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Colors of Love

Deep within my hidden pastel dreams
are soft sweet colors of a newborn spring
dressed up in mauves and pinks and windham creams
while giving hope to love and all it brings.

Painted in the colors of the dawn,
like pinks and purples of the morning sky,
magenta dreams will bloom and love will spawn
as newly mated hearts begin to fly.

And thus our lilac love has taken flight
while sharing orchid thoughts without remiss;
soft words and fuchsia touches in the night
are punctuated with a crimson kiss.

The coral sun rays beaming from above
are raining down these colors of our love.


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Chandeliers In The Sky

Hear our voice
From the east, west, south, and north
Hear our independence
This July Fourth
Like flowers in bloom
In the night
See the chandeliers
Hang in the sky
With crescendos and
Reds, blues and whites
Explosions and commotion
In the battle lights
In the bomb blasts and bombast
Crimsons, umbers and beige
Like the dawn’s breaking light
Mauves, cobalts and jades
All the high-lights and sky-lights
Caught by the American’s eye
It's In the fodder of the diviner’s rod
In the wizardry of July

September Arrival

September Arrival

Between August and October
Lovely September calls
Curving along colorful path
From summer to fall

Zinnias and Cosmos are in bloom
With yellow, pind and white
Making the small gardens alive
Color abound in sight

So welcom to new September
Colors of red and mauves
And bright orange begin to appear
Replacing the green leaves

How wonderful it is to see
And be a part of God's plan
Ev'ry season new creations
Handed by God to man
              -E. Pearl Anderson

Dusk Ends the Day

I watch as late afternoon begins the decay 
Fading into shadows, dusk ends the day  

Sky lightens into the palest of blues 
Drifts to mauves and shell pink hues 

The bush sinks heavily in its cloak of green 
Mysteriously deep, dark and serene 

Stillness in a thick tangibly silent wall 
No sound, no wind, there's nothing at all 

An awareness of Earth as day is done 
We rest quietly together, and we are One 

When life is delicately poised like this..... 
My heart overflows with great joy and bliss

Clockwise

gold pink orange dawn
rise up refreshed in sunshine
like a fragrant bloom

in torrid noon hour
emerald green and jaded
birds sing to summer

reds mauves turn dusky
shadows lengthen into night
glimmering moonbeams

midnight of dreaming
diamond stars are twinkling fire
music in the night

Celestial Sensations

sun bids her farewell
with a final curtain call
reds and mauves to thrill


venus then twinkles
with diamonds full of love
sprinkled from above


moon crescent in view
luna love forevermore
takes my breath away



Written 4th June 2020
Contest Name	Fresh Traditional HAIKU (5-7-5) 
Sponsor JCB Burl
2nd PLACE


Contest A BRIAN STRAND JULY 24
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE

The Poetry of Color

Colors dancing ‘cross the canvas
from the artist’s seasoned brush;
hues of reds and mauves and blues all
waltzing slowly in a hush.

Swaying softly to the music
drifting calmly through my mind;
the poetry of colors, and their
gentle beauty undefined.

Closing eyes I see a sunset,
hear a tender twilight tune,
see the poetry of colors
dancing slowly ‘neath the moon.


August 5, 2019

Autumnal Memories

Oh mighty tree whose leaves look on fire
Vibrant orange, red colours spiralling
like feathers, raising ones hopes and desire
gently with aplomb on the trail falling.

Scrunch is the sound children make as they run
tossing the leaves and laughing together
soon to be Christmas with family fun
memories etched in their smile forever

too soon the tree is bare no glow to see,
no mantle to keep the birds safe and warm
winter has cast her white gown on the tree
freezing the roots to keep it safe from harm

storing the vision of that autumn scene
refreshing  thoughts when winters frost is keen

penned october 9. 2018

I like  greens and mauves



ring size.....7.

Grand Canyon

In western skies, an eagle soars, at ease.
Below, the curving Colorado flows,
Winding its way through deep and dusty seas
Carving canyon walls steep, through tracts of time.

