Color Prose Poems

Butterfly Shadows

They stopped me
in my tracks as
I walked out the door
ready to work in 
the garden out back
the sun blazing overhead
and a fragrant late spring
breeze...

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Petals are blowing in the breeze of the wind
The aroma enchanting clever with spice
A ray!  A streak of beauteous sunshine
Striking down on my radiant...

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I was drowning in my blues, fathomless, ocean of colors. There was no savior; there was no clue. I wish the sky could open up...

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There’s someone with a pure heart 
so sky beautiful   ...   starlight celestial
Dressed in white clouds;
dove wind bleats the sound of an...

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   She was a super-healthy woman until she
adopted the green diet ... all green: dishes, cutlery,
glasses, table, sheets, breads, yogurt ... everything, everything.
Green...

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Sometime we must steal and loan kisses

Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin's tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat.
Once she wanted everything...

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Sometimes when I get a little bored,
my hands will roam...
folding, creasing, creating
life from simple pieces of colored paper
that, I will turn into dragons or birds.

Once,...

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Pine needles ape ice cycles
glowing in the misty rain;
the cold air periodically
sneezes a chilling wind.

What little snow that remains,
clings to the hillsides—except 
where little flowing...

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The same mask
firmly held on the face
with a strong wrist,
no chills, no regrets, no shaking!
Nights in turn I wondered,
what is hidden behind the mask,
to discover:...

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I'm thinking green and waving goodbye to Winter's brown. I'm hearing green like sweet sounds of resurrection. I'm tasting green and digesting its nutrients. ...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  Crimson 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  March/2019

Her glorious existence 
exposed to billions around 
the globe  -

Thine...

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Born, slave or free, nobody's property; a "P"(purpose) and a "D'(destiny) are stamped within. Letters they are, but so much more and nevermore to be...

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There lies before me a portrait most captivating and divine.               ...

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She walked in casually, like she did not know how kind she was.
But her aura was flaming with it.  And I felt it immediately.
She...

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Insomniac writer, that’s what I am.
Pen and paper are natural,
bedtime accessories; 
at least, in my world.
The blues of my bedroom;
soft cushions for my tired eyes.

Scent...

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The Messiah you see painted on the ceilings of your churches and on the floors of the convenience stores on the corner are me--I know...

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The Thief

He did so much to make me love him.
Wildflowers on a summer's day;
A lone carnation after dinner.
A kiss beneath the midnight moon.

Oh yes, he...

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daylight 
shows odd joking 
active color of world;
into pure inquisitive soul
darkly night brings a holy mysticism



-January 17, 2019 Chattogram 





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The Gold Scarf

It’s colors are red and gold.    
Blending together in a wild design; like a dream.   
 
I hold...

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OUR MASGOUF

The fishes have high wings, but they can feel our deep pain like sisters. Yes, we are the fishes’  brothers and any halo...

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