Long Tangerine Poems
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autumn's champagne sky dreamy clouds float
leaves waltz in puce, tangerine, red
swirling, twirling, crumbling in
breeze whispering tender
melodies from far
bells chime sublime
stream murmurs
tale of
love
August 13, 2022
Dramatic moon glows high above the emerald mountains
Shimmering dreams of celestial romance fade to soft sparkles
Pierces the darkness in glorious rays of hopeful beams
Starlight whispers fall across the bleached branches of autumn
Once glistening with scarlet, tangerine and butternut golds
Starry skies reveal the luminous forest of naked limbs
Shadows laugh through the murky darkness, inviting nightmares
Silent dreams haunt the hearts who listen to the peace of nightfall
Black illusions drift across the soul with heavy handed doubt
Luna longings surface on the silent feelings breaking through
Soft rays of illuminating grace cascade along the woods edge
Brilliant breaths of rippling streams rise to fill the hungry desires
Nocturnal melodies flow up through the oaks, birch and pines
Hues of joy pour over melancholy of a dark foreboding
Music lingers on the heart who knows this is evening’s genius
AQUAMARINE waves kiss the shore as gulls fly overhead.
CRIMSON Geraniums hang in baskets on the porch.
We've planted LAVENDER outside the garden gate for luck,
and lined the driveway with LILAC bushes.
There is a LEMON tree and a TANGERINE tree in the back yard.
They offer shade and luscious fruit.
I don my best CHARTREUSE muumuu and a CORAL necklace and bracelet,
with a SAFFRON colored ribbon in my hair to welcome my guests.
We will sit in the garden and sip WATERMELON wine,
as we discuss my new home and what to do with it.
This will be where I will come to enjoy nature and find peace.
It will be the place where I will come to retire in this quaint little village.
It will be my sanctum sanctorum.
My little house by the sea.
April 14,2021
Everything’s going down thanks to the tangerine clown
His cohorts blood sports “muppets” the collective noun
This lout every town does rout either drought or drown
Farce as the grass burns turns brown is so easy to frown
Naked truth everyone knows about Emperor’s new gown
Half baked common sense forsaked with his faked crown
Bereft at not deft sheer heft of non stop theft by top tier
Tries to smear races from other places & anyone que*r
Walk the plank every rank does spank cranks up a gear
It is clear this is the dystopian nadir the world does fear
Does appear the end’s near just jeer at all we hold dear
Bunkum as do strum our spectrum with their plectrum
Sneer at us out of their rectum.. but still no referendum
Fair dinkum is a nostrum atop the rostrum our panacea
Little wins that dampens the din of the mandarins sins
Society spins beaming grins replace steaming chagrins
Ignore the scheming as that’s how the dreaming begins
So let’s save the teens and free them from their screens
Let them see it’s not all about these mean online ravines
Prevent their descent as everyone does vent their spleens
Vanquish their anguish as do languish in internet latrines
Mother Nature has the sheens her kaleidoscopic canteens
Hypnotic colours she preens bathed & swathed in greens
Quixotic pleasure of leisurely stroll which your soul cleans
By any means chill your beans is a skill which’s in our genes
Shun despotic rhetoric be an envoy for joy of other cuisines
Weans ourselves out of the trough with our poetic vaccines
Exotic almost erotic scenes all feel like real kings & queens
So when that obscene tangerine clown again goes to town
Nature will be our saviour so come on do yourself a favour
So much free flavour to savour if you look up and not down
So many enchanting colours created by lord
He painted the earth with masterstrokes of varied hues
aquamarine, crimson, chartreuse, coral,
lavender, lemon, lilac,
saffron, tangerine, watermelon...
Aquamarine water reflects sky
Sun changes hues from crimson to saffron to lemon
Green leaves of varied hues have colourful flowers like lavender, lilac, rose
Eatables like watermelon, mango, pomegranate, lemon, broccoli
spinach, carrot, tomato
are not just tasty but bright and colourful too
Do we ever discriminate between vegetables on grounds of color
Or against flowers on grounds of color
Or between moon and sun on grounds of color
Do we hate our black hair? Our black eyebrows?
Would we hate our children if they were dark skinned?
We wear black dresses for their beauty
We buy black car for its sheer magnificence
Black valets, ties, shoes, handbag and accessories all are an essential part of our life
We simply adore walking at night,
Shining stars and moon get their enchanting look on the backdrop of black sky
We love and use everything black but hate black skinned people
Our fair skin gives us a sense of superiority
We like fools forget skin is a mere covering,
inside all are same
Blood is red for all.
18.04.2021
Inspired by
Changing Colors contest by Emile Pinet
Written: February 24, 2024
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Moonbeams kindle ambrosian dreams
Love evolves on auric gleams
A gem in space, a costly pearl, a Luna
Fetching felicitous feelings, a fervid fawn
In this wassail ethereal area, hearts soar
I was awestruck by the lambent moon
Glittering gems, gilded in dull dust
Vanity surpasses a chimeric spell
A cromulent devotee, in awe
Emerald aureola, blazing high star
Heavenly memoir amphorae
Sew love from words in utter gaze.
