Long Navy blue Poems
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I’ve seen a bit of Mother Earth
And have some thoughts, for what it's worth
The colors, wonderful palette
You fly above and can’t forget
The farmer fields of lime and silt
To sum it up – it’s one big quilt
Then steely blades of flowing creeks
And shiny snow of cold dark peaks
Red roofs of happy country homes
And sandy steppes where no one roams
The cotton of the fluffy clouds
You find them act as hilltop shrouds
The breathing oceans, navy blue
Them boats leave trails of minty hue
All shiny, sparkling parking lots
And saline-marshes greenish spots
Red rocks of Arizona hills
I love the color for it thrills
And glacier ice, of baby blue
Is eons old, but looks like new
Insanely twisted Russia’s land
You find it in Far Eastern end
Expanse of khaki, all at hand
It’s “no man’s land”, Newfoundland
All yellow roads that go nowhere
Grey thunder clouds fill the air
Mix of cement, of glass and metal
The stars, they leave the soul unsettled
The distant rain wall, ghostly white
A mantis lake, that is so bright
Love golden beaches, frothy waves
The summer treat, one of my “faves”
Night red and yellow vehicles’ tracks
Like diamonds shine to the max
Contrails are crossing big blue skies
For sure, “candy for the eyes”
Sunrise first pink on jets’ long wings
And bloody reds the evening slings
The silver power lines, they glow
Maize desert sands, in dunes they flow
The view is grand, but for a dove
What I described, seen from above
There is a lot we are missing out
On what our Earth is all about
There’s plenty more I haven’t seen
The planet’s life, it’s color green
And in the rat’s race, girl and boy
Find your own colors to enjoy
May 11, 2026
The butterfly flutters by—
It’s the symbol of our Company.
That logo’s on my bus so high,
Where clients ride so comfortably.
That noted fluttering butterfly
Is a noble Pacific Monarch;
You can sometimes see it cruising by
The Monterey Peninsula, light or dark.
You’ll see my bus parked by fine hotels,
Classy wineries, the Monterey Aquarium,
Beneath the Carmel Mission bells,
Or in Pebble for the A. T. and T. Pro-Am.
The butterfly flutters by—
And in case you didn’t know it,
The driver that waves as he flies by
Also happens to be this poet.*
*The driver has been working part time since 2007 for
Pacific Monarch Ltd., which is headquartered in Marina,
California. The buses are navy blue with a white butterfly
logo. The author has written many songs and poems
while waiting in his bus between runs.
Oregon State Flag
"STATE OF OREGON" flag
A Navy blue field
Escutcheon in gold
The majestic American eagle
Stands proudly above
Expressing support for
Its admittances in
Eighteen-hundred-fifty-nine
Into the union with thirty-three stars
A blazing sun setting
Over the Pacific Ocean,
Mountains, forests and a Conestoga wagon
All representing the dynamic natural resources
And splendor of Oregon
And the early settlers to the territory
A state with acres
Of farm land, mountains, forest, and beaches
Crystal clear aqua blue streams and rivers
Brilliant blue skies, breathing sweet fresh air
“The Beaver State”
Rated with its state flag
Shown proudly on the other side
Of our Oregon State flag
Only flag that proudly stands by its
Oregon state animal
By: Eve Roper 7/16/2015
Contest Name: Your Country State City Flag
Sponsor: Judy Konos
The moon is a silver lavaliere,
Hung in a navy blue sky.
As I walk the quiet streets of town,
I give a gentle sigh.
All is finally quiet now,
Restful, peaceful, still,
And looking up I see a sight,
That gives my heart a thrill.
Countless stars adorn the sky,
Like diamonds lain on velvet,
And I alone am witness to,
The heavens treasure secret.
All others locked behind their doors,
Lie in peaceful slumber.
They miss the beauty that I see,
They miss the silent wonder,
Of the diamonds and the silver,
That decorate the sky.
They miss the matchless beauty,
That chills and thrills my eyes.
I felt a touch of beauty as I mused along memory lane.
It was a soothing lane that was void of
Any shame or pain.
I recalled that we never gave her a name,
Nor rendered to her any recognition of fame.
Faithful as the old gyser in Yellowstone,
She always brought us safely home.
Pleasant thoughts of her are very soothing,
Enamaled and satuated with sweet musings.
