Long Yellowy Poems

Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...

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Listen to the whispering's of the unhushed winds gently echoing,
Ever so softly swaying, as through a tender exhaled breath of warmth,
Delicately reawakening mother earth from winters hibernating sleep,
Broken, shattered is the frozen icy spell of...

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Living

Paddling through life’s strong currents
Untitled my existence

A name means not much on Tuesday
Maybe more on Sunday
Or less
A tear defines a being?
How many, how strong, how real.

Feeling exasperated by negativity
Chasing feelings of divinity

Yelling yelling yelling
to the...

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Create Life Colour Me
Once upon a barren time, in the days of silent film
Colour code gene was lacking, across the whole wide world
Everything was blackybobs, mattish white and gray
Blackness was the nightiness and whiteness was...

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My mother was a life-long keeper of photo albums. 
She had several of them saved from her youth 
filled with black and white faded to yellowy-grey 
family photos of long-dead relatives 
posed around a new...

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Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses 
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out of intrusive sight and just 
Below.

Fondly the slowing bend
Hugs upon...

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Once upon a time, in the days of silent film
Colour was banned in the whole wide world
Everything was black, white and grey
Black was night and white was day

Then one day, there was a storm so...

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 The hope of the living

None would hope, like a destitute, by the roadside to rot,
With their eyes and other vitals, by the vultures pecked out,
Oozing a cocktail of body fluids, unsightly like yellowy snot,
And...

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I am the peakest of peaks. 
I rise out of morning mist, 
a castle of earth. 

From my towers, I see everything... 
where sky meets heaven, 
sunshine meets shadow. 

My spires: pine, spruce, fir, 
cling...

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The narrowing pupils turn yellowy grey,
The whites reflect crimson and gold,
Just a key-stroke, a mouse click, a heartbeat away,
Throbs a mind locked in bitterest cold.
With hatred that simmers down deep in the loins,
Stands for evil...

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In this world, everyone looks at it
for it controls all of our life
from day of birth till one's last breath
it can't be cut not even by a knife

This comes in many a colour
being yellowy fear...

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The Sunny Month of July

She skips from me in a playful romp
Among the fields, yellowy plump.
Her laughter echoes sprightly alive,
In the sunny month of July.

To the chase, I engage in play
And call out her name...

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I have lay dormant for too long now
slept in the shadows,undiscovered.
Until the all knowing mind and
excited eye of a Masai shepherd
extracts me from my mountainous shell.
From ultramarine to lilacy violet,
christened the Blue Zoisite
Adopted by Tiffany...

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Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge. 
The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge.
Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair,
he comes to still...

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