Magenta Poems

magenta blaze : specular

eyes dazed by magenta blaze

            skin torn by piercing thorn

                      blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn


she knows her season is done

               a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun

                         abundance is a prime piano note

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frugal the piano notes sound

                 her head erect at midday

her season embraces her

                   with blood bleeding through as blush

her skin translucent calls

                       magenta gaze closes lids

magenta sunrise

magenta sunrise
paints the sky a fiery blaze ~
celestial design

I am Magenta

A hot pink that is vibrant and bright
A showstopper in bright light
A whimsical and magical vibrant sunset
With a fiery mix of pink and purple hues
A warm summer breeze with floral scents infused
A taste of sweetness from a fresh plum fruit
Remarkable as a rare sapphire gem in pursuit
A beautiful and delicate summer bloom
A vivid presence that stands out in a room

Magenta

Eastward toward the creek; sunrise
aglow, casting magenta clouds.
Tonight's sunset will be our prize

Eastward toward the creek sunrise
A new day away from the crowds
Where the birds sing and there's no ais

Eastward toward the creek; sunrise
aglow, casting magenta clouds.

Magenta Agenda

I try and try to read long poems
But then I find if it carries on
I daydream or lose focus
A.D.D. does hocus-pocus

I try and try to stick to a plan
But find myself wondering and
Traveling roads less than ideal
Who’s to know if it’s worth thrill

I try and try to use my muse
But in time I become her fool
For she leaves me in a block
My writing has been ruined stopped

You can tell this when you read
My words lack a certain quality
And it like a babbling baby blurts
Drooling in ink on paper as works

I suppose I still find peace
Even in mundane writing 
I hope to write something great
To make a difference in a literary way

Vivid Bursts of Magenta

     Sunrise majestic, vivid bursts of magenta
       and pink streaks of sunset present a dilemma

    as to which of the two inspires me more
       the promise of daybreak or moonlit night’s shore

    Yet I can’t sit here and plumb the depths of this question
       lest sun’s promise fade ~
                     and clouds mar the night in rapid succession

Moonlight Magenta Memories

          The clouds hold our intimacy forever
          At nightfall we sparkle in splendour
          Reflections, in magenta to remember


                                 3/5/2024

Magenta Skyline Cluster

First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and  savour August rare days

Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds

Summer fun arcades stoke our dream world mind
gasps of red tint bliss a peak season find
earthbound  poise dilates refulgent cascade
rocking beach tune fare blurs dark strain purblind

Sapphire plinths that anchor stoic ambit
vision on parade my high rise gambit
traipse amid the dahlia euphoric
seventh heaven rapture’s cloud nine orbit

Whimsical Season

gold hued magenta
                   leaves weave a tapestry of…
                       whimsical season
 

                      

                     September 10, 2022
           Autumn In Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
                    Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
                Syllables checked by HMS.com

Magenta

As the early sun rises casting
Magenta upon the clouds
My heart's cherished enterprise
Is to feel the moment and be proud

The roosters crow down in the vale
Cindy meows close at hand
A grayness has settled 'pon the sky
Please don't in my heart land

Songbirds sing a soft sweet tune
They're still close and in demand
Do they know that cooler air is near?
Does God's plan they understand?

They don't worry nor do they fret
Each day there are bugs to fill
An empty stomach doesn't lack
Mankind has other needs so real

Mankind needs a relationship
Out of this world's busy life
A spiritual and emotional filling
One not based on human strife

The sun shines once again casting its
Illumination upon
Those dark clouds fluffy charcoal design
Wait, release raindrops, move on

The Magenta of Love

I stop to look more closely at the scene.
So balanced and naturally created just so.

All-day long I am mesmerized by the view.
Paintings by masters, with their deft strokes.

There is no insignificance concerning rainbows.
But ask anyone just who can own the sunrise?

Only those who wake and only for a minute.
And the colors are solemn and sensational.

Without words, it tells the story of the creation.
How beauty was discovered and it was valuable.

How it could be comfortable or even terrifying.
But even better and more important is kindness.

One must become courageous and competent.
To expound kindness rather than being mean.

Do unto others before they do unto you they say.
Or get revenge by doing unto as many as you can.

A prison as such needs no bars for there is no escape.
But there is something that is known as an oath.

It is a promise to others and to oneself to act right.
Not once in a while but to act right every single time.

Then one would look at the world and say, "beautiful!".
And the world would look back with a shy little smile.

3/16/21

Magenta

Queen of Anger Shops
Variations Exceed all
Win and Reckon Wealth

Magenta Plum Tree

deliciously wild
exotic and so lovely
pleasingly purple

Stone Magenta

An island 
Surrounded by the sea 
A gentle breeze 
Drifting in along the coast 
Two young lovers 
Walking on the beach 
An idyllic paradise,

And love's ancient philosophy 
Is still alive 
On the fabled island 
Of Stone Magenta. 


       W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019

        21/7/19

Magenta

I Used To Be A Poet Series, #4
Magenta, written in 2007
Published in my third book, Sunkissed Sapphire

Magenta

To love and not be loved
is the saddest feeling I know
yet I know it well.
Am I condemned 
to wandering through
some lonely abyss?
Lonely as Hell.

Dreams are for dreamers
and although some dreams do persist
I don't want to dream them alone
I am a realist.
Realizing my heart.

To love and not be loved
the world takes on a magenta haze
the color of my loneliness
becoming a magenta blaze.
I, myself,
magenta enflamed.

Nothing of the Madonna
nothing to capture the eye.
Rejected, dejected,
in a lonely cavern of emotion,
beneath magenta skies.

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