the light blue snow eyes of winter creep into the meadow
she glistens with a dazzling whiteness that brings silence
a hush is created as lightly falling snow lands as glitzy cover
icy frost may follow, which will bring crunch to footsteps
I admire winter’s mark, she makes no apology for frozen tundra
doing what she does best, giving us a sparkling prettiness
snow deepens while winter sends in wind to stun us into silence
there is a revitalization I feel in her frosty reintroduction.
Brexit Sonnet No.3
‘Light Blue Touch Paper’
So who can tell me what is wrong or right,
Who can channel thoughts along the track?
Dare I stare at mainstream media light,
Or risk fake jokers from social media pack?
A binary Cameron gave us choice for life,
An In or Out, a Remain or Leave to choose.
Campaigns misleading, cheating lies were rife;
In truth, I believe he thought he couldn’t lose.
But now I find a new voice rising high.
A grandee from the past has now reprised
Tarzan’s ‘Oh my darling’ shrieking cry;
To set his stall against Brexit’s blatant lies.
Powerful and not expected, this light blue voice.
Light blue, a touch paper, from age o’ little choice.
©Keith Murphy
a calm blue snowflake
white all over on the land
how lovely to see!
This
Rose
Of Blue.
A touch of
The impossible
Is attained by the lover.
What was once thought could not be done, was implausible
Is attained by passion and fervency which lay dormant and inactive in the heart, this light blue rose.
The world relies on speed
Everybody is in a hurry to get things done
Until the moment two souls meet
And time stops so two halves can become one
Looking attentively in your eyes, I saw the sun
Two pair of sparkling blue pearls because of sunlight
Floating and drowning, neither the sky or the sea could have won
I found myself in the middle of the universe and it was bright
Beautiful and breath taking like a summer day might
In a matter of seconds you had pulled me in
Mysterious and addicting were these emotions under night-sight
A landscape eager to be explored was your soft skin
Not thinking rationally is what it means to be in your presence
The core of your being as a woman,yes, I lost to your essence
in the land of blue rays there are long days!the wemen are differnt from here i held them so dear!the sun is blue too it tingles you!they beleive in three great spirits creaters of infinity loving as can be!they walk around seldomly talking cause they are telephic you see angelic beams of the spirits light their moon is bright orange at night!angels from another world i need you now,please come to me and show me your light take me too the land of blue rays tonight!
If our last chance to make stars collide before our eyes
will you finally see the light blue skies
or will you be scared and hide behind barbed wire lies
lies that cut deep and don't let go
scars that will never truly show
be true to yourself and you will believe
that the light blue skies will never leave
so stare up and see what I see
and before your eyes, you will find me.
The Blue Plant
In a clearing in the woods there is a blue plant
that is illuminated from the inside and shines
long after dark, but if you stop and stare its
four petals curl, that light is switched off and
it looks another way; this because it lives in
fear of being recognized by a passing botanist
and classified as a minor little weed not worth
bothering about.
As I'm only a sailor who lost his sextant and
ended up in a wrong vale and not Singapore
which was my intention, I have its confidence
So I asked: "what if the botanist finds you
the most beautiful flower he has ever seen,
then you will be famous, poets will go all
tearful and lyrical about you and you'll appear
in illustrated books."
The blue flower's light flickered on and off it
was clearly in distress petals in a flutter and
shakily it said: "I fear fame it's an awesome
responsibility I have to shine and shine always
look my best and there is no turning away when
things get tough and they will ask me about
stuff I know nothing about and critics will ask
"is blue the only colour you have got"
©Jan Oskar Hansen, all rights reserved
The mortal restrain
the blood tripping from my eyes
the blue skin
not yet fully grown fetus
Before her stands a wraith of me
her not knowing whats going on
i talk but she cant hear me
she turns away moving into the light
im standing in the darkness
she turns and holds out her hand
the time when darkness met the light
the power i felt light coming upon me
I turn away and let go of her hand
i cant move away from the darkness
it swallows me whole
she disapears before my eyes
The light is gone and im all alone
i cry blood not tears
im naked wrapped in one black cloth
it covers my stomach
i take the clothing off
my stomach falls open
the fetus blue and bloody
falling out laying on the ground
i walk away an image appears before me
it of a accident a car laying on the ground below a hill
i see myself reaching for her hand but they take her away
they leave me here dead with my fetus
I know now that i cant be saved
i close my eyes and return to the dark
i see her above me in a white gown
she shines like the sun and has wings that sparkle
like glitter i daze off never to wake again.
