Short In The Pink Poems

aah, my red rose comes close by the red sea in the pink Valentine glee ...



February 7, 2018
Roses are red - one liner - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Alexis Y...

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there was a redneck scarlet woman
who screamed blue murder
after seeing red in a blue movie
making purple passionate love in the pink
to the yellow peril who was green with envy...

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Tomorrow I hit eighty, almost extinct
Those eighty years sure went by in a blink
Here for a while yet
On that you can bet
Never felt better my life's in the pink


© Jack Ellison 2015




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When she saw it in position
There was no way she'd let it be
She loved how it was in the pink
And in my pants, for her to see

Sometimes it will end up in soup
Or in the pantry it may be
You can put it most anywhere,
That so versatile letter "P!"...

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colour
crashes in
like waves
tossing and
turning

all senses 
blurring
words begin 
slurring

engulfed in
a hue
she can't think

move or
anything


in the pink






May 23rd 2019

Charlieku New Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
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Neapolitan
In the pink, white, brown colors
Colors of beauty

Simply love these hues
Holding these colors of lace
So effeminate

Neapolitan
Grabs the perfect attention 
Colors within lace

Russell Sivey

Entrant into PD's "Neapolitan Ice Cream " contest...

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Pink

Pink, is the blessed colour of Love.
Pink, from one’s knee, the heaven above.

OH !, to French kiss those sweet pink lips.
One eyeing those shapely, gorgeous hips.

On that journey one takes to heavenly bliss.
No woman, in the pink, should ever miss.

B. J. “A ” 2
April 2nd 2017

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Going again to the Pink City...
The going there is part of the charm.
Leaving it is always a pity...
Then it's back to the chores of the farm.

(Never think of the farm when I'm in the Pink City...
Perhaps all the cows are going to pot?)

I love it, though, love the Pink City.
Pink City, Pink City!  I like it a lot!

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Is Missing You - Forever

I ask as I pull my hand from the telephone
a beautiful morning, I rush to tell you.
the pink iris has bloomed 
I must remember to tell you,
all of life minutiae we savoured as friends
are stored on the top shelf 
in the airing cupboard.
each time, I tell you, 
I lovingly store it in the pink box,
for later.
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PURPLE PATCH

I’m going through a purple patch;
All that I touch turns to gold.
My opponents are green with envy,
Even though I’m grey and old.
Please excuse my colourful language,
But I’m really in the pink.
If this purple patch continues, 
I’ll win this contest I think.

228th January 2019
Purple 2 contest
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A rusty sun belt tightens,

A rosette of scarlet peaks,

...puffed lipstick trees dip.


Vermilion buds,

Surface on a marooned lake,

And blushes as their,


...petals shed to a,

Subtle red. Still in the pink,

Their ardor of Spring.




Original April 30, 2019

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This quiet noon of winter
Enters softly my leaves
Puts on the chlorophylls
A wave disintegrates me
The quiet breaks free

The quiet breaks free
Uproar from the dark
Admonitions stark
Trauma in the tree
Comes back the noon

Comes back the noon
Fright, flight and night
Then the stars bright
And the golden nest
Tales in the pink chest
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I really love the dishwasher
And so does Mum and Dad!
We filled it after every meal,
Until one day I heard a squeal!
Water had poured all over the floor
But hadn’t made it under the door!
Until the appliance was in the pink
Dishes were washed in the sink.
That really was not much fun,
It’s fair to say it was none!
Dishwashers can break in a blink
But it’s so much better than using the sink! 
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transmissions of vibrations
seventh sense
we are witnessing
the music of love
rolling
hearing the movement
of the rainbow
dancing
feeling the wet sand
in the pink beach
in every conceivable
neutrons
perception of separation
shivering in the
epidemic of global fear
we are manifesting our
reincarnation
in the womb of a
divine raga
in a
bamboo flute
my battery is dying

july 12  12.16 pm
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Good companions all,
Friends to keep.
They give love back,
A love so deep.