Twilight to twilight, its myriad moods
Are freshly painted on those ancient walls
Like rich frescos of reds and tans and mauves
In syncopated colors, all sublime.

The eons are borne by water and wind
From sea to land to sea and back again.
Their passage scribed on texts of sand and lime
Layer on layer like pages of time

Forming holy testaments neatly stored
In earthen temples and archives of stone,
With tales to read, as silent oceans roar,
For those with eyes to see and ears to hear.

My Happiest Fetish

I have a small secret confession to make, 
And I’ll tell you about it right now.
It’s a fetish I have with the skin on my face, 
Above and below my eyebrow.

I love to tattoo small spots and freckles, 
Just like the young kids who have lots.
The more that I have the better person I am, 
Better person because I have dots.

The dust of cute is the sun kissed look,
It’s the imperfect that makes them so pure.
Stunning, I love them, the bronze, gold and mauves, 
Each one, to me, has an allure.

I landscape my face adding shades just for depth, 
Using pigment instead of permanent ink.
I love every freckle put onto my face,
And I share them when I smile, laugh or blink.



22 august 2016, interesting contest

Sunset Setting

I go to the edge of the world
And I find
Yellows and oranges
Reds, scarlets, mauves, and burgundies
All congested together
Into a blasting color display
Turning the blue gradually
Into black nothingness
And bringing the darkening sky
Black behind the tail
Of the solar ball
As the sun sets
These colors get darker
Until darkness comes
At the very end 

Russell Sivey

Contest: Poem about "Sunset"
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta

8/5/2013

Footprints

I leave footprints in the wet sand.

They meander with no rhyme or reason

headed towards a pastel sunset

where pinks and mauves touch

the deepening hue of the beach.

The colours ... just beyond my reach

That Kiss

We watched the sun,
The blue sky fading away;
Pinks, blues, mauves mingling,
Finally the sun falling into the earth.

Then you kissed me,
With lips sweetly gentle;
My world spun out of control,
And from that moment and that kiss.

My life has changed,
For you were my forever;
My very reason for breathing,
My heart and soul and my destiny.

And in death still,
You are my true love;
For, I will never forget that kiss,
That kiss will stay with me forever.


_______________________________
July 23, 2013

Poetry/Verse/That Kiss
Copyright Protected, ID 07-494-442-23
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France

Humour In Living Colours

Dark green is my jealousy, red is my love
Purple is for righteous anger
And that from heaven above.
Blue is my humour side
But it is really quite pale.
Brown is for misery,
But we don’t want to hear that tale...

Golden is my namesake
For that I am not to blame
It was my burnt golden coloured car
Parked in a shady lane.
Yellow is for happiness, and time to get in the sun
White is for the soothing lotion, when I find I've burnt my bum.
Black is for the night- time, and I see a lot of it
Mid green is for the grass and the foxes poo that's on it.

Orange is for laughter, well I mean it’s got to be
Anyone seen wearing orange is up for a laugh sure-ly.
Brown apart from being fox poo, is a soothing colour
Grey is so dreary, you couldn’t get much duller.
Then we get into all those names that no one can spell or remember
Taupe and mauves and stranger ones, of that club I’m not  a member.
Pinks are for baby girls all rosy and perfection
Boys are in the blue tones, there is quite a selection.
But for me the best colour is the green that shines so bright
In the eyes of my lover, of whom I dream at night

Enchanted

Enchanted in a field of 
Petals blue, a figure stands
And stately stares so true.
Lushes greens and mauves
Surround this hue; they 
Carry with them charms
That follow you. In your 
Eyes reflects the golden
Sun; that nestles on 
Mercuric waters run.
And miniscule the living
Things you be; microcosmic
Universal sea! Warmest rays
Of sunshine on your smile;
Do wake in him fond dreams
Of things worthwhile. Listen
To the distant shores alive;
For on its sands, are ruins
To contrive. The figure turns
And walks to be with you;
Stately stepping through
Your petals blue.

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