Long Hue Poems
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You will emerge from this it’s certain
It is not the end nor final curtain
Like all colours have a hue
And the grass it’s morning dew
You will survive and this is true.
Like the rainbow appears after the rain,
and erases dust and stain
Like the sun bursts through the cloudy morn
like a pestering assault on scorn
Like the deafening silence rushing through your ears
A stark reminder of all your wasted years
Like the night brings forth the daylight
everything will soon be right.
erase the worry that clouds your mind
leave those worries well behind
Like the smile that paints you face
shift those reminders that crowd your space
you will emerge a victor this is certain
do not despair or lose your hope
You will survive and this is true
Because all colours have a hue
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
She brushes her long silky tresses,
smiling at her beautiful reflection.
A closet full of jewels and dresses.
Everything about her is perfection.
Physical splendor and material wealth
fades with age and crumbles in time.
Growing old erodes a person's health,
a bane once we've past our prime.
Spring lasts but a short tender season.
We are not renewed like buds or a leaf.
Winter encroaches in an act of treason,
we're suddenly old, consumed with grief.
Tarnished becomes the crown we wore
in days of our youth when life was new.
But the clock ticks and we cannot ignore
our golden days have taken on a gray hue.
February 24, 2023
Inspired by Robert Frosts' Nothing Gold Can Stay Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
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.
Blue, the color of the ocean, mirrors the tears that streamed down my face when you said goodbye. It's the hue of the lies I told,
the hidden pain that the world never saw,
the ache in my heart when you expressed hatred—a sentiment I feared was true.
Two years have passed,
yet I'm trapped in a cycle of remembrance and regret,
unable to escape the shadow of our past.
The details of our shared life—your number, your address,
the places we cried—are etched in my memory.
We could have avoided this heartache with the truth,
but I was too immature to realize what we could have been.
Your face haunts my dreams,
your voice still echoes, and I'm left questioning why we lied,
why I claimed to hate you.
I gave you love,
but it wasn't reciprocated, and that's fine.
Yet, I'm burdened with the question:
why didn't I just tell the truth?
I penned a final letter,
a farewell, believing it would be the end.
But I can't call you, even though I remember your number,
because you've moved on.
It seems I'm alone in this lingering pain,
seeking closure I'll never find.
So, I'll try to move on,
to pretend,
to forget this poem
I never wrote.
People may think me mad for clinging to this juvenile love,
but despite the hatred that now mingles with my affection,
I can't help it—I still love you.
I see through my eyes visions from my face
Speculating dusk to dawn ! I see daylight
The crescent moon in the twilight sky subsided
Hues prominently spreading with the morning sun
I visualize! Beauty of color with a glare
With my iris - my pupil - I then solemnly stare
Gleaming! I glow ! I am positively mesmerized
Seeking those prominent skies each new born day
My elegant hand reaches with the root of its arm
The sun rays beaming in my eyes , I do trace
I look! At dawn each day at the beauteous sunrise
And love the lasting color of rays braised in the skies
The daylight hours of my morning sun
Building dreams hour by hour to pass each day
I saw God's eyes in the sun rays today
And may I lead each day of the morning hour
Looking up to the morning sun - beauteous of hue
Influencing me to inspire God's creations in you.
Therefore the visions I traced in my life I admire
Resemble beauty leaving memories marked in my soul
With the presence of the sun the warmth keeps me whole.
And the inspirations I influence shall the hues blossom
Always remembering each brand new day the sun may come.
Prominently gleaming for the eyes- to be mesmerized.
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.
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.
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.
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.