Don't be alone in the world today,
A loving friend is only a dog away.
Never go home to an empty house,
Your friend is there without a grouse.

A wagging tail, a welcome bark,
All for the price of a walk in the park.
They ask for only a meal and drink,
We all exercise and stay in the pink.

© Dave Timperley July 2014.


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When you feel off
With sneeze or cough,
It’s sometimes hard to think
That come the dawn,
At day’s first yawn,
You’ll be back in the pink.

For only fools,
When illness rules,
Expect to perk up quick;
‘Cause lots of rest
Is what works best – 
No less will do the trick.

To rush, perhaps,
You could relapse
And then you’ll pay the price – 
In bed once more,
Worse than before
And stuck with ailing twice.
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My body was laughing at my mind today
Snicker. Snicker. Snicker. Snicker. Snicker.
I did not think it was nice, so I yelled HEY!
After all I might have an ineffective ticker
I heard the body but I was two seconds quicker.
You are making fun of yourself, right?
This is crazy and truly not bright.
Let’s get real and have a little think.
Let’s be kind to our self with all of our might
So body and mind can both stay in the pink.



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Childhood Days

I’d heap spoonfuls of sugar in my tea
I wouldn’t drink it without it you see
That sweet syrupy drink
Wasn’t poured down the sink
Every single drop was supped up by me!


Adulthood

Dad’s diabetes made me think -
Did I need to sweeten my drink
So I cut sugar out
And I don’t have a doubt
I’m slimmer and I’m in the pink

Contest: Two Lenses
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
02~20~16
 
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            Pretty Lady In Her Pink

Rain drifted left to avoid the flower in the pink dress
The collision was inevitable though
Roots pulled at the wet drops like magnets in that direction
Nature does not think about such things
It drinks in life with a vengeance, tenacious, obstinate
Friendly tiny flower only wants the best
A simple drink to make it pretty
It yearns to be a gift for a young lady
Still virgin in her pink, in her nudity 
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there’s no face appearing in the window
as I stare through the whiskyfalls 
of the sun made of cucumbers
that ticks in my sternum like a deathwatch
so where’s my sagacity? – 
– lost somewhere in the pink furry mirrors
hearkening ill, weirdly and sinister
baffled from holding itself a hostage
running wild in the power sockets
the same inside out in the eye sockets
crying out loud from the acient books
of lamentations 
and corvus breakdowns
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Longing to feel your clement breath
while reading your letters in the sand,
you write about premature death
a life taken by one’s own hand.
The whole world knows it’s sometimes hard
to put on a face and face the day,
life isn’t about the right card
or the way one needs to play.
For here alone I need time to think
while straying not from vigilance,
recollecting life in the pink
after years of assertive innocence…

© Harry J Horsman 1996



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The sky is one gigantic bowl of pink
turned upside down,
spilling soft rosy petals that peeked out
from beneath snow white billowed clouds
till - fully blossomed - they burst out.

Growing radiant at the edge of twilight,
they’ve scattered as rubescent streaks falling,
lush and luminescent, as we watch in solitude.
No parade this evening - just you and I aglow,
wishing for an eternity to be like this:
so splendidly in love. . . 
in the pink.



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The arcs of how you work
On the PC before the desk
Chords of the circles
You paint while you talk
Hilly sentences of poems

The tales of the muscles
Swing in crimson sunshine
The machine you handle
While the steel melts
They are your boyfriends
They flirt overtly
Baskets of flowers, laugh

Sun sits on marigolds
I see you walking
Doing your hair
Talking to the unruly breeze
Holding you tight
In the pink behind

Poems ring on telephone
My rhododendron of loneliness
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Out and about so people can see
What's going on in me
It also helps me think
Clearly and keep in the "pink"
Those misty, swirling clouds of doubt
That make me want to pout
Have roots that must come out.
God knows what it is all about!
In pictures or in words
From Before or from Afterwords
It matters not!
All is in the same pot
Of Me.
We all are growing a "tree"
Of life, with fruit to share
We really must care
To keep sweet, kind and giving
To call our life Really Living!...

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