Long Teals Poems
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Amber is my color
It's a color of ember
Remember December…
How cold it was - I remember
It is now November…
No longer October…
Amber is my color
It's a color of ember
My mind is such a blur
I can hardly remember
The times we spent last November
Yellows and oranges are falling from the sky
Reds and blues are seen too, I cannot deny
Greens and purples are almost gone out of sight
Tans and pinks are twinkling like stars tonight
Grays and browns are also roaming away for quite a little while
Turquoises and lilacs float away like a feather for a marvelous mile
Violets and teals are fluttering away like a butterfly out of a captivity-bound cage
Emeralds and roses collide with each other and they are never, ever on the same page
However, amber is my color…
It's the color of burning ember
you distract me. and deny. and you defraud me. you destroy. me. you dream of me. and distance me. you are diffetent from me. maybe you aren't me. and maybe I don't hear love's melody. maybe you didn't move me. so why am I moving. and why is my heart racing. and why am I smiling. lusting after you. why am I craving such pain. I choose to taste your misery. why. I'm in love with you miserably. I love you. Deeply. Uncontrollably. Wholeheartedly. Distinctly. Unashamedly. Miserably. but you touched me. oh so miserably. but you touched me. when you touched me. I felt. I feel. purples, blues, greens. Or is it greens, purples, and blues. I can never be sure. I thought I would utter what was real. I thought I would be brave. Yet, I'm mute. drowning in your affection. letting you toy with me in this sick little game we play. I'm your violin strings. you're my play. my therapy. our mornings. the sunrays. navys, teals, royal blues, metallic. violets, plums, lavenders, and lilac. emeralds, limes, hunter and olive greens. I feel this so much. I am coloring. you inspire me. and you deprive me. and you tire me. retire into me. deep into me. deeper than deep. into earth. into me. back into time. the distances. the differences. the places. the people. realities verses comos. fears versus daydreaming. still, you are me. you are. me. and you are lovely. you read the poetry I write. you called me lovely. you are right for me. I write to you. lovely. can you write to me. you are beautiful. poof. poof. and away we go. hi. hello. you distract me. hey... Mister
A dreary sun shoots its milk-warm and colorless sun rays that
in this jovial season should be harmonious and radiant;
raves themselves are wearing the funeral dress...
they croak, lament, and cringe at ghostly shadows
that set a murky stage toward early sunset...
shouldn't everyone raise their melancholic chant?
If gold lures avid seekers so does our luminescent sun
which slowly crosses unobserved the Euclidean space
through serene skies or even through tempestuous ones;
believer or non-believer, its crossing affects lives that abase:
while the preacher prays, and the astronomer discovers
galaxies outside our universe and asks the question twice...
we'll be leading a hard existence indulging in occasional fun!
The macabre fluctuating elms scare away the crickets
and the glowing owls from their posts chosen for quietness;
infuriated are the Green-winged teals who flew miles
from the snowy North to find the warmest nests...
they gather closer and defy the menacing winds!
Little they understand that who is responsible is Man himself
whose greed has devastated forests with fires causing death!
Ghostly shadows set a murky stage,
who dares to act portrays courage;
the villains watch, they don't applaud...
doom is a hated word, a demise not contemplated.
Greta, a remarkable advocate, makes her entrance;
her voice echoes and they are hushed by silence:
" Our planet is dying, so will you people of little concern;
thinking I came here not to speak about danger and afflict scorn:
before a disaster occurs, take appropriate action
to save yourselves and this planet which is in imminent extinction! "
"outer space
wild blue yonder the dress she wore
Awesome
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a
Blue dress
A smoken bronze woman
One of God’s daughters
Blessed
Worn a blue dress
Her dress was royal
Colors blue green blue violet cornflower aquamarine
So beautiful she flows the dress comes down to her toes
And as she twirls Prussian blue cadet blue Cerulean teals navy hues
So sky blue ultra blue tones as it wraps it drapes her body’s bones
Blizzard blue pacific blue robin's egg blue denim blue bell true’s
Colors and covers her from her neck over her chest to her the tops of her shoes
She a angel God daughter dress in a ….
Dress of Blue
Sweet beauty herself was royal she dazzled me
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a such a beautiful
Blue dress"
12/28/19
Blue Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Oh midnight of spring; a lustrous parade,
In azure twirls enticing moonglow's array
The bolder blues, the lighter teals that spark;
While violets hum their notes of rhapsody.
