerato la gago
I accept your love
Ke kgetha wena o kaone fela
I choose only you, thebest of you
You still my soul
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ unwilling step ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Shuddering to the mirror.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
This morning she is thirty.
Shining ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ star,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ twilight shining,
Haunted ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly ¦¦¦¦¦ silver girl,
Draw ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ toward you;
Time ¦¦¦ makes the years to whirl
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ he adored you.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ timelessness for you;
Calendars ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
¦¦¦ Night will not see thirty again,
¦¦¦ soft ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda;
Pick up your glass ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
How old is Spring, Miranda?
(Blackout of A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash)
The sky is grey
This feeling come across me
Another day
Trapped into my mind
Could I skip this journey
So I could wake up on a sunny morning
And pretend that I'm okay
But for now
I'll let the sky ruin me and pray
For better days
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