Long Purple Poems
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Violets dance next to path that needs weeding
Fuchsia flox in hot pink is grown there from seedling
My red brick pathway needs plenty of attention
Purple lilac tree practically too beautiful to mention.
Steps lead up to my three bushes, Rose of Sharon.
The mums are all dried up, not loved by me, Caren.
Sunny yellow daffodils along my garden gate
And a pink tulip tree that is truly first rate.
The scent of lilacs is overwhelming,
A movie crew should actually be filming.
Along the edge are verdant soldier ferns
Prancing next to my crimson tulips, taking tiny turns.
I love my yard from beginning to end.
I feel so proud when I bring home a friend.
A place where raccoons come to spend the night.
Attract deer too with their hooves so light.
I cannot say enough about my back yard.
I have worked diligently, planting extra hard.
The sun and God have done their fair share too.
It is a paradise for me, and the rabbits too.
I found an old lantern
behind the door we stopped opening.
Dust covered the purple glass.
I brushed the years from its glass with my sleeve.
and the purple returned.
We used to raise our voices,
afraid silence meant we were losing
each other.
Now we sit quietly,
We had words,
but every word stayed somewhere inside.
The lantern whispered
through the silence between us.
Outside, the festival carried on,
while we stayed inside
beside the lantern between us.
The room felt different than before.
The lantern stayed on the table,
between us,
neither of us moved.
What we hid away
still waits behind doors
we thought were closed.
Those memories are old pages,
left where we last stopped reading.
So I hold it between us,
not because I believe
tomorrow would be any different.
But as proof
even after the hours
when our voices could not reach
across the room,
the dust had gathered,
but the lantern was not dark.
Personal Poetry Wheel Challenge
Challenge Dates: July 13, 2026 - July 19, 2026.
Theme: Relationships
Emotion: Peace
Color: Purple
Season: Festive
Form: Free Verse
Object: Lantern
Verb: Whisper
First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber. Even the ruts in the driveway, are beautifully trimmed in rime, glistening in the touch of sunlight that has just now fondled the horizon. Finn,..our golden lab, struggles to get up on his feet this morning, to be let out. He limps a bit stiffly, then hesitates, reluctant to step out into a chilly dawn. It's the first time I have noticed how rudely is a gray veil clouding those wise, brown eyes. Finally, he ventures outside, walking gingerly, under a sky, jaggedly streaked with purple. The morning air is persuading the cold breath of winter soon to follow. Mourning doves are slowly disappearing, although two familiar stragglers, like old friends, are sitting high upon the shed roof, watching the leaves tumble like golden gems to the earth....and keeping watch, like soldiers, at their post. And Finn forgets his discomfort, for just one moment, and runs for a closer look. He jumps, barks, and they fly off into the sunrise. There is an odd feeling in today's somber light, which seems to turn the page of another season.
a tail thumps the door
as I reach for the leash...
we wait for the sun
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For Contest Sponsored By Broken Wings 9/20/13
Orioles, blue jays, blackbirds, and red robins all sing
robustly to tangelo sun, as meadows and woods ring.
All through spring and summer gloss, as roses glisten,
Nature's noonday, jade heartbeats, cause all to listen!
Glittering gold on green lakes-an afternoon of amber,
Exotic trills rise, in quiet hours of persimmon glamour.
Saffron songs swell in the orange peel, blossom fields,
entrancing them into a dark orange dance of the hills.
Rivoli's hummingbird hums, in a purple and teal coat
even donned in green and brown, in marigold soaked.
Nightingale croons plaintive, florid, butterscotch arias,
and there is revelry of roses, in far, marmalade areas!
Day is so long for rufous hummingbird, in fiery plumes,
Enriching hot, lime spaces, with apricot, droning tunes.
Islam Burning
In deep purple flame
Stapled to the cross
While the peasants yell below
Demon demon demon
Black flags rise
Hearts fail to beat
Humanity has lost this score
The axe swings in the air
Freedom at last
From Islam’s beasts
My head tumbles into the dust
I am now an icon of the history I so loved
I am Khalid al-Asaad
Your humble servant of antiquity
Aug 19, 2015
In memory of Khalid al-Assad murdered by Islamic cowards.
Islamic State militants beheaded a renowned antiquities scholar in the ancient Syrian city of Palmyra and hung his mutilated body on a column in a main square of the historic site because he apparently refused to reveal where valuable artefacts had been moved for safekeeping.
