Long Shades Poems
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Its the end of summer and the flowers are readying for fall
guess its just September's way of putting in her hooting call
London trees are sighing and the city folks are buying mohair
the sun is raying softer shades as we put away our lawn chairs
Writers tuck their hats and trade their benches for a cozy home
poetizing about Italian memories they pen about a trip to Rome
Here he comes Mr. freezie by morning, Mrs. warm by afternoon
I really did enjoy this happy summer but I think it left too soon
its the end of summer and the flowers are finally waving goodbye,
funny how people cling more to life, when their making ready to die.
"Picasso Blues"
Blue Sky
met
Blue Feather
on a
Blue Day
Collaborating
a slow dance
across the
lost dance floor
crowded
with more
than a thousand
hidden
keys to truth
ignoring
a thousand
poker playing
game changing
whispers blinking
in the dark room
poetically
seduced
immersed in
mirrors
shades of
dark and light
fingers playing
out notes in
quite volume
drowning in
black and white
to loud
slow rolling
Picasso Blues
silence
in a moment
romanced
no noise
and those
wide open
emerald green
hues
reflecting
freediving
fathomless
Periwinkle Blues
(LadyLabyrith/2019)
"Picasso Blue" / Might Mo Rodgers
https://youtu.be/AkPcNCnQU70
"I'm So Lonely" / Mighty Sam McClain
https://youtu.be/zBFjWr_sJh8
"Am I the One" / Beth Hart
https://youtu.be/ziy_WKNnNNk
“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
Anais Nin
"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.”
Jack Kerouac
Author's Notes: ;)
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Summer speaks to me by waking me up early
Playing tunes of beautiful song bird melodies
Blowing cool breezes in early mornings
Creating chimes of rustling tree leaves
She speaks to me through marvels of elaborate spider webs
Through various trees’ dazzling green shades
Through fascinating designs on butterfly wings
Through flutters of humming birds and dances of dragonflies
She speaks to me by offering plums, peaches and numerous berries
And various melons, figs and delicious cherries
Growing scrumptious tomatoes in the garden for my luxury
Exhibiting vivacious blooms on rose bushes and crape myrtle trees
She speaks to me shining bright through brilliance of sunlight
Warming the afternoons and dehydrating grasses on hillsides
Crafting radiant sunsets and captivating afterglows of twilight skies
Generating buzzing mosquitoes in stillness of evenings’ dim lights
She speaks to me through an astonishing sight of a skunk mama and her adorable babies
Showing a watchful face of a raccoon sitting in an oak tree
Displaying an occasional slithering of a rattler or a snake native
Birthing numerous insects and active lizard progenies
Through magnificence of marvelous starry nights
Through frog croaks and cricket lullabies
Through precious waters of the lake
Summer speaks to me and I listen with gratitude in my heart……
Like a knockout blow
In the final round
The challenges comes
All at once
How you cope will depend on how you see them
It's not always black and white
Pastel shades
Are all abound
You can get through this
Even if you have to tick
Them off one by one
Not everything
Needs to be resolved today
Deal with what you can
Lighter they will become
They say "Rome wasn't build in a day"
Neither was your character
It might look flawed to you
But in you might be
That single trait your foe wish they had
Test your resilience
And surprise yourself
You might see what I see
One day, hopefully some day
©220920151226
Death hints at a darkness
Shadowed beneath
Black sorrow, grief that pierces
The barriers of faith
Death whispers of dread
Faded pain and fear
Feelings so heartbreaking
They’re colored in hues
Of deep gray and ancient
Shades of dismay
Death weeps tears of desolation
Dejected and forlorn
Desperate to find purpose
Beneath the doom and fruitless
Feeling of anguish
Death erases the light
That twinkles so alive
In the eyes of those who know
Time only holds precious moments
Before it is time to let go
And allow death full control
Death likes to think it has won
But I know One who has overcome
The darkness of this feared fate
The destiny we all face
Death, in all its dark, lonely dread
Loses its sting when I remember
He has been resurrected
Jesus saves us from Death’s devastation
I’m so thankful there is this peace
That surpasses my understanding
Philippians 4:7
King James Version
7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
couplets
Surveying green, leaves me somewhat unfazed;
‘til spring leaves appear and my eyebrows raise.
Riddle, ma riddle, ma riddle me green,
how many shades of green can be seen?
