Long Hue Poems
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The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours of the week,
Colours I choose,
Decisions to make,
Decisions I make,
The door I open,
The path I see,
The elements I allow.
The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours of the week,
Colours I don’t choose,
Decisions I don’t make,
Decisions that orchestrate themselves,
The door that opens,
Of its will and accord,
Gloom disperses.
The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours I admire,
Colours I'd always want to see,
They don’t always surround,
They don’t always shade my day,
Life gives various colours,
Sombre and flashy,
All lined side by side in the pack.
September 13, 2022.
A BRIAN STRAND Premier Choice Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.
The wonder of your smile is always there,
just like you gave me on that special day,
when first I saw you on my front porch stair-
your smile imprinted in my heart to stay.
Just as in spring and summer long ago,
and then in later years, your smile assured
my joy of knowing our love stayed aglow-
and now, past autumn years, have still endured.
The sparkle of your smile from first-love throes,
and blissful wedding day we said 'I do',
still lingers in my heart, although now shows
a special glaze from winter’s weathered hue.
The wonder of your smile- those early years,
that glowed with brilliance like untarnished gold-
became my treasured prize and now appears
with warm patina-sheen as we grow old.
Though years have flown and age has had its way-
your antique smile now etched with lines anew,
and lustered with the wear of each new day
brings priceless meaning to my love for you.
When life has lost its colour and,
Summer is replaced by Autumn hue and,
The world feels black and white yet,
The only bringer of colour is you.
Your hair so black it shines through the grey,
Your opinions so different almost night and day,
And when you're in my position and darkness takes over the grey,
Remember I will be there to recover your amazing summer hue.
Your voice it carries a swift sweet note,
That brigs sunshine to my day and,
In that dance we shared a moment,
filled with colour brighter than a summers day.
You can't choose who you fall in love with,
Like the Chestnut cant choose the season when it falls,
But all I need is a word,
To stop me drifting into deep free fall.
HUE-MAN©
Hues of shades
Man of race
Some pale some parched
Some pastel some poisoned,
A pastiche of a classic life-drama
All within this living matrix,
This untimely reign of droplets
Like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds
Cascading down from clouds
Formed with clay and dew
Cocooned in her safety sack,
Foundational on reproductive commands,
A genesis of the world,
Hue-man of different shades
Different visions
Venomous missions
Different stories:
Tragic, comic, epic. . .
So so pathetic
Variety of patterns
To choose from,
Race of spirited man,
Different rise and fall
But one purpose:
To reign and rule,
Multiply and replenish the sphere.
Hue-man of different sizes,
Some will prick you
Some will heal you
Some will stab you behind
Still will ask you facedly:
'Why are you bleeding?'
Hue-man of different choices
Though on an assignment...
An ambassador in the living galaxy.
Who will cross the line
In the race of shades
And of patterns?
God loves us enough
To give us freedom
To make our own choices
Because He isn't a dictator
But an image
And likeness of the Human.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2014
Blushed rose shaking hands with hues of cerulean,
bluish sighs in pinkish alibis,
softly whispering to the lilacs, gently
blowing, through the winds of amethyst,
a vision of majestic promises,
poetry on the lingering feelings of a light,
poured out on the soul who can see past yesterday,
into tomorrow’s plum, rose-tinted tendrils,
graceful, surrendering to the seas,
drifting out to believe, intimate waves,
soothing as the maze, the mystery breaking
from violet, beautiful – peace
rainbows music, reflecting the creativity,
brought to life on the blessing,
glistening affections in deep wine,
surrendering to the melancholic fires,
passions blazing, elaborate and lazy,
abundant shadows who erase,
the hesitation of blue gazes, while sighing
through the lasting lavender,
sweet like the embrace of a musician’s acapella
blessed by hasty hopes, dreams,
survive the past and reach through, luxurious,
like the foam from seas caressing
sandy shores, alive and breathing,
touching the soul with liquid faith,
amazing as grace, beckoning like the praise,
poured out on those who know the blue-red sigh,
lavender’s insight into the night,
lavender is a blessing who thrives and decides,
who is silence and who is wind,
who is the beautiful in the whisper of a pen,
writing words meant only to suspend,
the wonderful, the moment, the blend of trembling verse,
on the edges of a rhythmic promise,
lavender kisses in lavender chances, healing
windswept as the magic of an imaginative candle.
