Long Hues Poems
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Clothed with purple robe*, Saviour covered my damnation’s anguish
Bearing crown of thorns so in pride’s affliction I would not languish
Saluted “King of the Jews” only mockers could distinguish
Scourged to be crucified for my hell-fire verdict to extinguish.
Awarded with lovely sash of purple tints and hues
I’m grateful to God for blessings He does infuse
As He vanquishes my miseries blues---
Awed, I exalt His name, radiant with divine virtues!
*Mark 15:17 And they clothed him (Jesus Christ) with purple…
January 29, 2019
1st place, "CONTEST 560, any theme,any form..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/17/2019.
Vivid hues of gold and amber
Magical whispers aflutter with grace
Meant to bring praise to our creator
Who sent these splendors for our joy
Inspiring faith, hope and so much more
Wings pulsating with passion and promise
Sighs of exhilarating enlightenment
Meant to sway the spirit toward second chances
Whimsical delights which capture the heart
Sending creativeness to the depths of the soul
Dreams breathe vehement words of desire
Echoing intensity within their strong fires
Delighting in the enigmatic murmurs of insight
Leaving a trail of fervent satisfaction and blessing
Sent on the rushing arms of a gentle butterfly
butter flies and marshes mellow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
June 29, 2020
His eyes are sapphire gems
Coloring my world in passion
Whispering dreams fulfilled
Endless mysteries unwoven
~
His breath is a spring breeze
Blowing through my thoughts
Beckoning with hues of hope
Echoing desire as a chance
~
His bare skin sighs with insight
Heavenly entreaty motioning
With a heart of joy and praise
Amazing me with such grace
~
His face is strong and my fingers
Trace the wisdom in his features
Following the lines that smile gently
Carrying me to heavenly realms
~
His embrace holds me close
Hugging me with a sense of awe
Yearning to give me tenderness
Sensing all that is so fulfilling within
~
His promises tell me I’m awaiting
Sure feelings that will always deny
Anything other than pure satisfaction
That comes with knowing real love
~
His presence makes me feel alive
With a fire that burns on the inside
Revealing the fervor felt with him
When I allow myself to melt within
~
His heart is a rare miracle sent down
By a heavenly Father who knew
I would need someone to be true
With feelings that I could be sure of
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (1) any form any theme Poetry Contest
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Written and Posted on June 27, 2020
“Violets are Blue”
In this new space
you came in fast
like a meteor
I hesitate to say
you were smooth
in this new space
no one can hear
the sound bite,
but they
see the thoughts
of you
behind the windows
of their craft
helpless of this
new lifeform
this evolving state
of undress
addressing the
lack of hesitation
such a masterful
command in control
of a new language
sans speaking
sans ray bans
a new ecstatic view
a Barlow Lens creation
it outshines
the notion
of violets are blue
the star ship voyager voyeur
come in out of the cold
from the big blue
like a sky god
you smile,
you think, danger
danger will robinson,
cheese, is only
for the Moon,
but missing gravity
lost in space
is enough to make,
an ancient
astronaut
swoon
you’re way past
Major Tom
and ground control;
the court's yours
you think, a
slam dunk sink
incorrigible
spirit so blithe
piloting this new space
The Watchers
besides themselves
who's steering
the ship? now?
at the windows
hard pressed
observing new hues
absent crew
confederate ghosts
burning up a storm
in the cosmic mist
such lascivious lifeforms
sans sans
sans Ray Bans
a new ecstatic view
a Barlow Lens
situation
it outshines
the notion
of violets are blue
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
As the saccharine shadows of daylight dims
You can hear the melodies of eager eve
Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
Songs that the sun with the zephyr does weave
The tempo played by the vibrant sky is before us
Marigolds blooming and booming in the heavens bright
Psychedelic hues of the sundown plays a chorus
Dusk bowing to the music of the dark night
Homebound birdies chirruping their way to the nest
Wispy clouds bidding their last goodbye for the day
Stars entering the scene with supreme sonata fest
Maiden moon like a siren mesmerizing with her sway
Salmon welkin croons its crescendo as it turns indigo
A sprinkling of twinkles spattered across its face
Awestruck by the twilight's kaleidoscopic canticle glow!
What a sight to behold! Such harmonious charming grace!
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Written: March 2nd, 2024 3
Rumi's quote: Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Allow love to spur you in whatever you do,
Life's a canvas, awaiting artwork to ensue.
Ignite your passions and spark in the night,
Allow your soul to be your mentor, at full might.
Allow nature splendor to serve as inspiration,
Exploring the cosmos with fascination.
Allow hues of sunset and budding flora to flow,
Assist you to paint art that makes souls glow.
Allow pristine music to lead your way,
whilst you empower melodies to play.
devote the beat to invigorate your soul,
Let music convey the soothing console.
Allow diction to flow fluidly from your pen,
You have skills to lustering tales echo again.
Allow your mind to flow freely, akin to a river,
Express out explicitly with words that shiver.
Allow euphoria of smiling at the scenery music,
As you put delight in each minor task you pick.
