Long Greeny Poems
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This is it,
In midst of chaos -primal
Greeny bloom woods,
Riseth the morning- alive
Is Sunshine a freedom?
Or a journey - lone
Wandering on paths - stray
Desires went abode
Yet on lane destiny- future
Memories meeked all momentum
Yearnings of purpose
Contradict the broughtup- slavery
Of genuine home- egypt
Where needs satiate,
Desires met slight,
Blurred every shades-plight
Stationed present edged
the motion independence
Weaved enough - aggravated
To find a sight - right
Now, ye discern
Of way sorjournees
Who sought only physical
Lapsed away from the head - eternal
Me - desperately denied
as them few - natural
Looking forth unto hills - zion
On direction fifth
With faith bodacious - in above
Walking cadence towards
works which setteth- beforehand
Not to prove, but to love
As a faithful bride
In the end.
When I was little, toddler size,
A magic world bewitched my eyes.
Each dewy drop adorning grass,
Resembled Alice's looking glass!
Then I grew to maybe three,
Decided fairies dwelt in trees.
Each greeny bough must surely hold,
An elfkin with his pot of gold!
A more sophisticated ten,
Searched for bluebells in the glen.
Darting one suspicious glance,
To see if fairies really dance,
Leaving their mark for all to see,
In grassy rings around a tree!
When I grew to teen age size,
The magic moved to some boy's eyes.
A few years passed and on my hand,
Appeared a shining golden band!
In later years two daughters came,
And now they play my magic game!
Written by my wife Vera Selena Hinshaw
© All Rights Reserved
NOTE: This poem won First Place in the 2008
Security Public Library Contest, Security, CO
Nature - A promising divine gift !
From the foggy clouds, amidst which sun rays find a way..
To the dew drops that are seated on the leaf beds,
To the trees that stand still and Frozen,,
Here I dive deep into my heart and soul and drive them to miles away....
Of all the living things on this Enormous Earth,
Nature, is something that has never failed to prove its worth !
With the splash of water on my sulky face, there
onsets the bliss of divine grace !
With the breath of enriched air up above the mountains,
The stress inside my soul,,dives out from the top like a fountain!
With the greeny fields, that conceals the void spaces,
Amidst them, I lie in the nature's blanket forgetting races ,,,
As i make my eyelids meet,
I agree to the fact, amidst God's creations,
Nature is a scenic magical feast !
With the mystical sound of splashing water,
Here, I dive from my thoughtful platter !
Bewildered in crossroad of crisis midlife
steel wool clouds loom in porcelain sky
Confused and wearied in stubborn strife
autumn leaves chased in wild winds fly
Unmerciful corrosion honing voids deep
contort soft green tendrils into hard wood
Evaporated twilight tears no longer weep
in stream of subconscious, all understood.
blemish and freckles all wrinkled within
yet in seal of love cuddled relations attach
Weeds align rosy bush, both smile and grin
desire of fancy blings, grow in greeny patch
No surprise of a palette of nebula rainbow
In signature of autopilot, many years to go.