According to Syrian state news agency Sana and the UK-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights, Asaad was beheaded in front of dozens of people on Tuesday in a square outside the town’s museum. His body was then taken to Palmyra’s archaeological site and hung from one of the Roman columns.
“Al-Asaad was a treasure for Syria and the world,” his son-in-law, Khalil Hariri, told the Associated Press. “Why did they kill him? Their systematic campaign seeks to take us back into pre-history. But they will not succeed.”
Red equals a love rosed lust crave
erupting volcano explossion
fever among two people.
Orange equals driving miss daisy
through the collapsing bed frame
breaking sweat against their,
hot lava Oozing river.
Yellow equals their glow of fireflies,
flow through the night brightly
gazed eyes between them above
the cloudy covers.
Green equals sweet' ned nectar
along the castel gods,flowing
On ward the lands, of hungry
animals (mammals) slamming the
wind,beneath the halo or horns!!
of naughty dirt.
Blue equals their thriving thirst of
fresh water to each others
strive for love blasting
down the heavens doors.
Purple equals lavenders pastel
boldness to keep this a
hot n' steamy sweat story
between them. HAhaHA!!!!
So I can not give you anymore
details of this, relationship!!!
GoodBye til we
Meet again!!! Wouldn't you like to
Know my secret????
"The Hummingbird Cake"
The day started bright -
Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against
Electric Blue
crackling along her lips
like Lightening
Sizzled on
her bitumen
her mind
winked at you...
Splits two
into one
not three
Taken slowly
deliberately
cake digested
swallowed like swallows
nibbling freely on air
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm
stairs to you she stares
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle
shaken and caste
on a playing board
pure white
not black
She,
Third person,
always Third person,
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the
words you have put on
and slowly worn warm
Revisits in her evening
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer
Blueberries and
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws
The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers,
reckless kisses and an unplanned
Storm;
A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread
In dreams while you watched
a movie in bed
Spoken to you
through
mind cerebral
not Reality read
Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips
that silently bled Red
Words
Meanings
Life
Read
Red
Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.
Australiana
Fed.
Sleep,
Bed.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI
"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics
I can still see you standing in the doorway,
wearing your purple robe
Waving to me as a late summer breeze,
carried me off to work
You waved to me each morning
How could I know this was to be the last,
That I’d never again behold your loving gaze
That you’d be taken from me
If I knew,
if I could have known,
what would I have done differently
Would I have held you a little longer,
Perhaps a longer kiss
Would there have been uncontrollable tears
Or would I have lovingly waved goodbye,
securing a beautiful memory
We can never know what is to be the last time.
Nobody can discover anything
that's hidden in the quite woods
of the striking wilderness:
if adventure and curiosity limit
our perception to fully discover it
with the keenest senses:
it can make us marvel at the loveliness.
of the butterflies or the swiftness of falcons,
and if we had wings, we could see everything,
but without insight or imagination: nothing amazes!
Admire the yellow dandelions that lovers blow
to make realistic wishes in that moment so mellow;
picks one, scatter its seeds and make more grow:
youngsters adore them, so does a House Sparrow!
Exploring the quite woods of the striking wilderness
opens up dusty, winding trails so often travelled alone;
do the indigo lilacs match the sapphire skies above?
Do the golden orioles match the amber sunflowers
that are bent on their tall stalks by the gales...
when sunset stuns all with its purple shades?
Follow these footsteps to cherry blossom hills,
and to steep mountains greener than wild grass;
it's an adventure away from the bustling cities
with rising skyscrapers and streets without trees!
Yellow-green May
Loving blue jay
Land in love with water at the bay
Heartbeats in the sway
You are so handsome
Green-blue sea
Splashes against you and me
Bubbles colored in glee
Offer us the key
To let our hearts go dancing
Purple robe in emerald nest
Tulips in their pinkish quest
Soft and white the chickadee’s breast
Let’s move to shade for rest
From dancing to a little blossoming
White cloud cuddles the sky
Run away glances in your eye
Birds in the orange stimuli
The gondola stands by
Passionate circumstance
Beggars sing in the street
Boredom in the escort’s feet
Blue and green are incomplete
Wounds, soul-ache and defeat
Sadness darkens in the blossom
Rhododendrons in white bunch
Green chilli with the lunch
Tipsy on a sweet fruit punch
Your flavor lingering in the munch
So fulfilling is nature
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May 23, 2016