melodic open
blue throat chakra overflow
soft and kind words of
too much wisdom from
lil child of a few short years
prophetic and calm
sweet lines of peace stay
on her lips both night and day
giggly bluebird speak
Being the color blue is not always sad..
I can cover the city sky with the sun in the middle,
and thats not so bad..
My light shade of blue opens a beautiful spring day..
A darker shade is sprayed with little stars that take
your breath away..
My light shade is the ocean covering your feet..
A darker shade is the moonlight hittng the water
for a warm evening treat..
So my color blue has always gotten a bad rap...
So rest assure I will color it light blue as my sky will cover you as you
lay for a afternoon nap...
inspired by "crayon contest"
The words have fallen silent now
And dreams passed away
The pills have taken over and
I don’t know what to say
My bags have all been packed for me
The driver waits impatiently
Not car nor driver
Fits this mystic land
The hallway doors each filled with they
Who’s eyes plead out for me to stay
It hurts to see
That they don’t understand
I never will forget my time
Amongst these friends of song and rhyme
They’ll always hold a place
Inside my heart
But time has past...I’ve given in
And let the pressure finally win
“You have to fix
The world you tore apart”
And so I tread this path I took
Once in the car, a final look
Such hidden beauty
Few shall ever know
Then view dissolves to rising dust
A cold inside, a dampened must
Another pill
Will get me where I go
Yes words have fallen silent now
No longer is there rhyme
No longer is there light except…
The light of blue sunshine
...Tribute Blue October
(Hourglass poem)
I look at the sky and see clouds
Blush and cover sun as they flood
And light grows small as they go by
I watch them as they cross the sky
I see clouds change into weird shapes
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape
But there are times when it turns gray
And that's when the sun fades away
Looking at the sky is quite nice
I'd love to watch it more than twice
As they glow in the night so bright
And count stars in the sky at night
And count stars in the sky at night
As they glow in the night so bright
I'd love to watch it more than twice
Looking at the sky is quite nice
And that's when the sun fades away
But there are times when it turns gray
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape
I see clouds change into weird shapes
I watch them as they cross the sky
And light grows small as they go by
Blush and cover sun as they flood
I look at the sky and see clouds!
:-)
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
August 25,2009
Trying so hard to find my way
Through all this work while others play
Trying to find the words to use
To paint this in some other hues
The notes are shimmering my eyes
In echoes holding no surprise
Cold shivers blowing raspy tones
Self hugs swaying tired moans
As memories ache within my bones
Too bad and leavin' what's the use
Too sad to even sing the blues
The beat goes on within my head
A fever pitch of throbbing red
Put rhythm in this sweeping thing
Hum along then start to sing
It aint so bad don't feel so blue
You've got a job and work to do
Pick up the beat and dance it through
ALL THE MANY COLORS
The colors are in all of us
We can see the color in our hearts
We may feel apart but we are not
For all the colors merge like a prism of light
Ohhhh so bright
CHORUS
Rain.. Rain.. Rain on me Rainbow
rain your shower of light like a beautiful bow
I see the multi-colors shine bright
From with in.. Don't give in
To this black and white muldane world
Shine your light bright with your rain….booow
See the promise land the road leads into
Your heart we are never apart
When you climb life's trails
Climb into my heart..there
You will be safe.. be not afraid
CHORUS
When there is dark clouds..
Remember the blue ones behind it
Don't fret when the storm blows over
You have my promise in the blue sky alright
CHORUS
Love you my Jesus.. thank you for the rainbow in my heart
copyrighted 2007 penny lapsley
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