I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night
I went out wit my little woman
That sweet gal o mine lookin so fine
If ya asked me to give er a ratin
She'd be a ten or at least a nine
Da more dat I got inta ma drinkin
Ma senses dey became super fine
I noticed sum good lookin fella
Eyen dat special woman o mine
The vessels in ma neck started poppin
My eyes began glowin a sickly green
I got up frum ma chair started screamin
Dats right I started makin a scene
Ma little woman she was sum embarrassed
That yung fella smashed me in da face
Tank goodness she came to ma rescue
It's a good ting she had a can a mace
It seems I'd been mad about nutin
Dat young fella had been on a date
Ma wife told me dat I'd bin right silly
She was quite sure dat his date's name was Nate
Tankfully dos green eyes dey turned back ta blue
Da colour now is gone wit out a trace
except for da red and da black an blue
dat now is coverin dis here old face
For Verlena Walker's Green Eyed Monster contest
Green is not my favourite colour
from an early age mixed me up
so confusing in one so young
even when drinking a green cup
You see brown and green look identical
through my eyes they're the same
which causes many a problem
colour blindness it not just a game
My first job as apprentice electrician
really caused many a loud bang
mixing up these two colours so
better get out before I hang
Many situations throughout my life
these colours keep causing a prob
choosing clothes is hit and miss
what to wear makes one laugh or sob
If you see me down the street
colour clashing you may meet
but don't despair it's not that bad
rest of me is quite neat
( this is written with regards with my colour blindness over the years)
You hide all the money,
Without paying to me a clue,
The skies was wet with morning dew,
At little time,broken ways get me not backslide,
Broken ways,never goes on a king reign,
Hail a mind to sway,
We've moved in the perks of a glider,
All coiled,all spoiled,
Save the foreign detainee,
Twist their beard to form a roiled,
Graded range of trainee,
Greeny python flying without wings,
We seven slide the scale for bills,
Paying the bills for a vine,
Branch....,Bear up a fruit at a time,
Though the lady terrified me,
I braided all my hair to a dread like,
They feel very funny,
But they get no penny,
Paying all the cost,
Read foe it's of the Lord,
Let me shout to the rendering of my living rod,
I'm saved,
With my hands opened up,
Backup the dead risen,
Pale reasoning in the head,
When you're taken at a time,or it's painful?
A date heroes rise,
Terrible creed about Christ,
We believe and receive humans,
Today is a wondered distance,
Nothing as a glance,
I'm the man who comes for vengeance,
Traveled in accordance,
All is opened,
I'll take your teeth when you withstand,
Weight drew......!
Ever since my parrot Greeny lost his companion,
he rarely warbled and sat in his cage to mourn;
his sad song indicated how lonely he was...
I wondered who could cheer him up for his loss.
I assumed that birds are ordinary pets without emotions and feelings,
that a cage is a safer home for them: wasn't I so wrong?
Perhaps that wasn't the main reason of his unhappiness,
so I got him a pink parrot who could sing with him the happiest song.
It's early June in lovely and peaceful Lindenwood embellished with emerald oaks
that seem undulating waves smothered by golden sun rays while Greeny
and Pinky sing harmonious chords rising to the balmy spring sky that offers
freedom, but no total safety for two happy parrots that have not known anxiety.
I love to watch Pinky exchanging kisses with Greeny:
see those tiny and warm eyes that long for closeness getting tender;
Don't they wish to fly into a big sky being constantly afraid of a predator?
Chirp happily, little birds...live your day with harmony!
Jest and youthful jollity,
I'm seeking the dazzling sights.
White pimpled dews hug on the greeny grasses.
Black flowers of tiny ants kissing other cheeks.
Golden daffodils lurking under the brown-mushrooms.
Violet flowers peeping from the nest of eggs.
Meroon seeds jungle and spliting slowly.
Grey squirrels gnawing and fighting for orange carrot.
Red berries oscillating by the soft wind.
Orange daisies dreaming about their bride-groom.
Pink rose buds shivering often the touch of moths.
Coral flowers sleeping on the bed of soil.
Purple sky attracted by the pleasant songs of birds.
Yellow butterflies pranked and jumping over the tendril.
Classic scenery spread everywhere!
Over! the smell of colors but my blossom heart wet!!!!!!!!!!
Every spring a noisy revelry rise.
In a greeny mood, green sights entice.
Soft buds suddenly bloom.
Smooth feathers growing calm.
A knight chirped greet to natural spring,
His love eyes float of living thing.
My slight gigling, his song diped.
With smiling lips, green rain poured.
Greenly love sprouted at dawn.
It become classic beauty in the lawn.
I touch the pearl drops,
Lights flashing at grass.
Love memories, i forget mine.
My trance inhale, odour green shine.
I weaved a garland, sweet dreams with green.
A green leaf think to be lean.
In a martyr tomb, autumn grief.
Loud cry, there is no tear in the leaf.
Fondling garland groan for wreath.
Immortal pigment again my breathe.
The longing cherish never lies.
The green shadow never dies.