Long Colouring Poems

I don't know how it started

But it's an annual event

But I don't think that an egg hunt

Is the best way to present

The story of our saviour

Chocolate eggs you go and find

I don't think that's the...

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........Cactus
....Water Towers
Isolated desolates
Wrapped in spikes
Fluted aqua Greys
Or in military green
Reaching the skies
The desolate cacti 
The desert fingers 
Withholding blaze..
Desicating breeze..........
.Blistering freeze..................
Where not a blade....................
Nothin' germinate......................
Them root in dust.....................
Wasteland, gravel.....................
The fluted barrels......................
They shrink in dry......................
Bellow up...

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they disturb, deep behind my sleeping eyes
  ......
  retune my tautened strings, replay my frets
  vignette movies spin reels of dreams discovering
  fresh slants on shadowy delight
  the foreboding, ominous,...

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One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was often much fun. Other platypuses did not realise how much...

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"Thelma and Leanne"



prophecies arrived
in dreams that 
washed across
the soul in waves

messages were 
found like code
hieroglyphic 
glitches

written on the walls
of electric caves
by strange poets, 
some considered witches

there, 
light and dark 
rapturously 
co-existed 

we never slept 
inside...

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My universe revolves
Relaxation – Meditation - Reflection

I have thought- in the throes of perception, 
as I lay in the soothing arms of meditation – 
travelling through spaces of, and in reflection
as I drift in and...

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We are bold
we are beautiful
we are strong

We wear the colours of our skins
on the palm of our spirits
from generations through generations
we regenerate
from century through century
we blossom
 from decades through decades
we experience
from years to years
we grow
from...

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Those who have found real love- Will find happiness
Those who disbelieve in greed no- Will find happiness
Those who know what honesty is oh-Will find happiness
You got people who will always help you. Protect you ,...

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Love is like fragile wings.
romance an illusion of moonlight delusions.

I recall when summer skies hypnotised,
in the pleasure of your pleasing presence,
I used to gaze at the doves of love above,
admiring their delicate reflections in your...

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Can I have me?, am I allowed to be myself
Even if I was laying on the ground, bleeding to death, I wouldn't shout for any help
I cut the world off to keep my peace of...

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I look in the mirror and I lock eyes with a vile wretch
The physical embodiment of mankinds ugliest stares back
Peering into a window I catch a glimpse of every imperfection buried deep within my soul
I...

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Peace is though difficult 
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states 
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses 
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity 
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the...

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Why is it
I am always wrong?
Something
I have always done?
Why is it
I am 
Never good enough
In your eyes
In challenging times?

How many times
Do I have to say
“I love You?”
What will it take
To convince
That mind 
And 
Heart 
Of...

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A phenomena misinformed is a mispronunciation of a garbled gargled juice. Only released once. Not twice. Nor three times. In fact the catchment period for enticing a cake is relative only to atmospheric pressure conditions....

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in my hand -
an oxymoron poetic 
paradox of cruel compassion. 

Sadistic...

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“Metallic skin"
I dont lotion anymore
Such acts would soften an  amour now immune to abuse.

Its now 8'o clock and I can tell that mommy is already asleep.

I prepare a clean skin to be dumped in...

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i remember so well
The scrubbed  farmhouse kitchen table
where all activities were held
From eating to colouring in,where jigsaw puzzles were made.
I remember the large open range fire
always burning, am sure it burned for 12 months...

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Last night I stole a little - from time.
Don’t worry he’s got plenty on his hands
You could call it daylight robbery, but that wouldn’t be strictly correct, since
It occurred on the first of spring, at...

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The battle raged on, the artist uninjured, but soaked in blood,
The dead and dying, cursed by good aim they still feel.
The valley split by the cool of water…and a crimson mud
The noise of the pain...

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BLING IS THE THING!

A gold looking briefcase that glitters
And glows,
A shimmery sequin diary that likes to
Know that it shows,
Crayons of every, and any colour that 
one may desire,
Small yet things that indicate that of life
I...

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Showered with petals, long since gone,
Silk cloth exchanged for armour strong,
The transparent walls imprison souls,
No heart or living thought consoled.

Our presence blurred in mirrors cracked,
For seasons long, breaks a poets back,
Words thrown to wolves to...

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Saša Milivojev - NOT AFRAID OF FATE


Again
I am born again
First breath
Pain
Crying
Again I see arrays of colours
Everything has changed
What madness
It’s like a fairy tale
The taste of mother’s milk
I stretch
I grow
Lost in the sounds of a dream
The...

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troubled tales unfold somewhere down in the realm of dreams
  and tricking beats
  most days begin this way, hiding, beneath the quilt,
  submerged in layers
  fluid flows against the slant of...

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Draw the illusion and design a new portrait with your colouring ink,
make the image explicit and striking with only one blink.
Assure the idea you wish to present before you start,
because once it is done, that...

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The Conference at Mantua

Ah, what a scene of tranquil learnedness! 
The scholars nurse their tomes like babes in arms: 
white locks: heads cocked to savor the address 
of Pius, in his charming Latin: balm 

floats...

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