Short Puce Poems

pale blue

Polar vortex/

pre-dawn light, puce, gold glow/

no match, She trades Her mere myth for

the Depth...

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Ten million people in my city have I.
I see all these bodies, and I want to cry.
They use so much juice!
They wear ugly puce.
I wish they’d move to Singapore, bye and bye....

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Puce,
orange,
tangerine,
and cerise leaves
tumble from the sky;
spiraling to the ground.

Riding playful breezes
color inks the wind;
as Autumn gusts
swirl on the
breath of
Fall....

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As comforted by, Autumn eve
With it, approaching
Choice grim hansom requested of
The sombre-inclined.

Aptly quaint, to be enclosed
And snuck away in
Misty-glassed, puce velvet-hung, down
Dim pasts that does wind....

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Blossoms,
pink and cherry,
alabaster and puce,
herald the vernal equinox.
Sol arabesques lightly on His tightrope,
balancing His time equally,
stirring His audience
to burst forth with
blossoms.
...

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must be crazy to be me
as told my niece a dream 
to walk the dog to pass  a stone
as they are vivid at night

landing at the airport I got a call
than puce was not doing well passing a pyramid
as the X-ray showed the ordeal
and why so much vision at night

as all I want is to sleep tight
and not want to deal with charisma
my girl will do well i promise
sending good vibes to heal....

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The maples blushed attempting to outshine
the flamboyant forsythias.
Willows wept strands of puce pollen.
The air lay damp, ponderous, pregnant
with the promise of peonies.
The mulched ground was pierce with spears of hyacinths;
crowned with dancing daffodils 
and fragrant hyacinth.
The sweet ripe smell of manure meandered
through the freshly turned soil;
steaming in the morning mist....

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Billys bald bonce brought barmy thoughts
It's getting cold Billy your skin is all white
What will I do, with what, to stop the withering look
Brave Billy bought a buffalo  hat to keep warm
Mightily minging* my many thoughts conveyed
Big furry ears sure as heck did the trick
Billy’s bald bonce is balmy ok, bright puce in colour
Hmm why are the hungry hounds hounding him all day?

* dirty and smelly

Penned 4 November 2016...

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Despicable
Marie Antoine
dressed in puce
paraded
her gown,
with a queenly
high head,
the pretty
little tome
soon to be
cropped.
When the chopper 
had his way,
her head
came off
and her face 
turned puce.
Was it purple
or puke green?
Maybe that’s the 
reason puce is so
confusing.
In Marie’s case
she was not
confused,
just dead.
 

Kathryn McLoughlin Collins

for a contest about our favorite color.  I must admit it is not my favorite...

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I love you blue,
Holding arms aloft to
Let spring breezes waken you.

I love you misty grey,
Moving through the shadows
At the dawning of the day.

I love you puce!
Mouth and hands stained purple
By sweet summer berry juice … 

I even love you green!
Dressed as Hermann Munster
For the kids at Halloween … 

I love you Christmas red. 
Face aglow and haloed 
Hair, with silver tinsel threads.

I love you taupe … ?

Sorry … 

Nope!...

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