Dusk arrives with turquoise rays soon to vanish
Mirroring quietude which gently floats;
Till cerulean clouds lays on the fold of eve's dress
After stardust pours its beads, cobalt its hue .
How this moment is lost in the nip of dawn
When indigo fire fades gently, the sun will rise
As the hours end quickly, I dare not forget,
One midnight calm of blue...never the same as this one.!
Janis Thompson's Contet:
The Color Blue - Revised, Old poems Too
Entered 1/27/2017 /A re-post
They named me the wilderness quail
I'm not as pretty as other birds are,
my feathers are golden, brown and frail;
I hide when a storm starts and my bizarre
behavior becomes fret, no stone pine
can protect me on a noon with aflare
lightenings crossing the semi-dark atmosphere.
Uncommon and ignored by all I spent
my day searching for food by a lake and wait...
until an unsuspicious lavaret comes afloat,
sometimes he stays at the bottom for fear
and I have to fly miles to provide a meal
for my chicks waiting in the branches of a fir:
I'll be disappointed coming home without a kill!
Although I'm so neglected by all the blue-winged teals,
I consider myself to be humble and kind in deeds:
helping a lost sparrow find her desperate mother
who is searching for him everywhere near a pond,
or a brook where reptiles attentively wait for their prey;
I'll hide him under my wings if he's ever in danger!
By now everybody can guess where this place is:
I dwell in Southern Italy, a land that many envy
for her stunning scenery and delicious fruits,
where no vigilant quail ever goes hungry!
Keep me company and I show you the beauity
and the tranquility of this lovely country!
Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn
Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks?
to all those who gifted me
countless worries through the years.
Simply silhouettes in my rear—view mirror.
I sail past rhyming reefs,
of my quest faintly reflecting
Why should I let them define me anymore?
I make mistakes; so what?
my heart is full of love and ambrosian words—
it shines with rhapsody.
my hands can heal amidst the severest pain.
my mind envision cures
for sparkling vanilla—algae tears.
Tidal teals whisper tales that truly transform.
Despite doubts in glittering, grape-colored gales,
I'll face them as the north star kisses the sea.
I will rise and face them head on,
while history hisses at my heels.
I'll sustain my anxieties for what they are — illusions
with a clairvoyant cape and rivulets unraveled
what matters is now
what matters is my striving
what matters is the rise
toward rebellious rainbows
and what I require,
as a necklace of seashells
worn and stained with sepia
COLOR FORMS
The movers and shakers of art delight.
In the shadowbox-brain they regain sight.
Dear Dorothy clicks her sarcoline heels.
Her striped boat sailing on sea-hued teals.
Zenith dawn blazes in coquelicot hue.
The artist’s tipsy trees blushed pink and blue.
Majestic Oz - smaragdine-jeweled city.
Ponies prance romantic colors - witty.
Brush brush brush then fill the scarecrow with straw.
His prideful chest overloaded and raw.
The movers and shakers of art transform
Fairy tales into surreal color forms.
10/12/2018
Anthony Slausen’s The Paint Movers Contest
sarcoline - flesh colored
coquelicot - (kohk-li-coh) - red like wild poppy
smaragdine (sma-rag-din) - emerald
Kant komment keener
Loony labour greens and teals
Liberal loosers
Rorts and squeals..Alphabet soup
They they can't connect.'
Their voice was rejected.'
Whars up next?
Reckless toothles renewable fuels
Concocted by morons, and peddled
By fools.' Elbows comrades gather round
Theres Michelle Rowland as circus clown
The narrative of four years, now gossamer thin
They've got two legged spiders doing the spin'
Elbow's mates on the liberal bench, are there to
Pretend they oppose the wretch.' Whack a mole
Is his pol'o brother, don't cha know.' They often
Drink carrot juice together, they want to grow, better vision
Yet the people see.' They coulden't find sand in
Gibsons seas.' And beleive you me.' These gala's are
Wingless, even their jokes won't fly, so I have a suggestion
Maybe they'll try? Get round to kerrys double quick
Hes got some serum.' Thats good if your thick' it conferrs
Much wisdom and cures all i'lls even the neighbors are happy
When they see, youse take a good fill.' A dozen doses
And you'll both be right.' And chan't will likely be booking a midnight
Flight, I suggest Japan theres still some alive.' there he
Can get his 'stab on' geez i'm just lost for words inside' apart from
Advice on yabbie bait..' So get your sheeps heads in Canberra, for
They're the rankest i've ever smelled in a while old mates.!