Maintain that your amusement is pervasive,
Send smiles to everyone's faces; be persuasive.
Allow mellifluous kinship to serve as an anchor,
facing various hurdles and rewards, or rancor.
May your ties be sturdy and your bonds deep,
Genuine friendship is a commodity to reap.
As twilight’s veil begins to gently lift,
The fading grays give way to golds and blues.
And colors mark the waves as shadows shift,
Reflective of a new horizon’s hues.
Yet gazes fixed on distant unseen springs,
Omit the moment’s splendor cast aside.
While thoughts are lost on what tomorrow brings,
The fleeting now is taken by the tide.
But wakeful are the winds that blow from night,
Just as the sun extends its arms of gold.
Embrace the gift of this day’s morning light,
For it alone escapes tomorrow’s hold.
Surrender not one moment to the clock;
And catch the coming sunrise at the dock.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the midnight sky,
A solitary dreamer stands, wondering why.
City lights flicker, a distant hum,
Eyes wide open, yet senses numb.
Streets stretch out like rivers of concrete,
Neon signs flicker, heartbeat by heartbeat.
Buildings loom, giants of steel and stone,
Yet, in the silence, the dreamer stands alone.
With a slow blink, the world transforms,
A surreal symphony, where reality warms.
Lids close gently, like curtains drawn,
And the journey begins, in the realm beyond.
In this unseen tapestry of the mind,
Colors explode, sensations entwined.
No longer confined by the laws of day,
The dreamer meanders, lost in the astral ballet.
Picture moonbeams as spotlight glow,
Casting shadows where dreams may go.
Footsteps echo on cobblestone dreams,
Guided by whispers of celestial streams.
The air, a canvas, where fantasies blend,
As the dreamer glides, around each bend.
Stars weave tales in the cosmic ballet,
Where closed eyes see more than light of day.
Through the veil of the dreaming night,
Destinations beckon, bathed in soft light.
No need for maps or a guiding hand,
The dreamer's journey, a dance on dreamland.
In the theater of the dreaming mind's embrace,
The dreamer pirouettes through ethereal space.
Amidst shadows and whispers, a destination gleams,
A realm born anew, painted in the hues of dreams.
The
old house
from my memories
opens to a wide porch
adorned by mom with her
loving touch.Herbs,flowers
swayed to caressing breeze
Lilies in pink, roses in blue
and bougainvilleas that
blushed in lilac hues.
Green tulsi shrubs
tended with care.
Ah! leaves that
flavored
our tea.
They
were
laced
by a
fence
with a
sweet aroma
from tendrils
curling bluebells
intertwined in mesh.
The fragrant jasmine,
she sang to them
and put one in
her wavy hair.
Spring bloomed them to full moon. Monsoons brought a divine petrichor
that made us breathe the heavenly aroma of her love. She taught me
to care for them under the Mahogany tree that enveloped them from
raging heat. She worshipped her nursery like her own kids. Every
evening, dad used to share his stories watching the rosy blush.
On moonlit nights, we stargazed lying on the grassy bed and
listened to old songs on radio. I had built a corner of three
bricks to keep my favorite books to bloom and read them
on lazy noon with cuckoo's songs breathing intermingled
scents. When we left that house, the garden lived for
someone else. My mom had wished they would care
for it like she did. I packed my old books to move on.
Now years later, far from mom, when I miss my garden
of bliss, I unpack those books that still release scents of
roses and jasmine drenched and dancing, releasing soothing
petrichor. For a love so deep shall bless me now in my kitchen
garden, confined to few flowers. That love still blooms with those
books as I inhale the fragrance of those foregone days. Like I carry
my mother's essence in everything I am, the divine garden of that heaven
from my memories and the eternal fragrance of mother gleaming, lives on.
~ To the garden where I wrote my first poem
The other day I was rootin' around in my spouse's purse,
And was astounded by the contents that were so diverse.
If caught, I'd surely have hell to pay or maybe even worse,
And fer that very reason I shall never share with her this verse!
I was lookin' fer the spare car keys since mine I had displaced,
But was careful not to disturb her 'valuables' in my sneaky haste!
I discovered a broken pencil stub and a half-eaten Snickers bar,
A Wrigley's chewin' gum wrapper and the lid of a Mason pickle jar!
Diggin' further I found a dozen lipsticks in various sizes and hues,
And fer some reason her bag contained a couple of 3-inch screws!
Her wallet had a stash of cash that fer some reason she was hordin',
And curiously among other things was a photo of the King of Jordan!
I found an old 1980 date book which seemed to me of little use,
And wads and wads of used Kleenex which I found rather abstruse.
There was an assortment of finger nail files and emery boards,
Outdated grocery coupons and various threads, strings and cords.
I never did find the car keys after goin' through all the trouble.
They're probably lost without a trace 'midst all that useless rubble!
Thankfully, I didn't get caught or they'd be haulin' me off in a hearse,
Fer furtively rootin' around in my spouse's very personal purse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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