I forget the bar sometimes
And offer up my honest rhymes.
No underlying meanings to puzzle through;
No flourishes to add more goo.
Just plain and simple is my way.
With familiar words, I'll have my say.
You'll get my message right away.
Why is Christmas Day or Valentine's Day RED?...Other than colors green, gold or yellow or white or pink, why red?
Christmas and Valentine's are red, very red in many representations. Manifested not just by its color, but by the sentimental message or warm thoughts being delivered by the sender, promoter or manifestor.
Blood is red and blood is what flows through you. Red blood cells or Erythrocytes are red because of Hemoglobin. Whatever your blood type is, it's Oxygen that gives color to it.
White blood cells or Leukocytes are part of human armor that protect the body from infections, viruses, bad bacteria and other foreign invaders.
The colors red and white can be seen in many occasions and places like anniversaries and shops, not just in the clothes worn by humans or in cars, buses, schools, hospitals, churches, theaters, stadiums, parks and houses. Red and white could mean love, purity, honesty and other positive things or attributes of the human kind. Even animals can sense what these colors mean to humans despite being color-blind.
Why are colors red and white so important to the human eye?... It's because of YOU.
It is the
Season with
The dark side
Gingerly addressed
In appearances
Of fright and comedy..
Trick or Treat!
It is a song of
Wholeness without
Exception..
you can let go now
I love you, Mom, I whisper
her hand rests in mine
noodle
doodle
why
fry
boodle
poodle
shy
guy
handy
andy
best
buy
randy
mandy
rest
rye
gray
play
deep
sigh
slay
bray
creep
dry
caboodle
radoodle
great
try
poetry style free verse
some words were spoken
some were not
the winter of words
entered the map of speech
body and love
entered too
earth, stars, mountains
i
discovered myself
inside the memoir
of a yellow-green
orangutan
sometimes
even the empty teacup
left on the table
becomes my teacher
and begins
to speak
then i
bow down
at the feet
of the tender diction
of a young
bottle-gourd vine
in the light
that has touched
the sea
i saw
jacaranda blossoms
in the schoolyard
there, on the crown
of the mahogany tree,
the clouds of sunset
A story
Is and
Is not a
Story when
Emptiness
Appears as
Storyteller..
Simply
Empty stories
But nonetheless
May be startling
Entertaining and
Scary for
No one at all..
There you go
mind like an accordion
with eyes aglow
and first to start
words pile up
into a pile of ashes
enough to fill me up
and smother my heart
was there a reason
for crashlanding
was it out of season
or just a mess
there’s rot in the bone
for so many say no
though prone
to the eternal yes.
‘A spark’ or ‘a tiny trace’
Barely more than a hint
The finest sparkling dust mote
The smallest piece of lint
A trace, barely perceptible
Scarcely carries through
An iota, wee, tiny, titchy
Minuscule, bijou
It is, by far, most certainly
The most magical thing I’ve heard
I present to you: ‘Scintilla’
My favourite poetic word
To Bee or not to Bee?
Oh, not that line again!
I can hear the buzz:
At least try to bee original!
Got to lose that bee-be thing --
Catchy, but a bit scratchy
(Same-old Same-old grove) –
Cute, honeyed words, sugary,
Seductive syrup for shameless
Tongues and cords.
Metaphorically speaking,
We all prefer sweet lick-text
As opposed to biting – tasting
Far more exciting. Perhaps time
To re-comb my hive
Of writing? – bee a bit more
Less refraining, or get used to
Stinging complaining….
Baby, baby
Can’t find the words
To tell you I really love you, it’s real
But what of you?
Are you real
Really in love, too?
And if everything’s a mirage
Fata Morgana, meow
Then at least my love for you is real
- Divine bliss. ? -
Some say it is in the clouds above,
is it?
Some say it is in a far off place,
is it?
Does anyone really know?
Yes, just a few,
the ones who have died and then came back.
Do we believe their stories?
Their stories may seem wild to us,
wild because we have not yet been there.
We now live the world of life,
death will come soon enough.
The question comes back to,
What Is The Distance Between Here and Eternity?
For now we can only guess at the answer,
one day we will see the answer.
It's another one of those days.
The weatherman says, "haze".
Searching for a noun, unfound
and listening for a verb, unheard,
what I wouldn't give
for an adjective.
The writ barks
and bellows diktat
iron cudgel poised
to macerate multitudes
for the folly
of one man
who sings flat
plays his game
amid howling hordes
and rises valiant
in the storm.
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