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Full luminescent Moon wears a rainbow crown,
of red, orange, yellow, green, and blue.
Reflecting the dancing stars of wonder
in the middle of an ocean, a gown of panes gray.
As the fast moving, bending white fluffy clouds drown.
Pass by veiling it for moments breaking down
to spellbind bright puffs of clouds conforming
to different shapes that drape the night sky.
Extending my arms, I arise and stand,
reaching on my tiptoes to grasp the brightest star.
In the distance afar magical rainbow transposes.
Mystifying and strange happening developing wings,
rising excitement that astound I spread my arms,
spellbound, embracing the star that is sparkling.
Magnificent glow in the night skies nearer the star
I have to close my eyes, the brighter it became.
I overcome the flame grasping a peace in my heart that defies.
2/25/2022
The Night Sky Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anna Marie Kaianah
Sepulchered inside a vaulted night so deep
the crow soars alone inside that ebon sky of yours
Center arched in space, heaven is filled with stars
an so your secret lies across orange-yellow meteors.
Encased inside a cold embrace,
your imminent last sigh ! .
Irreversible as the hour, this cancer has taken a leap
and the butterflies of summer, have all but gone away
Choral hymns of worship, " Amazing Grace," Foresight !
how I long to keep you here, at least for one more day.
Within the cold embrace of death,
your inevitable, goodbye !
Black Dahlia, lily, rose, cosmos, tulip, pansy,
Attract more than multi-colored flower-fancy...
Black - an amalgamation of colors many,
Has lots of rainbows hidden, within its belly!
Symbol of strength, wealth, elegance, intelligence;
Death, decay, and unknown too is black resilience!
Color Black can courageously stand up and say:
I help you, colors, to stand out and stably stay!
Blackness covered all before God's new creations,
Death and devil too are black-power foundations.
Humans need not cling to fairness or goldenness,
God has dwelling also in good-willed dark boldness.
Orange, yellow, green - cannot indigo avoid,
If Rainbow drops any, won't God's designs go void?
Applauding all colors is a human response,
Avoiding any, simply, is impuissance!
26 August 2021
The Color Black Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Tulips are spring-blooming flowers, known for vibrant colors.
They are showy, coming in a wide array of bright colors, like
red, orange, yellow, pink, white, purple and even brown or black.
The large, cup-shaped flowers bloom in late March through May.
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Tulips are classic flowers loved by many for centuries and are
a classic symbol of love for the most known meaning of tulips
is perfect and deep love. As symbols of spring, they represent
rebirth or new life, the spiritual meaning of the flowers.
Tulips can continue to grow after being cut and can also
move toward the light that to women of today, tulips
mean power, strength, resilience, elegance and beauty.
The Days Come, Warmer
Time has ammassed the many aspects of me,
Which I then collect, design and tatt
Into delicate lace edgings for my aging, and which I then
Lay out into rings around the bases of tree trunks
To become splendor again, anew across the landscape
— with the fragrance of lilies — orange, yellow, purple —
Bursting their blooms through the darkened earth
Beside the already growing roses, asters, peonies and hostas —
To celebrate meeting a new season of warmth in the forest;
Awaiting evensong, to grace this day’s ending work and memories
With the birds flocking, circling, singing out overhead
From here to the horison’s moonrise.
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(c) sally young eslinger 5/12/2023
Dressed in orange yellow green white
Walking the streets alone this night
Beam of light do you carry
Locating the zombie and the unbury
Shuffling along dragging their limb
A long haired creature looking quite grim
You flash your light and they did scurried
They seeing you made them less worried
Along you go but following behind
Turn you do quickly light brightly shined
A fanged toothed vampire ready to bite
Quickly discouraged from your shining light
Monsters ghoul's goblins around
Dimly lit houses with ominous sound
Boo! Is the screech form behind the big tree
Jump is the feet in numbers of three
Relax you're the adult don't be naive
Tonight is the night all Hallows eve
Tricks for candies treats for a chore
The better the trick the candies are more
Watch them wisely they many in number
Someone to guard them before their slumber
In your bright vest volunteer protector
Neighbourhood watch for Hallows collector
The next life will see me as a skyscraper
Thirty seven stories tall
With shiny clean windows
Overlooking Kansas City
Which had never had one before…
I will overlook my fantastic fountains
Admiring multi-colored people pointing up at me
Loving their astounded faces
I will be painted orange yellow, like twilight.
In the Crossroads district
For it is the one that would accept me.
There will only be one messy window.
It will be on the ground floor
With lots and lots of color exuding from it
And a red window box with happy hot pink geraniums
People will get closer and peek in, wondering what is going on
They will see my granddaughter, Molly, an artist, painting.
In the background will be oodles and oodles of color.
I puff up in pride thinking of it.
It was a beautifully laid path of moram stones
minuscule ice dust seated on my pink hands
holding yours covered with a three-quarter
thick cotton high neck navy blue t-shirt
Our lips forgot their role as the eyes
got hooked in looking at rows of
the orange yellow pyramids lined
on both sides of the reddish brown path
In a dazzling grandeur autumn in a pose
mild fragrance wafting in the flowing wind
That the tragic hues could be so loud
one wouldn't believe without witnessing
Used gourd skins with Halloween residuals
sunlight seated on a pile of harvested straw
dimples on our cheeks we exchanged our eyes
two bodies rested for a while in a soul
Flapping wings in their southern flight
We look for a charcoal glow from each other
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October 22, 2020
Still-Life Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
I need to find me again
Lost since way back when
To change the color of a thought
Find myself that I forgot
Scorching red, darkest burning black
Needing brightest pastels brought back
Pale purple will become a written flower
Only vibrant colors hold that power
Pink, orange & yellow bloom a sunset rose
Purely pearl white only a daisy knows
Greens & browns are natural hues
Lighten my soul with sky & baby blues
Uplifting my spirits along with my mind
Imagining a bouquet with flowers of every kind
Picking bouquets makes everything better
Add some grasses, unique sticks, a feather
It's working better than I thought it would
Ways my imagination can do me good
Autumn aromas.
Apple crisp,
pumpkin spice,
cinnamon cider,
Watch out, a spider!
Crisp air and cozy coming.
Chestnuts roasting,
marshmallow toasting,
turkey roasting, host boasting.
Oak branches cover their little brown spinning beginnings.
Solid trees regal and strong,
two of them hold an owl’s song,
outdoors: orange, yellow, brown,
fluttering
down.
Raking.
Reading,
reflecting,
red delicious eating.
Nippy nature walks.
Napping.
November moon, are you ready?
Winter soon.
Scratchy scarecrows sneak through spooky corn mazes.
Scenic foliage,
campfire blazes.