Short Colour Blind Poems

A
melange
of colour-
without seeing
red

Ekphrasis Woman in a Japanese Robe by Matisse...

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A secretary's daily grind
Resulted in a wet behind
A colleague said,
"Your face is red,
But pheromones are colour-blind!"...

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Roses are red violets are blue.
What kind of idiot should I call you.
Are you colour blind? why can't you see,
Violets are red, Roses are blue,
DUMMY...

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Black white or in-between
We're all part of this great big scene
Kids are unbiased
Unaware what's ahead
Early years dictate what's routine...

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Colourless 

Woke up
It was morning
And I was 
Colour blind 
The optician 
Had no glasses
For this
Illness
I bought 
A kaleidoscope
The world I see
Is crazier than I thought...

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white flag

surrender exposed

blood dried on fabric of time –

bleached conscience retrieved


04th February 2020

four lines taken from poem peace

Arbitrium Divisa contest 7 

Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden...

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You're different from me
You're black
Fancy that

You're different from me
You're white
That's alright

It's alright if you're white
Fancy that
If you're black

You're no different from me
Both coloured
Can't you see...

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passion play

orange dots on blue wings

the butterfly extends his freedom


lavender

shares its purple pollen

reaches out disseminates measure


sweet fragrance

perfumed indigo scent

sensual feast for fleeting moments


transience

ephemeral journey

colour blind to racial divides


01st March 2021...

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They kill horse don’t they
Economical strokes
Of the knife
That let the blood drain
Gushing at first
Into the sand
As they watch the light fade
From eyes that trusted
Then move on
To destroy more dreams
And things of beauty
To create a world of grays
For the colour blind
And one of conformity
To deter the poets
And the dreamers
They kill horses don’t they...

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A blot they want to wash, detergents do not work
Ineffectual, institutional and cover ups a stir
Excuses abound, squirming hierarchy found 
"Its just a darkie, why so narky"
The corridors would sound
It still goes on, gone several years 
Distrustful patronising leaders
A scurge we hope that does not surge 
To Nazi ways and olden days
Where races they would purge...

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Black, White, Asian,
we are all created equal.
Souls are becoming blinded
by hatred and overwhelming
deceit.
But God remains colour blind.
We drown in an ocean of
his golden words that reflect
truth and trust; truth and 
trust that can cure these
poor souls that are poisoned
by a decayed reality of lost
faith; it remains spinning in
a whirlpool of broken lies
and hidden faces....

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Strained eyes are lost, smouldering ash.
Transparent silver glazed skin.
Limbs as rigid as bone.
Voices speak to me, voices of sin.

Iced breath rises like steam.
A deathly grip, locking flesh tight.
A wildfire alights my chest.
This insomnia’s lustful whim is with night.

Thoughts recycled, not nearly new.
Lost in the labyrinths of time.
The prism of light disperses,
But I am still colour-blind....

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Kaleidoscope 



Vibrant colours reflect emotions,
A rainbow of memories.
Fluorescent hopes,
Realistic to some, not others.

Translucent warmth,
Green with envy.
"Filmy Voices" colour blind,
Shades of red and black.

Colorless possessions,
Mirror symmetrical patterns.
Abstract, yet crystal clear,
A medley of visual perception.

Kaleidoscope, 
I saw, I heard, I felt.
Perspectives diverse,
a colourful moment in time....

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No longer at work
 now in retirement
 having worked since school
 many a task I was sent

 Began apprenticeship with electrics
 blew a fuse I'm colour blind
 then work in sweetie store
 before redundancy not too kind

 Worked in many a warehouse
 looking after many a stock
 from food to clothes
 kept busy no time to talk

 Made redundant again last year
 decided to take a rest
 believe it's well earned
 after giving my very best

poetgord@2013...

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Washed my face
Curled my hair
Doesn’t make much difference
You’ll still stare.

Cleaned my shoes
Best dress on
Want to make friends
But you just make fun.


Four years old
First day at school
I still remember
You were so cruel.

Carried on 
till the day I left
Made life hell
Always felt bereft.

Made me question
Made me strong
Why are people’s 
Views so wrong?

So teach your children
To be kind
Be good in their hearts
And colour blind....

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Our silly state of paranoia,
Are leaders here to annoy ya?
Ghosts of government past,
We've had enough drivel to last!
Our systems need to improve,
Building bias, not a good groove,
Kids are born colour-blind,
They teach oldies their great minds.
We're ashamed of our politicians,
Any excuse today? Like superstition?
Then there's youth unemployment,
Mendicants at charity, welfare dependents,
Our silly start of paranoia,
Are politicians sent to annoy ya?...

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Try to numb it down, dumb it down
Gloss over it and paint it with a smile
Rose-tinted gloss paint
With a hint of insincerity
Somewhere between Violet Desolation
And Optimistic Yellow Glow
I paint my own colour chart
Backwards from the finish to the start.
Hopeless, helpless? Then Passive Blue
Is just the right one for you;
Lost and confused best suits Muddy Brown
If you don't know if you're up or down
But when it gets too much, I find
It's easier to be colour-blind....

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Powers that be within Me
Awaken wake up look and see
I am humble. I am bright.
I want peace. I don’t like to fight.
Find my love within my time.
Open my eyes, not colour blind.
Freedom rings like a bell that tolls.
Moon in the sky. Silver, not gold.
Now young, then old.
To the devil, my soul was not sold.
True is my love. And in my sight.
Together we can make it right.
Peace of knowing that I am safe.
With your love here and not a frame too late.

By Jodie Williams...

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Listen to poem:

by Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2015

My wife she is a quilter, she quilts by day and night
cutting cloth and paper pieces, making sure they’re right
she likes to get me involved, “do these colours look OK”
I ask her, “what does she think”, cause she has the final say

I think they look real good she says, I nod, and I agree
she walks away all happy, more brownie points for me
we’ve been doing this for years, she thinks I have a good mind
never had the nerve to tell her, I am colour blind...

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