Short In The Pink Poems
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The Washington Sunburns can't play
With COVID-19 in the way
But those in the pink
May go to the clink
If God's little children hold sway!
Chill, steaming vapour;
Silence over pale water;
Above the east gate...
Thin ribbons in the pink
Light.
I dip oars...and silence
Breaks.
Dangerous North American lynx
Gave the female cats a giant wink
They heard wedding bells
Fell over themselves
His romantic life is in the pink
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
My Optometrist told me to blink
This may not be as bad as you think
With his light turned on high
He let out a big sigh
Said it looks like your eye's in the pink
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
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
red pompadours sing
cobalt macaws spread their wings
burgundy shadows
in the pink roses
sweet hummingbird mystery
like where the day went
here in the shadows
the day has gone up in smoke
embers in the sky
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!"
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
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
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
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.
Cockroach germs come off their feet
Walking on used dishes with left over sweet
Cook goes after the bug with a yellow broom
Cockroach runs rapidly out of the kitchen room
Cook thinks everything will now be okay
Not knowing the roach laid forty eggs that day
in the cupboard under the kitchen sink
the eggs are cozy, sort of in the pink.
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!
9/15/2018
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
Sponsor - Kevin Shaw
I Am a Rainbow
I am a rainbow
One color built upon another
Sometimes red hot with inspiration
Often the warmth of an orange autumn
Yellow brightens my sunny personality
While green reflects desire to grow
Blue soothes my restless waves and feet
As I dream in purple's visions
Each colors my days outside lines of black and white
And I love being in the pink!
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
______________________
cat, dog and a red and black bird.
Her pet fetish seemed to some absurd.
She likes the feathers and the fur.
But what about scales? Do they tickle her?
The next week after luncheon, we got an answer to this.
Inside her bathtub was a baby crocodile named Little Miss.
What about fish? Do they put her in the pink?
She had two large guppies living in her wash tub sink.
Next time around I will be six foot eight
I will play basketball, and I will be great
Next time around I will be born in a city
I will have confidence, not care if I’m pretty
Next time around I will not care what people think
My own opinions will keep my joy in the pink
Next time around I will be a star with an entourage.
People will lavish me with bouquets and a corsage.
Merry making among friends was in full swing.
The hedgehog was pouring his ale with a sing.
Mouse the bartender was being liberal with drink.
Everyone felt cozy, warm, we were all in the pink.
Merry making among friends extended to enemies too.
We all became comrades, in the flowers of blue.
The caterpillars did flying tricks to entertain us.
I became a best friend with a wren name of Gus.
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!
Very popular in our country be.
Cannabis, now eaten as candy?
Thai sticks, so much stronger.
Their "high" lasts far longer.
No wonder people act so crazy.
Get out of a room filled with
unholy smokes, so hazy!
Drive through Berkeley, it stinks.
Fresh air puts you, right in the pink!
Get high on love and creation.
Be yourself~ you are the true sensation!
August 29, 2020
6:30pm PST
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.
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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