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OUTSIDE THE CITY
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
I take a silent breath and walk a little slow,
The cottage I live in is not too far away,
All covered with ivy and an open doorway;
Outside the city where the icy waters flow,
There's a hidden garden where I often go,
Having ruby red apples and bottle green pears,
All ready to eat but there's no one who cares;
Outside the city where the unearthly folks show,
I take a tiny step and talk a little low,
The cottage I came for is right in front of me,
But there are others inside where I ought to be;
Outside the city where I had died long ago,
You can hear my laughter and laugh with me also,
I'm munching merrily on the apples and pears,
While inside my cottage others enjoy the scares.
28 April 2016
For Angela Tune's "A Ghost Story" contest
A voyage to Greenland
Greenland is the largest island in the world, but it is not a continent
I looked up Nuuk the capital up on the YouTube; it is now a modern town
with supermarkets and even cafes.
I was there fifty years ago. Back then it was a rather primitive place
with a million barking dogs and drunk people on the dirt roads,
they used to hang dogs slowly so the hairs stood out and it was
exported as pelt one hopes this practice has been outlawed.
I remember the coastline it was bottle green and for once, still,
we went fishing in a clear stream so transparent and shallow
but when we waded over to the other side, it was so deep we could have drowned.
It was the coldest bath of my life.
Greenland was beautiful, but it was then not a place to remember with fondness,
except for the trout we caught.
Automobile industry
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the battery light lasted a long at night, the bay lit up like a gigantic stage for an opera
Shall we guess, Rusalka? An Italian opera
A water nymph in love with the human world and discovers her sexuality.
There was no way to stop this mass exodus
more and more cars flung themselves into the water in the bay; yes, even patrol cars revolted
and motorized transport came to a halt
when motorcars had gone, it was the motorbike's turn to headless drive into the sea
An island was born
when seabirds had fertilized the islet traffic
cones appeared together with of one way drive
no parking zones and zebra crossings
The world cried out for Elon Musk to come and sort out the problem
in the meantime, a donkey farm in the north of
Guarda, a hilltop town near the Spanish border, made a roaring business renting out their animals.
A bottle green, I’m lost at sea,
A cup or two of shamrock dew.
An emerald green, the forest queen,
My silk is spun a leafy hue.
An alpine white, tread polar ice,
The frosted hold of winter’s cold.
A snowdrop white, the spring moonlight,
A swan, a dove, or so I’m told.
A regal blue, and turquoise too,
The fragrant sigh of summer sky.
A cobalt blue, teal velvet view,
Cerulean and lazuli.
A furnace red, cold rubies bled,
The trees must learn autumnal burn.
A merlot red, the Sun’s bloodshed,
The flowers flare and blush in turn.
A tender grey, clouds hush the day,
You’ve silver-lined my burnished mind.
A lover’s grey, my pencils pray,
Soft feathers sleep, our sky is kind.
EMERALD BEAUTY
Mother Earth under cerulean sky
dressed in green foliage with lush verdure,
leafy vegetation and feral bottle green bushes matching with
glossy green grass in big mass growing in mirth.
Clad in olive green gown you were stepping down
from verdant valley to pastoral field,
harmonizing with viridescent panorama.
Your glimmering attire allured my dreamy dormant desire.
I listened to my rapid heart beats becoming faster.
I hastened to meet and address you but wobbling opposed.
Pearly passion entirely on confusion cascaded in plenitude,
resonating in rhapsody on melody of glamour of amour
as I faced the glistened emerald beauty.
12/10/19
Edited on 05/05/20
HM
' BRIAN'S CHOICE 4' Contest by Brian Strand
Green…you always reflected in my peripheral
And kept watch as I tried to color my world
But there I lay in my blacks and my blues,
lifeless and faltering In monotone hues.
Through kaleidoscope eyes, I envisioned my skies
But the pot at the rainbow was storybook lies
so with nothing to gain and nothing to lose,
I just shuffled around In my blacks and my blues.
Never did I imagine you!, Green… to be my savior
But there you arose, out of my dark abyss
With your bottle green dress and scarlet kiss
Your emerald green eyes and unbridled bliss.
Now my kaleidoscope dreams have all been unfurled
Since you Green, have colored my world
You rescued my heart, Green
You rescued my heart.