In my small hometown,
A steel door of a teal store
Always wide open,
People coming and going,
Items paid and spoken for.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
A delicate design, gently painted are white ink spots on each wispy wing
polka dots align her spine, O what a sight for sore eyes in virgin spring
A fancy moth is what some say, an insect with a marbled brown fringe ‘til they're taken aback by flair’s array, iridescent cerulean and teal tinge
A thousand miles she will fly, against Fall's tender cool azure sky
golden rays her solar compass, to orient her pathways—alas
Her journey comes to an end, up the coast where time she’ll spend
Vanessa flutters by, a painted lady, a butterfly
Let the words of my mouth uplift
May they be spiritually endowed
A gift
From the one true God and Savior
Mending broken blue hearts Creator
May your soul rest in perfect peace
May you find refuge as we speak
Guided by Christ our life He leads
May perfect love be enveloping
May you find answers to questions
And insights in the word’s suggestion
For with every teal tongues confession
Holds power to heal seal a blessed one
Tiffany teal tears
Cutting a face
Falling fuchsia fears
Somber with grace
You lost a war
One you adore or smile
Or was it your
Future your child
Pain paints you insane
Colors of your life
Red blue vein
Worried hair now white
Let go of sad black
Try to look ahead
Time you can’t get back
Once you are dead
Tears slide down from ebony eyes
Burgundy broken heart burnt fried
Wounded by words like stones that fly
Stunting self esteem killing pink pride
You speak kindly to strangers though
You even greet plants finely and they grow
Yet you blindly hurt the ancestors soul
With your desire to let the truth be told
It’s not what you say but how you do
Everyone in life at times has been a fool
No one lives life without a mistake or two
And only God Christ can judge not you
Let your tongue be a poem for the lord
Be it firm or soft but not a silver sword
Inspire powerful energy and prayer indeed
Winning bees with words sweet like honey
Tongues that teach are tongues that lead
One to reflect inspect and digest wisdom speak
One can not expect an infant who has no teeth
To chew the thickest stew of spiritual meat
So kindly feed the needy
Thoughts shot like black darts
Ricocheting in decaying glass hearts
So uninspired so much to be desired
Black and white lines crossed tossed
I’m the piano playing out of tune
I’m poinsettia’s of black bloom
I’m the one that got away to soon
The flood of tears your fears of monsoon
Red tide inside of passions death
Never did lie to you lied to myself
Cried musical tears turquoise blue
Rebirth is near and I feel brand new
Winds within wild and free
Shedding my skin a spiritual healing
Was disappointed turned into anointing
Feeling tides teal rides of what will be
Boneless tongues
Breaking hearts
Mouth that runs
Words so dark
Cursing days
Versing night
Fearfilled phrase
Always right
Who loves me
Loves me not
Mystery
Love is God
Tame teal tongue
Mend bent heart
Kindness drums
Beat the dark
Wanderlust has led me everywhere
along lucid wishes rustic landscape;
There is nothing that can really compare,
you don’t have to go far for an escape;
Adorned with a luscious cyan ocean
lies a city full of artistic dreams;
Holding those giving the Muse devotion,
it truly is as vibrant as it seems;
Skyscrapers with electric graffiti,
their designs seem to mimic the weather;
Shining light on this grandiose city
the eye of the storm it’s epicenter;
You smell salt water mixed with gasoline,
that vibe is so aggressively polite;
Walking that boardwalk hologram pristine,
stars decorate a sky filled with daylight;
Familiar yet you cannot place the scent;
With a long inhale you are transported
to a flush Mecca so teal decadent.
The green-winged teal is both cute and fat
And likes to seek food upon a mudflat.
He is known to eat a stem or a seed.
When he eats maggots, should I intercede?
Many purple poets with so much to say
Can’t read them all but teal try anyway
I heard red heart beat from white page
Was in your cherry chest but I felt it anyway
I green gain from poems good and bad
I like them short long strong happy sad
I like them peach weak very inspiring
Like comforting soul food hot filling
I read your poems like a yellow song
I imagine your face voice singing along
The comments section is the best
Love it even when it’s rude and a test
Because we can grow despite brown dirt
We can fly like lime kite from good word
Of special importance writing since my youth
I’ll keep at it while reading your words too
King of my thoughts with heart so kind
Interesting connection over web line
Neon soul glows impressing my mind
That draws me close takes teal time
Everything you are I hope to find.
Dark heart
Onyx bruises
Madd lover
Entrapment fooling
Swollen lips
Teal tears
Indigo ears
Crying years
Violet prayers
In shelters
Only light
Love weathered
Emerald eyes
Need sleep
Courageous flight
Embracing peace
I write so many poems that you don’t see
They end up in purple poem cemetery
Mangled in the **** of my maroon mind
Tangerine tangles of wasted time
Violet vines of not good enough
Tall teal trees of unreturned love
Winged words white like albino leaves
Falling to their death from teal tree
Falling for you’re deaf to my poet tree
Bass treble cleft left in green cerebral dream
Unsung songs unmade love
Sing a longs gone wrong
Made in maroon lust
But somehow I manage to hold on to it
Maybe it will be reborn as a chocolate kiss
of rainbow reflection of historical views
Of future endeavors red spice unused.
most beautiful sheep crown was ready to be given out
vain sheep had been prancing up and down, all about
I know it will be me, one overconfident one said with a shout
the judges made a note of this, and another one’s pout.
crown was pretty, enhanced by rhinestones that were real.
all the girl sheep wanted it, this was their August deal.
Whoever got crowned queen usually wore a bit of teal
for they always chose the same head judge, my uncle Neal
The only fear of leaving that day was the family I left behind
When I described you to the angels, I think of the colors of beautiful rose petals and the virtues that lie within.
I couldn’t choose just one color, So I found one very beautiful, one so very unique, so, I chose this color to send to you, for it makes yours virtues complete
The red is for all the love that our family could hold within
The green rose, a symbol of abundance, peace, and stability
The white rose, defined by it’s reverence, and everlasting love
The cream colored rose, a representation of perfection and richness.
I chose this Teal Colored rose with petals undefined , the angels spoke to me softly and said I should make it mine
The virtues of the roses, that all my family holds
Now live within the petals of this beautiful Teal colored rose
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