I am the blue crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I can color the sky that is the cosmos above your head,
and I can give you a refreshing drink of water.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
I am the yellow crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I color the sun that warms the day.
And I am the color of the lemons in your lemonade.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
I am the red crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I color the cherry that tastes oh so sweet,
and I am the color on a map to indicate heat.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
We are the primary colors in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need us.
We can mix and blend into the colors you desire
Or stand strong on our own accord.
Don't try to make us just like you,
We are pretty sure that we need you too.
"Never paint except with the three primary colors [red, blue, and yellow] and their derivatives." Camille Pissarro
One primary color can make me feel mellow
when warm like honey heated up or like rays of a golden sun.
It’s flax, saffron, blond, and canary yellow,
cheerful like a daffodil and bumblebee fun.
It’s bananas too and a well-buttered bun!
The second and vivid primary color
spells energy, boldness, passion and power.
Cardinals make most other birds seem simply duller.
A symbol of love, rose reigns as a fragrant red flower,
while scarlet and crimson sunsets my eyes can devour.
The loveliest for me of these three colors is the hue
that melds with yellow, thus creating green.
Some jewels, blooms and berries are naturally blue.
Splendid is a dusk with the tint of an indigo sheen.
Oh, cerulean sky above seawater shimmering aquamarine!
There must be a square to form a circle,
four women to call every element;
Together they are a force of nature,
joined by every celestial particle;
An equation’s sum has no argument,
there’s no solution except an answer;
Spell-casting as one the strongest skill,
in the air hangs their collective flavor;
Bound and connected for the moment,
primary laws of magic always will
endure.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the power of joy
Of the scent of sorrow
Of the sound of shame.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the feel of forgetting
Of the shades of loss
Of the taste of pain.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of all such things, but more
Of the colours love and doubt
What else may poets write about?
Our medical system in Central Pa.
needs a major tweak.
Unfortunately the absence of care is
daily growing more bleak..
I can't see my cardio. until nearly a week..
A shortage of primary's clearly exists.
I'm currently on four waiting lists..
Drove to an e.r. yesterday to be seen
when my b.p. went up to 216.
Sat in a waiting room for over two hours
as other patients conditions were much more dire.
One young man clearly very sick waited to be
seen with a rupturing appendix..
After two hours of waiting I decided to go, in
hopes that my numbers would return to low,
remembering something my brother said
some time ago..
He said buy some beer it works you know.
Never really developed a taste for beer but
am drinking in the am and it works my dear..
High blood pressures are quite concerning,
alternative methods I'm quickly learning.
I'm almost certain I'm turning German.
Today I’m thankful for love…
and for it’s primary goal…
to take the pieces of our life
and find a way to make us whole.
.
No doubt
God looks after
Even sin city- Vegas
From oldest profession;
Politics’ newest victim;
Brothel King: Dennis Hof
.
When comes to profession
Prostitution is the oldest
Politics or pimping is next
(I disagree with Charles III)
So what is the context ?
In Vegas...
A pimp wins the election
But, it is after his death .
.
What happens in Vegas..
Stays in Vegas...as said
.
The celebrity pimp got seduced
by guess what..Politics
and got consumed
But after winning...
Never a loser - Dennis Hof..
He turned out to be a good cock
.
Guess his guardian angels told him
Hof, Stay here...don’t move
You happened in Vegas. you stay in Vegas
We invested in a pimp. Politics is a bad bet
Everyone remembers it -
the little ones, that first day there;
for parents, that place where
the kids come out, and people chat.
Teachers too look back - that sign
of each young bud about to bloom -
but also they recall the room
that they met Matthew, the first time.
You brought an eloquence and grace,
and thoughtfully applied the rules.
For leadership in fire and flood, you'll
Always have a special place
in our community and school.
Some things when gone, you can't replace.
Loving one another continually lights up the soul
Ignites a fire within us until its embers glow,
Creating inner peace, making us feel whole
Loving one another continually lights up the soul.
In fact, that should be our life's number one goal,
Letting our sincere feelings of love flow.
Loving one another continually lights up the soul
Ignites a fire within us until its embers glow.
Loving one another continually lights up the soul
In fact, that should be our life's number one goal
Creating inner peace, making us feel whole,
Letting our sincere feelings of love flow
Ignites a fire within us until its embers glow,
No greater peace of mind can anyone know.
Written March 13, 2022
[a trionet, a recognized form I created]
for "Living Light" poetry contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
FIRST PLACE WINNER
September 22, 2022
submitted to: "Your Second Change 2ND Submission" Poetry Contest
sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Primary colors
blended into a new hue,
we repaint the world.
angels
painted
The
seven
primary
Rainbow
The best time when you enjoy
Most of being alive,
Is somewhat gonna be over
With the end of your school life.
From playschool to primary
From primary to high school
It's a place where you get
And leave behind your childhood.
A mysterious fun in attending
Those days, we never know
Until it strikes our head as memories
When everything will go.
No more blackboards to stare at
No more desks to lie on
No more rules to break and
No more arguments to do what you want.
Although many things have got over
But school is not the end.
Maybe you'll have a different fun
In a new college with new friends.
29 October 2014
When it comes to Sin
it seems to me that God
alone yet has an active
interest – modern man
seeming to care for little
besides cell-phone reception
and internet speed; caring
more about green, and
nothing about red, white
and blue, the primary
colors of freedom –
I wonder if heaven
has a section for fools
when hell loses all
interest, lacking
challenge...?
Usually, in primary school infections
Carried by air mass, as a rule.
But more infections result of actions,
In a sexually mature school!
Those who tell us to be NICE
aren’t
they shout their PC gospel
in your face
while admonishing you for
your rebuttal
They accost each other
like third graders
left alone in the
school yard
and
when cornered
by a simple inquiry
point wildly
SHOUTING
“He/She started it”
for
they cannot abide
the sound
of one hand clapping
insist on offering
validation
of the absurd
with their inanely
unrelated
talking points
they have not learned
that
“sound bites”
leave teeth marks
on the rational
of acquiescent
assemblages
that
wildly waving arms
and grimaces
only serve to remind us
of crazy
Uncle Charlie
and since
we cannot call
a duck - a duck
we nod
purse our lips
look at the list
of cloned clown
candidates
hesitantly pull
the lunacy lever
sadly place the
I VOTED
sticker
in our pocket
having exercised
our RIGHT
our PRIVILEGE
to vote
John G. Lawless
©9/4/2018
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