Technicolor Poems - Poems about Technicolor

‘A new king arose over Egypt who did not know Joseph’ How could that possibly be ...

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John Wayne would not entertain self-doubt or indecision jumped in again and again with full blown tunnel vision pure bravado does not stop mortality's sure advance nothing can give assurance we will have that one last dance not every situation is cause to pose scream and shout will be no acclimation if we can't find our way out lies turn into bolder lies words sole purpose is...

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Greyscale skies are met with black clouds raining upon us. Brown fields hold no creatures. There’s nothing here. It's blank empty a world of cardboard figures in a shoebox a single stiff breeze could tear us away It's so cold. I'm so cold. Leaning against frigid concrete, I close my eyes. Should I remain here? Waiting for the warm kiss of a life gone by? No....

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There was a manager, at a store near me curious in his heyday, he wore the colors of Joseph, and his multi colored tie. He didn’t have to scramble soul, to deliver my apple pies. He was there for the apple of my eye, moving like a blur to and fro. Couldn’t give him a...

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Long ago and way up north Further than you can ever believe Joey, a jaunty little fellow appeared Folks wondered what was up his sleeve Joey was unusual to say the least Had lotsa neat things on his mind No building forts or throwing snowballs Was a kid of a different kind Went straight to visit Santa one day Brought him happy holiday joy When...

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Maître peintre of exulted hallelujahs skywriting's vastly delusional vapors, whitewashed of stained looking-glass flourished in atmospherical cloudbursts, beyond hallucinations' unearthly enlightenment dreamt 'pon released chimerical technicolor (Maître peintre - master painter)...

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Do you dream in technicolor? Or is it as black and white As right or wrong Are you guilty as charged? Will you let your rainbowed passions Break from their prism Do you need a pot of gold To stir them in? Do you only see green The greed of the fertile land Where you can plant your dreams Your technicolor dreams Not just brown nosing or...

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Bottles bobbing in melting ice Little lights littering the house Clicking chatters of party guests gushing Colors creating cosmic creations of fantasy as My mind drifts into a delightfully dreamy bliss This is my first attempt at an alliteration. I may have done it completely wrong. Sorry it is so short as well....

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Long ago and way up north Further than you can ever believe Joey, a jaunty little fellow appeared Folks wondered what was up his sleeve Joey was unusual to say the least Had lotsa neat things on his mind No building forts or throwing snowballs Was a kid of a different kind Went straight to visit Santa one day Brought him happy holiday joy When...

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Daylight has cuffed the forsaken canyons And as I am just rousing from a fair slumber Saluted I am by a spectrum strangely colored smoke Could it be possible that evolution advanced so hastily The mist that is emitted from her orifice Remind me of happy, platinum things May her lips bear more phenomenons...

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All that was alluring adorned boulevards ‘Twas at the crossroads I became color blind By pillars of dolor I am marred All that was alluring adorned boulevards Devoured within muteness forlorn I whine Could such sequences be signs? All that was alluring adorned boulevards ‘Twas at the crossroads I became color blind...

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Frozen within coloured novelties Elegant fashion strikes tears of joy Flawless solace veils mass poverty Through virgin eyes we appear coy Bewildered they bleed of apathy Visually we appear strangers Oblivious to such telepathy A streak of electric danger Revere the brilliant colours Petite a theatrical delight As unified in passion we muster The enchanted rainbow knights Your black and white hunger we yearn To collect and radically...

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It's raining... In technicolor And at the same time The impossibilities Of reality are reflected in your eyes... But no matter what is not likely Or possible, I still love you And I can only hope that one day You'll love me back...

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