A navy blue vehicle always saying, "Yes I can".
She was an old and common little van
But performed like a giant of a man.
She was an answer to prayer, clear and free.
We needed more transportation, so clear to see.
Her engine always started and never faded.
She even took a load of kids more than 150
Miles to a Billy Graham Crusade.
Today, I shall call her, Little Blue Faithful, because
She was God's gift for which I am forever grateful.
Tring Tring: Is that you?
Yes, my love how do you do?
Hey! I bought a new pair of shoes,
This time my shoe size is two!
Oh dear, you look so cute,
In your little boots!
My cutie son in dungaree navy blue!
A sheath dress, a watch, a ring and a cake for you!
Would you come! Please, make my wish come true!
O my love! My honey, I am always around you.
Close your eyes and feel the breeze,
Come on, let’s play all day through!
Just look into Daddy’s eyes,
We are dying for your sight.
God needed my body,
But my soul is with you.
Daddy’s windshield wiper,
You are the bravest tiger!
Sharp at twelve, we will cut the cake and celebrate.
Be there, don’t make me wait!
Just hug your Daddy tight,
And share the cake’s bite!
Sandwiched in between,
I can feel you two, right!
Mommy, I got to go.
I have to dress up for the show.
Tring Tring, is that you?
Yes honey, I love you, I miss you.
Why did you go……………………………………..
Form:
I stood on a shore so pristine and gleaming,
and being drawn into the most bizarre dream...
everything from imagination to fantasy seemed real,
and with arms outstreched I welcomed this sighting.
Astonishingly, a new world appeared reflecting the rippled sea below
encircled by white clouds swirling around it, not wanting to go...
it was of a navy blue without a patch of green as our former planet seemed;
instantly, I assumed that all the lovely continents had completely dissapeared.
Did I desire to venture myself and live there as an alien from Earth,
start a civilization from the bits of knowledge I had gathered from day one?
" No change for survival, " I told myself considering loneliness and dearth...
then, enlightenment came to me, " It's not impossible...it can be done! "
As a loner, drawn into the most bizarre dream, I meditated to achieve my intent:
to seek God and ask Him to pull out one of my ribs and create my companion...
a kind and giving soulmate, so I wouldn't be taken by fright and wander alone,
but share the new creation with the woman who wouldn't be tempted by a serpent.
I came out of the supermarket to be greeted
by the most amazing sky so stunning I stopped
and just stared navy blue back ground lined
by startling sapphire streaks that were layered.
Isles of azure blue all around were dotted
and the Clifton suspension bridge framed
perfectly as if an artist had just painted
it amidst the towers that above it soared.
Driving along admittedly gawking nearly crashed
fast as possible I got to a clear spot and stared
got out heart thumping in pure joy totally bedazzled
by the superb spectacle of various blues intermingled.
As full dark came away it all faded
I rushed home and a pen I grabbed
yet I knew that justice beyond me laid
it would take a master for it to be captured
My Piece of Heaven on Earth
My cute traditional sink,
The sliding kitchen windows, too.
The lovely bright red cabinet doors
And some are dark navy blue.
The quaint swirling ceiling lamp with
a fan.
Oh, wow, I am so glad nothing is
new or Smart.
I am even grateful I have a wooden
cart not metal, that rolls.
It's so beautiful and attractive, too.
And Mothers colored mixing bowls!
Plus, prettiest of all a wax melter,
radiating jasmine into the air.
It's lit and imprinted in gold, so
You can see the word, JOY, it reminds
me what life is all about,
I sit in my kitchen and just stare at
the uniqueness of my place on earth.
So filled with God's love, protection
And my loving family's eternal mirth!
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
1:30 pm PST
You chase sleep into a dream
without any guarantee.
And dance upon a moonbeam
gilding a navy blue sea.
You may ride a shooting star
simply to know how it feels.
Or view your life from afar
in a series of reveals.
Truths dissipate in dreamland:
their existence, swallowed whole.
For time's but a grain of sand
falling into a black hole.
Dreams let you soar to the stars
on imagination's wings.
And walk the surface of Mars:
or run around Saturn's rings.
Secure in fantasy's grip,
sleep conjures dragons to mount.
Letting reality slip,
there's nothing you can't surmount.