Toed moon syntax tonight
In our bucolic spot, love will thrive
We are those who wield abilities of orbs
Sparse straps, splitting stripes
Love outshines crimson swirls
Sapphire adorns translucent tulips
Sturgeon Roe names cast in crystal
Sipping strawberries spoils serene seas
My love infused a porcelain spirit
Sketch my comely soul
Let me breathe your raspy hiccups
Believe me—beyond oblivion
Your Zinnia blooms gambol my heart
Gorgeous, lost in a well-woven nimbus
Fugacious felicity and fluff on fiery flowers
Rising flames, faint shooting, conflict.
Outside orbs offer otherworldly orbits
Deciphering diaphanous riddles
Could night cherubs grasp our grace?
Classic clear cloud cores
A balmy silk breeze hides enigmas
Covered below perseid colors
Your dulcet eyes sparkled dimly
Rose-tuned praise of cyan candidness
Via velvety vintage valleys, vivid verse vests
Beleaguer back the fire of our waltz
The moonlight lifts our mellifluous breath
Dreams soar in tangerine skies.
Raven orchids drape the night,
fraying in the high petals
of swooning fronds.
I sit beneath a daffodil porch light,
a blood moon blushing tangerine
in a field of white alyssum
as I smell the nascent lilt
of a voodoo rose.
The giggling breeze
that flirted with my lashes
suddenly becomes a gust,
stinging my eyes.
Voodoo thorns rip my shirt
in a netherworld of absent flesh
as silhouettes of unbridled marigolds
woo their willing beds.
In my daffodil haze
I lift black narcissus
in an absent glass
to toast forbidden love,
the feral moon and I
beneath the breathless echo
of wild star light.
Posted 11/25/22
Pink and sallow lemonade, marmalade and tangerine…
Explodes the Alaskan expanse - a slice of apple pie.
Apt U.S.A. hurray! My fanfare-fire flowers are serene.
Listen closely to the swoosh, the Sitka sunset in the sky.
Soothing to the mind, mind you, mindlessly-aware.
What dreadful daylight masks my delightful heights.
No matter the wildlife on land and sea, there is no scare -
the city’s eyes propped up-pop at Aurora-Borealis lights.
Kayaks fill the moony-eyed twilight, oars in dreamy seas.
With no cares at all, sunset-soaked, so cool the dark.
Cool as blueberry ice…dive right in. Feel Tlinget breeze.
Meet the humpback in the clouds, and spear a shark.
I just wish I could lean upon the mountain tops.
Perhaps I can, in daydreams, when no man is looking.
I’d look around then tap my toe in puddles on rooftops;
and peak in doors and windows to see what’s cooking.
But, the place I’m drawn to as the moon turns to silk
and the stars line up like the Rockettes in New York city -
my home sweet home…I’ll never leave it - sweet milk
splashed with sighs - Sitka atmosphere, fervently pretty.
“the fate of winter moths”
sitting on the stoop, concrete sodden with
the chill of late winter. the air
acquires a coolness like your first breath
after confessional. the Christmas lights
illuminate the porch in a motley of whites
and oranges. the tangerine glow casting
warmth while the sun is taking his smoke
break. Two sounds permeate the crisp air
rising up to my ears like a swan through
inky lake water: the languid boughs
sighing in the wind, scraping their emaciated
limbs together in contemplation and the
fatal buzz of my neighbor’s bug zapper.
It stands watch like a plum King’s Guard,
never resting in his duty; an amethyst firebrand.
The absence of the mosquito’s persistent drone
is chilling, and its deafening vacancy amplifies the
cruel cut of the bug zapper.
In this quiet cacophony
I think that letting moths fall prey to an
undeserved, mauve, electric death is the cruelest
thing I’ve ever known.
I creep back up the
steps and cast a wary
look into my neighbor’s
grimey window and am
shocked to see them
sleeping peacefully.
I lay with languor praying for an answer I’d been seeking.
Azure glitter-drops splashed upon
the clean white sand nearby my feet.
I drifted into sleep then as wisps of clouds
in a sky mirroring the cerulean sea beneath it
wafted slowly like my slackening pensive thoughts.
I’d dozed and was awakened by gulls’ shrill long calls.
Instantly, I was jolted by twilight, and I
saw crimson and persimmon devouring sky.
Slathered-on apricot and rubescent streaks
formed the backdrop to the seagulls’ piercing shrieks.
Some saffron deliciousness was also in my view
when just as suddenly came the answer to
the question I’d been pondering before my nap.
It came as if the sunset had the sound of a snap!
Gamboge, tangerine and raspberry sorbet
drizzled into sea at the end of that day.
Mesmerized and well-pleased, I lingered there.
Dusk turned into night with the hush of a prayer.