Blue thou art; intensely blue;
Flower whence came thy dazzling hue?
__James Montgomery
Blue Flowers
Go places, get things done;
feeling orange, yellow, pink.
Going places soon, buying car.
Zoom…zoom…zoom.
Feeling mighty blessed, rest up.
Praying with fervor and speed;
Slowing down, listening to the Lord.
His house has a place for me.
This earth is not my home, however
I’m going places if He tarries, and if
it’s his will. Blue flowers, seen or unseen
set a glorious scene. I’m seen,
you’re seen…what will you do with
the next scene…zoom, zoom, rest;
be blessed, survive the test, be fruitful.
At the supermarket, squeeze this,
sniff that. Of course, color is the
first attraction: Fruit should not
be green -- vegetables must be!
So, green is not always best.
Children, take note! (Her daughter,
Little Genie, as ordered, wrote)
And if the same price for
one, choose the largest and weigh...
but scales sometimes are purposely
light, seldom right. (Genie again
wrote) Now let's do this again: I said
vegetables should be green...though
carrots better orange-yellow. Then there
are eggplants, they must be deep
purple. Oh, and the beets should
be nice, round, earthy red. Sweet candy,
gumballs, hot-dogs, highly processed
foods, hormone chicken and beef,
barbecue with artificial flavoring
should be avoided like the class
bully. (Genie wrote, if it taste good
it is probably bad for you) Read labels
on cans: Mono-this, Chlor-what's it,
if you can't say it, never plate it. Make
a list of these chemicals. Genie
used all the reminding pages in her pad.
(ended with, in the future, only go
shopping with dad)
I am Rainbow
seven colours merged to flowing
glow in Dark Nights of the Soul
landed in a country nicknamed
the “Rainbow Nation” untamed
my mission to transform, transmute
colours covered in dust and rust
with rain we gain, attain without shame
sublime freedom for Self and fellow
with not much bellow never shallow
arcs of colours we witness together
comradeship our survival dope to cope
heliocentric symbols unified we hope
regard one another with approval and respect
as we watch rainbows high-low, know neglect
through struggling pain red became orange
orange yellow, yellow to green to blue then
indigo to white sprinkled with fight, onto light
arcs across sunny skies, sunflowers, koppies
such radiant patterns flood our mixed-up blood !
What shades of colours do we paint
while walking on this earth?
Do we leave behind a masterpiece?
or a squiggle with no worth?
Will the colours that we choose
look vibrant, - do they shout?
Or are they like dull grey lead lines
so easily rubbed out.
Are all the brush strokes that you paint
precise, done with finesse?
Or are they like thick crayon scrawled
on paper in a mess?
And will you hang upon a wall
admired by the best?
Or stay unseen and never shown
Remain an unfinished sketch?
The colours that you choose in life
portray your inner self.
So, are you rich, red, powerful paint
or a shade left on the shelf?
You could be bright and beautiful
in orange, yellow, green.
Or does your glossy outer fade
and quickly lose its sheen.?
Are you a calm and turquoise- blue
just like a tranquil sea.
Or do you live with black or grey?
that’s all you’ll ever be.
The colours in my life are prime
though that can be changed.
to any shade I choose to be
if mixed or rearranged.
Seek out the artist in your life
ensure he paints you true.
Be one to stand out in a crowd
there’s only one of you.
If you get too far down in the sea you will miss
the beautiful colors that swim by like this.
There is a school of flame angel fish, orange and bright.
If you get too far down, you will not see them or any light.
The mandarin fish are coming by to say hello now.
Some are fluorescent red and green, a real wow.
oh, my oh my It is a group of purple fin fish I think.
Their posh purple fuchsia color borders on dark pink.
Watch out for the corals, they are devastatingly dangerous you know.
With a gorgeous orange, yellow and peachy like look, glistening so.
The ocean has a delightful combination of blues and greens today.
Unsure if it is pacific teal or aquamarine, but it is joyful and gay.