1 cup of smashed peas
2 Tablespoons of minced fresh thyme
2 tablespoons Rosemary
1/3 cup of chopped parsely
1 package of Italian dressing
2/3 cups of feta
1/4 of lemon juice
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
1 teaspoon of caueene
1)4 cups of shredded carrots
1/2 cup of beef stock
1 cup of bread crumbs
3 eggs
2 tablespoons of whosirshere sauce
2 tablespoons of rum
5 cups of ground turkey
Mix well
Bake in a loaf pan covered with foil
And use a foil covered brick to
Add weight to the top
Bake for 1&1/2 hours at 325'
In a sauce pan thinly sliced onions and green peppers
Sauteed two mixture in 6 tablespoons of olive oil
Add garlic about two cloves. Add 7 tablespoons of flour
Stir forms ng a brown roux. Add 1 cup of beef broth,
add 2 tablespoons of rum add 1/4 cup of tomato puree
Taste, salt and pepper to taste.
Amidst a heathery hue below a towering Ben
A beautiful maiden graces this proud of Highland men
From overseas she sailed her visions now finally clear
She lies before me in witness my heart pounds she is so near
Face to face we are chattering like birds on the wing
My hand she takes to her bosom her heart now starts to sing
Of melodies about love and the wanting of loving arms
No more hurt and sorrow just days full of romantic charms
Future days in blissful awakenings, just as it should be
My arms like canopies of green all wrapped around this loving she
Many kisses and cuddles that anoint this blissful pair
Speechless amidst a heathery hue, for all I can do is stare
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Based on the song, Whiter Shade of Pale
Sung By Glenn Hughes
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Faded Hue of Pale
We twirled in a wild Spanish dance,
spinning in circles on the floor,
I was becoming white and ill.
And all the people yelled for more,
as the place was clapping loudly,
and my mind was blown away.
I really wanted more booze,
and it came with no delay.
And a long time after,
the bartender told a tale;
that the dancers were phantasmal,
and were a faded hue of pale.
He spoke, "It has no sense,
facts obvious to spot !"
So, I roamed among that wild wanton crowd.
And I wished to embrace one, yes
one of the vulgar, lustful men;
but his hand was dead like a rock.
And with perception wavering,
I could have been in a bad dream.
And a long time after,
the bartender told a tale;
that the dancers were phantasmal,
and were a faded hue of pale.
And a long time after,
the bartender told a tale;
that the dancers were phantasmal,
and were a faded hue of pale.
Or, maybe seemed a faded hue of pale,
in the dimness, yeah, a faded hue of pale.
Don't you think you ain't normal?
How money becomes thy moral
Rather than thy character and behavior
Which don't hold into wealth-- its savior
Unless conforming to standard of principles
Set cum societal logistics-- the principals
Oh this new age makes it formal
I see, that's how you've had such oral
Love is fictitious, few mirror can reflect its tension
Heart beats for love, I wonder how blood builds in it its mansion
Mighty name is life, treating death like friend
Favor is of human on earth but only grace in heaven could commend
Watery ground beefing date, calling unto all; one by one
How often we forget to ever wanting earthly fun!
Altar guides meeting with Thee for forever to get secured
There, death's pain and agony will vanish and be cured
Of all sunrise I've seen, tipping point photographs chance
But only in Eon lies a pure off probability assurance
Laugh wipes inner tears, voice changes its gear
While smile only fake its look, trying to forget job undone so dear
Humility comes home... build for time been like foreigner
Truly, its state of being is confidential but conditioner
Can there be hope that sells fortunes for free?
Except in game where luck via suffering is the referee.
Hard not to love Dylan Thomas’s tall tales
Each gloomy day may just tip those scales
Sends you off the rails when all else fails
Dilly dally schoolboys get cat of nine tails
Go doolally rally in the valley hard as nails
Don't cuss no faff or fuss for us Taff males
Knew along with a fair few Cymru crew's hue
Shared view that no where else has in spades
Cascades of so many gloriously grey shades
Dylan boozy villain mutters hip hop hooray
Gusts bluster beneath his sails on his travails
Trooping way this colour can't be kept at bay
Muster bulbous tinted voluptuous glinted bales
Proudly ride loudly in the night on his coattails
Very fond of merry vagabond's beyond the pales
Hail the true Withnail's escapades made in Wales
Don't harangue pang for meringue gang at play
Not a gimmick pray clouds don't go away hold sway
Rollick then frolic & fossick.. a limerick for any day
Outdoor foray adore bucolic score kaleidoscopic GREY