There’s teal and pine, and most common - chartreuse.
Some leaves are olive, the evergreen’s spruce.
What of mint and moss and there’s lime or jade?
Brownish-specked hazel, my least fav’rite shade.
The leaves of spring are all about green;
it’s the revival of life that we keen.
When bare trees of winter begin to grow
I go for a drive and watch nature’s show.
written 21 Mar 2015
for Francine's It's Spring, Show Me the Green contest
THE FRUITY MEN
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In shades of ebony, they stand tall
Like Greek gods, muscular and all
Their skin like midnight, rich and divine
With strength that rivals the sweetest vine,
Chests like melons, grapes firm & round
Their laughter like cherries delightful sound.6
With arms like veges & branches, reaching high
They are as succulent as a ripe supply
Their abs and biceps like oranges & grapes,
Even nature isn't in tune with their names.
And just like fruits so sweet and kind,
They possess a magnetic, vibrant mind,¹²
Nature's bounty and a sight to behold.
They are ripe, confident, and bold
This Eden land inhabits the fruity men,
Apples, aplenty, ripen in the glen,¹6
The orange sun with lemon rays,
Shines shimmeringly on mother earth's face,
Bouncing banana bending in golden haze.
Pretty pineapples dance in the summer heat,
Many mangoes sway to the tropical beat,²¹
Plush papayas blush & gush with rosy hue,
Gargantuan guava whispers secrets too.²³
In this orchard of the fruity men,
Their sight definitely compels your amen
As nature’s bounty knows no end,
A symphony of colors and flavors blend
In this paradise, where the fruits transcend.²8
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?January 2024.
A flawless sapphire blue tanzanite sky
spurs the flight of a monarch butterfly,
discarding its colorless chrysalis
as summer's sunny rays intensify.
Waves tongue ticklish toes along the shoreline
licking at bare feet playing in the brine,
and laughs and giggles echo in the wind
as the magic of surf and sand combine.
The beach hosts a frenzy of sights and sounds
from frisbees to seagulls doing their rounds,
a cacophony of shrieks and clatter
as the children howl like a pack of hounds.
A yellow sun sparkles like a citrine
hung above splendiferous shades of green,
and I cool my sunburnt skin with a breeze
that smells of sweat and barbequed cuisine.
I revel in the dog days of Summer
set to the beat of a laid-back drummer,
for this unhurried pace is hypnotic,
although summer's end can be a bummer.
(Rubaiyat)
9/5/2018
When the weather is cold
we complain,
When the weather is hot
we complain,
It’s to windy !
I hear you say,
Theres not enough
breeze to dry my clothes today.
Why does it always
rain on my day off ?
Why does the sun always shine
when am at work ?
Can you remember snow,
My grandchildren say
’’what is snow ’’granny
Why are we never satisfied
when the sun shines
phew…...It’s to hot !
When the wind blows
brrrrrrrrr….It’s to cold !
Are we never satisfied.
Why don't we appreciate
what we get
We need the different
elements…...........
Look out of the window
see the beautiful colors
of trees and flowers.
Look at all the different shades
of green,
Our weather is what makes
England the green and
and pleasant land it is.
in a pensive mood strolling down the road,
rustling leaves keep a count of my steps,
a curious finch eyes me close,
an unwelcome intruder pacing past her abode,
I return the glance with a knowing smile,
slowly step away to cause her no further concerns,
such is the equation of our lives,
good old doctrine of live and let live.
life is a complex play of light and shadows,
a woven network of happiness and sorrows,
like shades of intricate patterns on the ground,
that the trees filtered rays have thrown!
my stroll takes me past a farm, a river,
but the trees keep their company all the way,
as if to remind me of the days we strolled,
along the same path, in years gone by.
in those patterns I see your face,
perhaps your eyes looking at me,
through that black satin veil that you wore,
to shield your fair skin from the summer Sun!
your fingers holding your long gown,
and the other leaning on me for love.
there is peace in these woods,
where memories live,
where nature strives to revive past days,
each step through shadows and light,
are like each step through life I took,
some steps were wrong and some were right.
these woven arboreal patterns, that I walk,
I shall walk over and over again!
in each of these daily strolls,
I walk through days of joy and pain!
Written 12/11/2023
Free verse
Komorebi poetry contest.
Craig Cornish sponsored