Image #5
Over calm seas the sun does rise
Far away and seeming so small
Truth is where our perspective lies
Over calm seas
One of the largest of them all;
Sea creature with bandits disguise
The sun balancing like a ball
So deceived by fallible eyes
This whale makes the sun rise and fall
Painting red, orange, yellow skies
Over calm seas
The morning sun in all its glory
Shines bright and writes a new day's story,
A great herald of golden threads spun,
A wonderful day has just begun;
Begun an extraordinary scene,
Spun rays of orange-yellow glow clean,
Story of the world in divine hands,
Glory of God greets men of all lands;
A good, balmy light to wake up to.
Tulips are spring-blooming flowers, known for vibrant colors.
They are showy, coming in a wide array of bright colors, like
red, orange, yellow, pink, white, purple and even brown or black.
The large, cup-shaped flowers bloom in late March through May.
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Tulips are classic flowers loved by many for centuries and are
a classic symbol of love for the most known meaning of tulips
is perfect and deep love. As symbols of spring, they represent
rebirth or new life, the spiritual meaning of the flowers.
Tulips can continue to grow after being cut and can also
move toward the light that to women of today, tulips
mean power, strength, resilience, elegance and beauty.
Sepulchered inside a vaulted night so deep
the crow soars alone inside that ebon sky of yours
Center arched in space, heaven is filled with stars
an so your secret lies across orange-yellow meteors.
Encased inside a cold embrace,
your imminent last sigh ! .
Irreversible as the hour, this cancer has taken a leap
and the butterflies of summer, have all but gone away
Choral hymns of worship, " Amazing Grace," Foresight !
how I long to keep you here, at least for one more day.
Within the cold embrace of death,
your inevitable, goodbye !
Be strong like a sunflower
Smiling all day in the sun
Ruthless of strong wind rage
Still standing, head on unfazed
Orange-yellow its identity
Waiting patiently for bees
Looking up above its humbleness
Thanking God, love His mercy everyday
Until the reaper put its sickle
Life is still beautiful to stay.
I need to find me again
Lost since way back when
To change the color of a thought
Find myself that I forgot
Scorching red, darkest burning black
Needing brightest pastels brought back
Pale purple will become a written flower
Only vibrant colors hold that power
Pink, orange & yellow bloom a sunset rose
Purely pearl white only a daisy knows
Greens & browns are natural hues
Lighten my soul with sky & baby blues
Uplifting my spirits along with my mind
Imagining a bouquet with flowers of every kind
Picking bouquets makes everything better
Add some grasses, unique sticks, a feather
It's working better than I thought it would
Ways my imagination can do me good
“How-do-you-do?” the seminal leaves of Autumn wave.
“When would you like to fly away?” prickles the gust.
Maternal-oak holds on tight as one birdy takes flight.
The gust will have none of this ballyhoo, knowing
what he must do, calls for fingernails-on-chalkboard rain,
for the bad-wolf-wind, for lightning, insane.
“Toodle-loo,” says each spiderling-leaf, parachuting to earth.
They make such a scene; whirligig and wandering,
each drenched in colloquial colors, memorable, forsaken.
Each one in turn catches a potential eye even as it lands
in puddles, whirling and twirling, a final splash. They mourn
as blends of orange, yellow and red bleed into the stream.
Undignified, decomposing, going under, all poetry spent,
dwarfing and drifting; washed away down the drain.
Spring regeneration haphazardly avoids loose-leaf goosebumps.
she can hear orange, yellow and red
she sees melodies playing in the air
synesthesia is her name
she sees the world in new ways
her normal is our unusual
she can feel numbers
synesthesia is her game
Autumn Equinox
Autumn Equinox has fallen out of Summer;
Cooling heat horizontal breeze ever so lovely, autumn;
Embrace me season harvest;
Kiss me soul gentle caresses;
All that I see, spring/summer green;
Summer has fallen tinting orange, yellow, brown foliage Scene;
Welcome embrace:
Autumn Equinox has graced;
8/21/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
September falls within the best of times.
Elections nearing, campaigns underway;
Predictions, weather-wise for cooler climes.
Thus teachers, teens and toddlers break from play
Ere education calls their minds to grind.
Men have endorsed re-naming Labor Day;
But that’s September’s summons of a kind
Enlight’ning us of work that must go on
Regardless of what holiday we find.
Fall features color when the green is gone
And orange, yellow, red and brown have blessed.
Load up those fruits and walnuts and pecans;
Leave acorns for the squirrels building nests.
September brings to time its very best.
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