Long Coloration Poems
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When I had something to say,
I simply stopped
and listened instead.
My four-year-old students
all saw whales
in their imagination.
"I saw two!"
"I swam with three!"
Competition
was surer than truth.
Greater men,
and women
use words better
than my hollow phrases
of striving meaning.
I look for new colors
when Monet already
claimed them all.
Great readers decipher words,
like onomatopoeia.
Thinkers hear the songs
when silence
offers space for sound,
like 'The Sound of Silence'
by Simon and Garfunkel.
Anthony Hopkins
Is one worth listening to
when language isn't enough.
Everything Anthony says resonates
new meaning and coloration
through never-tired narration.
I once loved ‘Legends
of the Fall’ because
life was too obscure for me.
I wanted passion,
and complexity,
when I was seventeen,
and constantly
trying to breathe fresh life
through a wet hand towel
that I held
over my face in a tub,
while the water boiled
in a pot downstairs.
“To live, to live
would be a great adventure”
Robin Williams offers us
in ‘Hook’.
Other lines resonate
with the same wooden
honesty, and engravement.
Stir the noodles with a ladle
while you think, Jennifer.
“Samuel was a soldier,
and soldiers die!”
“Blast you!” Hopkins
shatters me, and
blocks his eldest
from view like a sun
too strong
for view.
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her swirling wind gathers them in abundant number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with crystals of snow.
Beneath waves that concede a change of life
shapes of shifting forms
hidden in ocean depths
murky coloration of perpetual flux
as fish without eyes cruise crustacean cousins
in a midnight zone of black
midst trouble changing sea acidity
flowing currents once flush with species
It's peaceful at the bottom in what can't be measured
for the deeper one goes the familiar disappears
like seaweed that displaces coral
turbulent reef on the cusp of scant recovery
Underwater paradise,
surface waves of imposing rhythm
forms that wash to shore
life in the voracious jaws of damage
what sustains a teardrop
when anchored eyes open
Poem composed; June 17, 2021
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power, sans The Almighty
My faithful friend with sheets of white
my pal, poised, unpen itself to make things right
How squeaky clean each new beginning?
that borrows from the dead, and those still living
I arrived blank naked and undisguised
my soul redeemed in light of sunrise.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
its dubious power sans The Almighty,
Where would I be without coloration on the scene?
life would be deserted as though obscene
I'd fall through the cracks to a singular world
where boys play god to control every girl.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power sans The Almighty
I've read of Sodom and Gomorrah's crude ways
that glorified false light, as before the flood days
Now, there's liberation theology for you and me
the God of our understanding is of mercy
What race of men thrives without grace?
where would we be without speck of faith?
I have gained nothing, from white supremacy
what dubious power sans The Almighty -
A garden with grounds as fertile as love
who charted each course? Only One from above
I think of evergreen, and majestic pines;
and my roots unending; yet not one of a kind, because
The humanity of man was molded by divinity
and hand washes hand, to ward off calamity.
What color is angry?
Red!
What color is sad?
dark bluewww...
What color is nurturing health?
green, like wealth?
What color is hate?
BLACK!!!
What color is happy?
Yellow? Like sun light
dawning Earth might.
What color is depressed?
Greyscale.
What color is love?
For some white absence,
for others dipolar TransParent,
for others full rainbow,
waterplant roots ultra-violet.
PolyCulturing Love
symbiotic transformation,
of Ego
stepping into Ego-Eco Equity,
political and economic full-color eco-octaves
of therapeutic function,
resonating regenerate health
of light as affective
eco-empathic frequencies.
Eco-intelligent conscious information
decomposing as bicameral exformation
dualdark concave crystal receding octaves
of ecopolitical natural regenesis,
biculturally nurturing color function,
mad-red
through glad-yellow, mellow
Springing up green hope toward faith,
black fears of fear our colonizing ego-selves,
LeftBrain blind and deaf
to ultra-violet sacredology of colors
Synergy revolving wheels
evolving holonic heals
regenerating physical
with metaphysical
merging polypathic
panentheistic coloration.
What color is ultra-violet?
NewMoon liminal
unbright longing
for mellow yellow.
Roses Of The Field
Village square has flowers of rare coloration
Not appearing in nature
Painted, ugly, plastic without a scent
Aromas are condemned, not authorized by local politics
Illegal in the kingdom and the region
To sell or grow or pick a living plant or flower
Is punishable and the penalty is death
Flowers are the enemy of the state according to government decree
Citizens and country folk must buy their plastic flowers every week
A dozen at a time to help with taxes
To avoid execution for non-compliance naturally
Roses that come from nature have lovely fragrances
If you come to our town wearing one
You will be executed on the spot and planted like a tree
Decapitation is a possibility
People with real flowers or plants are gambling
Face termination every day, but only once
So to the mountain out of sight I pedal day and night
My bike and I hide out on weekends with my aromatic friends
A patch of deep red roses wait for me behind the little orange fence
Next to the brook and yellow shack we hid from authorities
Thorns cause pain but not the same
As government intervention
I touch and smell the real petals on my flowers and they touch back
We must conceal our love from state and plastic fakes
And hide beneath our bed of roses for nature’s sake
Created on 12/17/14 for Mystic Rose - ROSES ROSES ROSES – Poetry Contest
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her winds gather them together, in profuse number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with flakes of snow.
