Short Spectrums Poems
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Though I only focus on shades of aquas, greens, purples,
I am a witness of the wider spiraling spectrums
Of wheels of colours, karmic cycles, and ancient human natures.
Supernatural
Beams dazzle
Illustrations shape
A character speaks
Pleasantries
Quakes of fear occur
Lullabies eject
From her lips
As she pirouettes
Such color spectrums
Radiate
To mold a queen
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Crayons of a rainbow consists of spectrums of many unique colors of a rainbow also in human forms ever hanging similar as a traffic signal or a mounted clock upon a wall vastly changing as the seasons 366 days in a degrees.
DIVISIONITA degas signac
superimposed
shimmering
scumbles
of tone
shades
juxtaposed
pastel optics
in
parallel pigments
intermingled
closely
aligned
blended
spectrums
of
elaborated
illusions
foreshortened
IDEAL HARMONY
allusive
signs
manifest
exhort
&compensate
uniting
a
synthesis
of
tangible
egalitarian
phenomena
communing
alongside
subsidiary
pursuit
in
decorative
aesthetic
spectrums
like wisps of rainbows spectrums are changing daily like the skies mood wings
a garden guard down
a rabbit hole be...
a muse-hick of
a music that be...
not just notes
knotted on a page...
they be half mirrored so
they sew music spectrums...
in echoes reflecting every other
instrument being that 'all is' alice dream
stan sand
we forever prepare
cognition to understand
this prism of life
to cognize the greys
of strewn spectrums...that shine clear
with color so rife
there is something and
nothing being in meaning
of any one's strife
observers are a
self realized consciousness
perception of life
"The Keys to the Kingdom"
The keys to my kingdom
daughter.
The past blends through
labyrinths of now
into futures’ otherworldly
spectrums
to all shades of Violet
containing release
only geared for
one autopilot
LOVE.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
gvlm
Azure is the sky, dyeing
A shade darker beyond twilight
From cold embrace of heaven
Star falls, darkness calls.
Embers of sky, dance.
Deep the shifting hues,
A burn of spectrums rays,
Horizon a fire.
Dyeing in cool mists
Shimmer pinpricks
Alight in the firmament
Deep past midnight…
An advance of clouds
Toward the North
Greeted the afternoon,
Crocodile head and turtles surfacing
Overhead spectrums low.
Bottoms drop tails to the ground,
The underside of a toadstool
Greeted evening.
And out of the hand that lifted it,
Boltings lanced to the ground
As night began its closing.
Just think what we went thru to get here?
Was it worth it?
Each and every event and incident?
All unique and memorable
or not, depending on the outcome
There are those who revel in loss
And those who like success
Both are equal of opposite spectrums
Like the string on a yoyo
Forever tangled together
spectrums
of art
bring
wonder
and ecstasy
a
fleeting
inwardness...
a heightened
sense
of the infinite..
so distinct
a visual
chord
yet
out
of key,
an
idiosyncratic
act
of freedom
and chance
evolving..
into
a complete daub
upon
the canvas
of experience
Red, black,round and round
Odd, even, come up from down
Unusually crowded around number 9
Luck should have it,she's a favorite of mine
Ever changing the spectrums outter limit
Till zero enfolds the facet jewel within it
Theocentricly believing the fall will come
Exculpating the loss when the evening is done
Milky Way stars glow
much brighter when far offshore...
navigator’s guide
ever-changing sky
glorious dawns and sunsets...
spectrums shine above
lights in heaven’s seams,
stars are smiles from those who passed...
there they wait for us
Entry for Linda’s “Haiku Hodgepodge” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
owing to the ego stalking
aspects of Self sleep walking
viewed by Self with compassion
infuses love for traction
all spectrums of the rainbow
are in their own right aglow
radiating divine light
dancing with unbound delight
in the void of cessation
within our heart’s play station
we dissolve, then crystallise
and this way God realise
The Colour of Love
Kaleidoscope of spectrums
On the outside... looking in
There’s only one colour—Love—
Bound by prejudice.
Archaic transmutations
Bequeath this cancerous blight
Upon each generation
For mass genocide.
Rose-coloured glasses can not
Tint the mind of the insane…
Only the revelation
Of true love unveils.
deborahburch©
07/24/2012
I have been blessed with things come to me
from beyond the curve of Earth.
Things?
Light. Warmth.
Yes, of course, But then?
Darkness. Coolness..
Yes, dark follows light.
Warmth cools, as does…
What?
Passion.
How?
I have heard it.
Heard?
Heard it whispered. Loud, soft, hard.
Now?
No, not now.
Perhaps you dreamed.
Perhaps I did.
Patton leather boots goose stepping high,
Set out to stamp out creativity but failed to try.
Weather torn dusty gloves catch wind and start to fly.
As fall marches on the caterpillars cry.
Spectrums of colors plummet from trees dry.
Beautiful babies breath their first as rainforest die.
Trees are cut for paper as Saints swim by.
Inspired by "laura's Theme"
mouth blown glass flowers
spectrums of iridescent-
hangs above my head
______________________
May 23, 2016,
Poetry/Haiku/glass poppies
Copyright Protected, ID 16-7943-29-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Inspiration Photo, Poppies, Glass Art Panel
For the contest, Glass Art Haiku,
sponsor, Skat
Fourth Place
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Astonishingly are the reflections of moonlight
Colors dancing from prisms taking wingless flight
Waters' second nature is so abundantly bright
Spectrums turning the sheens of wrong into right
Aquatic mirrors paint a tapestry within the night
Singing visual melodies, waves glittering with light
As the sun rises across, the morning takes its own slight
Just listening to its rhythm causes my pen to write
I Have A Dream....
Fanfare or freshly printed pages
Never, should a heart seek their chains ?
Dreams and there are no specific colours
Less these hues the spectrums of her rainbow..
No race language religion gender
Divisions lines yours mine ? Mirrors
A life this world where All can find joy love; be loved
War, no time for that nor tears what for ? Yes....
I too have His dream; maybe not in this place but, one day.
Form:
Causeway bent refractive source
temporary detour charted course
Rainbow bent in times of old
straightened pathway pot of gold
Fore who can make the crooked straight
distinguish difference love and hate
Bridge the gap for migrating souls
soothing feet upon burning coals
Spectrums color of enlighten
only love will continue to brighten
Within' is gold that must return
forever light.....eternal burn
I want to feel something.
I wanted to be moved by anything,
I need a reason to change, I'm stuck
in my past you won't let me move
forward, There's no more fire behind
this hazel eyes. There's only a sad story
to tell, I've known both spectrums of life
the highest of highs but live in the lowest
of lows, I've became a dark evil version
of my superhero, retired by my loss of hope
my heart still remains black and cold