Short Dyes Poems
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gathering wool
for winter’s spinning---
dyes bleeding
the remembered skeins
of my yesteryears
© Debra Squyres - 01/11/16
Jolly Rancher by James Edward Lee Sr.
Sugar-sugar-sweet
dyes-food coloring-sweet-sweet
hard pellet sweet drops
12/04/17
dawn dissolves ebon
crimson sun dyes silk of sky…
hue saturates dew
July 11, 2019
Contest : haiku-hue
Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
dyes dormant in ice lantern ~ until dawn’s sultry light
12/21/2017
Silent One’s Monoku 1: Your Best Contest
13 syllables
Time of sun sleeping
Dew kisses the branch of eve
Smiling blue dyes pen
Wave of the body in moon
Hymnal flute seeks hedonist
22.06.2020 Chattogram
Believer of starlight,
Blooming love in twilight
Bestows soft latte skies,
Blissful faith of peach dyes
Bronze balm in sun's flutter,
Bright glow of honey in
Butterfly's mauve kismet.
The Red Head
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
She considers herself a red.
Who knows the color of her head?
Many dyes she’d used,
Her follicles abused,
Was she really a blonde instead?
pink to brown to peach to orange,
sun dyes blonde tresses through prism skyline.
21st January, 2019
Syllable count 17
Kim Rodrigue's Monoku contest
Theme: Bring color back into life of sky
eyeball is black
but it can see
cause it dyes itself by the light of world
the inn of heart is dark
if I can’t color it with love (light of God)
it’ll die in murky work
-January 13, 2019 Chattogram
Annealing bypass accountant funnel package routing
Die stream play overlays
Towards function
Away from heat regulator
Mobile O.S grid independence
Semiconductor dyes/dies
No grammatical syntax coupes possible
all time
different kind
same time
not all mine
illustrating sublime
sounds of chime
no more time
it's a sign
wouldn't pay a dime
warn out overtime
should be a crime
smells of daytime
-ugly piece
you left here when you decided to leave!
Form:
tie dyes and bell bottoms nineteen seventies a time for peace love
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SUNLIT RIPPLES~ 2019
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 30, 2018 for contest WOW ME WITH A ONE LINER sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Only one
of my assets
qualifies
as glory crown.
Pampered hair
plumps my ego
and has drained my pockets dry.
Permanents,
dyes and rinses,
cuts and sets
salon shampoos,
never missed
hair appointments,
as if it matters at end..
6/15/12
Crown of my Body..A Whitney contest
The clouds in their clothes
Rock and roll, swirl and twirl
With mighty might grace
The moon in her race
Salutes the skies, toughens ties
Attraction that dyes
Even tiny eyes
Captures these moments up high
As the sun's tail dyes
Sponsor SKAT A
Contest Name October Sky (three headed haiku)
Listen to poem:
drifting waters
abridging
drenched
pigments
of my memory
whimsically
scatter
homebound
the dyes
staining the
cold pressed
arches
of
my mind's
canvas
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on July 6, 2020
here i am
just me
no mirror to look in
no colors or dyes to change me
here i am
just me
there you are
just you
no mirror to look in
no makeup or synthetic products to change you
there you are
just you
here we go
just us
no budget to worry about
no bills or debt to sideline us
here we go
just us
Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Road rage—
Osama,
Oboma—
JFK,
Blown away—
Thin ties,
Tie dyes—
Ernest Tubb,
Beelzebub!
WMD,
Wannbe—
John McCain
Still a pain—
911,
Twenty-four seven—
JonBennet,
Turned away—
Poetry,
Geometry—
James Dean,
Was a queen—
Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Still the rage.
The sad wakes leaving
Yes………… only petals of
A yellow tulip—pickled in a rose bed grieving
The loss of morning
The mortician's flower Strewn room sees
Roses bloom
And petal
Gaily
The river rides them
And the water dyes them
Black and Sadly its eyes
Are grimly weeping
Into the bank
Waking The bees to buzzing
trees tend to blush ~ when they're kissed
by Jack Frost's lips ~ cold as ice
inked in the night ~ red dyes bleed
and blood-stained leaves ~ pay the price
bare trees stand nude ~ in the woods
stripped of their leaves ~ by a breeze
as the wind whips ~ through the bones
of dried-out twigs ~ with such ease
Descending s p l a s h infuses brook.
Falling from on high, cockcrow skies.
E a r l y risers, on boat, take l o o k.
O bittersweet g r a c e …angels’ sighs.
P a i n t e d hues, (God never forsook
the human race) the bright dawn highs.
Passionate-red, the orb’s e y e wise.
Even if man’s blind, still God dyes
Yellow-orange, sunny s u n r i s e.
A Fictitious Dream
Miracle Man
2/27/2022
Nights were littered with specters in dreams,
I saw their faces and heard their screams.
From all around I saw flames lapping,
should I get up, or continue cat-napping.
The sky was made up of crimson dyes,
I couldn’t escape when I closed my eyes.
Mind molded images into an unknown shape,
the alarm clock brought to me my escape.
First title: A Tale of Two Sheep
Black Sheep has wool too dark for dyes.
No one wants him; Black Sheep cries.
White Sheep, though, gets praise for wool
which takes all hues. They call him cool!
Black sheep's the creep. That is the tale
which, sadly, folks know all too well.
3/6/16. Revised Feb. 17, 2017
For the Colors Black and White Poetry Contest of Laura Loo/center>
Only in the wretched
Broken locking
Of the safe
I was beaten into
Which refuses
To hide
Privately, despised by standards
Breakthrough! Simple
To be your sickness, in fiend
In the fiend you
Rusting edgework of him
And her and his fathers and hurting
Me better
Thanking myself always
Your cursed reproach of silence
Uncontrolling the illness
People please themselves in the dyes
Jody does hair – she dyes it, styles it, washes it, makes it up.
She will chop it, slice it, dice it, down low it, mix bleach in a cup.
Jody has always wanted to do hair, and now she does it daily.
Her children know to wait for her, she is there with their dog Bailey.
Bailey lies in the back, snoring away as he dreams of chasing sheep.
Some of the customers do not know he is there, making barely a peep.
Like a dream all my being,
Summer’s over anew,
You are hiding, it’s meaning
There’s no chance to see you.
Light won’t sparkle in window
Door won’t open in time,
But I wait you, my willow,
And I hope you will climb.
I am drawing the heaven
For your beautiful eyes.
Will I change myself ever?
I am dark among dyes.
Take away all my boring,
Give me passion of light,
Pass my hand in the morning,
Say, you found me in night.