~October 14, 2020~ ~Autumn Quintain ~
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Good morning America.
Today, July 4, 2025, I looked out of my front window,
and at 6AM saw a most beautiful sky. Locked into
this eastern canopy was a very eye-catching
coloration, reminding me of the colors of the
American flag.
Yes, America, like our flag, it was red, white, and blue.
No, there were no stars and strips, but I could not help
but think heavily of you.
The grounds were lased with green grasses, and crops
of grain were heavily covered with dew. But the eastern
sky was very distinctly red, white, and blue.
America, this was a first for me in that I had never seen
such canopy colors and gave honoring thoughts of you
at the same time. It was indeed a momentous experience
for me.
And so, America, I close by saying, my heart and thoughts
are whispering warm prayers for you on this 4th of July.
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I sat one evening in the park
upon a bench I thought my own
but as the dusk got down to dark,
I realized I was not alone
I hadn't seen from where he'd come
or got a strong look at his face
but he was there, green as a plumb
where had so long been empty space
He beamed a right polite 'Good day!'
but when I made to shake his hand,
he seemed from sight to fade away
like seaside foam into the sand
Then, as I stared in disbelief
down at the empty wooden seat,
his silhouette in bas-relief
appeared again, from head to feet!
I found this process very strange
but he explained as best he could,
he hadn't left, he'd only changed
his coloring to match the wood
We chatted when my wits returned,
his pattern shifting now and then.
He was a reptile, soon I learned
and called himself 'Cha-me-le-on'
As topics changed, I noticed that
his coloration changed in kind
and I could tell, throughout our chat,
exactly what was on his mind
Now, poker is my favorite sport,
I rake in fortunes with the card,
in part, because those of his sort
make taking babies candy hard
At that, I left but told my name
and address and the time of day
that I was next to hold a game,
inviting him to come and play
Game day arrived and he was there
but came in late to join the fun
and though he dived into his chair,
the show already had begun
I poured a scotch and dealt him in,
explaining how a hand was played,
then sat where I could watch his skin
and witness any change it made
Then he allowed us all to see,
a wealth bound tightly in a wad
that, awed, I vowed eventually,
would come round to myself, by God!
A patsy if there'd ever been,
I got him taught as best I could
but plotting, thought, "If this is sin,
then please, don't ask me to be good!"
In my delight, I failed to spot,
until the night progressed a pace,
my guest caught every other pot
with not one hint wrought on his face
and as he smiled, I realized
that though my friend no clue had shown,
I'd bet you twenty mint that I'd
supplied him plenty of my own!
Thus, Lizards Poker isn't fun
and you must hold your empty seats
if you meet old Cha-me-le-on...
He's just cold-blooded, plus - he CHEATS!
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The Quirkes of Success
Film Featuring stars
Fictional and enformative
Feature film Proposal
Exploits of Business
filmed in Cerro Gordo
a dipiction of business
and the exploits of capitalism.
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The story is that she got pregnant in the back of a cigerrette delivery truck. The driver is a vendor and deliver. His name is Paydraa, she named her daughter pavon, after the truck and father. Pavon is a fish.
We told her if she'd wish to change the name she could. She just smiled and said,'Oh the dreid tomatoes, the onion powder, garlic powder, I guess the lemon zest, yeah dried lemon zest.
some ground fritos and cheetos in mi flour mixture.aratio: ratio, change mi mixture! I so silly mi fish is mi fish! Instead she explored the option of naming him after the Ventana de Piedra in Argentina. The legend is told that a colony of farting ants ate the green and blue stems of these veggies, and since the saltine nature of the soil effected there waste it would turn the whole section of salinate matrail the color of the leaves that the ants had eaten. Over a million years the area had become crustilezed from the coloration of the ant turds. She named the Son, Ventuia Del Greeco. Who's nick name is "Red" or "Red Snapper".
I bought some cubain tobbacco seeds, some champenge grapes from france and
Japenese indigo. He talked to a man in the desert, he begged the man in the desert. He asked the man if he could name his product after the town that had been ghost up. He bought the MINING town and the ghostes, may have been the measurments in feets not metrical.Well they came up with Lolah's Cubain Cigars, Cerro Gordo's Ghost pepper sauce. They distill a dill and junipter seed and cream with bacon and anchoives. They put it in bottles that looked like liquer bottles, this was a distill sauce for cooking. It was yuck as a drink, but great as a marinade.. They grew indigo in the caves as a joke. they harvested it as a joke. Te manufacted it in corousety. They sold it as a joke and prospered joking about there hunch.