Sunlight stains each yellow petal
Under the vast Kansas sky
Never dull in shade or spirit
Flowing with vigor in the wind
Lingering with Nature's thoughts
Owning it's shade of yellow
Weary from its own beauty
Every seed holds a story
Roses envy this flower's freedom
I'm in love
To be in love
is to be
-- alive --
++ with God ++
is a life worth living
To be neither -
either - good or bad
is to just be.
Amore mio, is to
be free.
Yellow, orange, and red—
Summer’s bounty of life, winter’s death of it all
have been wed.
Early frost spells—
What else could you ask from the fall
pastels?
Our town—
Starting to stall
down.
Yellow, orange, and red—
What else could you ask from the fall
down?
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You stars, goodnight.
We're walking, hand in hand.
Our little lanterns guiding us;
as you lead us from above - up there, you're shining.
We barely twinkle, below.
Waiting for that superstar to rise -- how much longer now?
Second star to the right, that's the way.
And then straight, all the way to the final destination. You can't miss it the island that doesn't exist.
Blue lagoon, pink clouds, somewhere only we know.
Soon.
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855.
Regalo Para sa Yellow
1/19 – Bisperas ng Kapistahan
Ni San Sebastian
Abangan
Sa kaarawan
Ng Partido ng mga Dilawan
At ng mga Pinklawan
Sa ating bayan
Ako ay may regalong pag-aagawan
Marahil ng sanlibutan
Kasabay ng isang kasaysayan
At pangyayari sa kalawakan
Ang dapat niyong abangan
Pagmasdan
Ang kapangyarihan
Ng Bunggaitan
Uulan ng apoy sa kalangitan!
-01/09/2024
(Dumarao… 10 days to go
Before the 78th Birthday of
Liberal Party of the Philippines)
Garden
by Frank Daub
I will talk with you tonight
and – you will answer with yellow flowers,
pale yellow roses,
BRIGHT
wax leaves tied in splashed white bowers.
In dark and on a sea
of white,
You will breathe
into my hand
Perfuming eternity with your gift --
To never leave.
In the City of Downey, where I was born,
my mom gave me options, and I was torn.
She said, "Here are your choices. Listen kid -
we can go to Giza to see the great pyramid,
or maybe you want to see the Great Wall,
or the Sistine Chapel or the Taj Mahal -
but wait, look out the window. It's getting dark.
We just have time for Rio San Gabriel Park.
There's a lion drinking fountain where you can drink.
How about that son? What do you think?"
So, we got in the car, drove two minutes to see
The Big Yellow Lion Fountain of RSG.
I'll tell you friends, that's as good as it gets,
and to this day, I've had no regrets.
789.
Ang Pagpasan ng Krus Patungong Kalbaryo
at Ang Daang Matuwid ng Yellow
At isinalang si Hesukristo
Sa daan patungong kamatayan nito
Oras na! Oras na! Isinalang na!
Ipruprusisyon na Siya!
Sila ang mga Hudyo
Kababayan at kahalubilo
At ng krus Siya ay pinagpasan
Tiniyak nila ang kanyang hantungan
At inilugmok si El Gordo
Sa daan patungong katapusan nito
Oras na! Oras na! Inilugmok na!
Ipaparada na siya!
Sila ang mga Lpardo
Kababayan at kahalubilo
At ng reklamo siya ay sinampahan
Sinigurado nila ang kanyang kalalagyan
Ang Daan Patungong Kalbaryo
Maraming buhay ba ang isinakripisyo?
Ang Daang Matuwid ng Yellow
Ilang buhay ba ang ibinuwis nito?
-04/09/2020
(Dumarao… Maundy Thursday… Araw ng Kagitingan)
*Unique Holy Week
p r I m a r y c o l o r s
red yellow blue
blue crowned
world favorite for
being calm and safe
red depicts
bold power
passion excitement
yellow sadly is
least popular –
reason why yellow is
s o b l u e
There's a thing I've done that I can't believe.
What on earth was I trying to achieve?
Things concerning the color of yellow.
Was it because I was a younger fellow?
We bought a house whose color we didn't like.
It was dull and dark, and needed more light.
That's right. We painted it a very bright yellow.
Later on, we would say, "Look for the yellow house."
Later, we said to ourselves, "What have we done?"
Now, the only yellow we like is a yellow rose.
Yellow rubber, swallowed by the wardrobe’s floor,
cracked wide across the instep where the plastic split.
They smell of wet rubber, mildew,
fear;
a pair of small boots, size twelve, seven years old,
caked in dried river-silt and salt.
A stranger may look in and call this precious,
a quiet snapshot of a girl who loved the rain
before her legs lengthened
and learned the art of running away.
How sweet to think I open up this closet to
reminisce an untouched girl leaping in the rain.
I never grew out of my yellow boots.
Perhaps I was torn out of them.
The monster does not have a face,
all rot and cold,
a mouth of shadows opening beneath the porch,
his heavy fingers smelling of damp earth and rust.
He never touched the boots; only the girl inside,
snapping her out of them like a bone from a joint,
leaving two empty hulls dropped flat upon the tile.
Each morning I reach into the dark for my coat,
and realize the closet is not where I hide the memory -
but where the monster wears my yellow rain boots,
waiting for me to slip my feet back in.
Oh Yellow.
I was both arrested and captured by you.
My eyes locked on a most gorgious view.
Oh Yellow.
Were you a car, I'd pay you no mind.
But you are you; So, I make you mine.
Oh Yellow.
Were you a house, in you I would not recline;
And at your table, I would not dine.
But you are you; So, I make you mine.
Oh Yellow.
You look so stunning all the time.
Oh my sweet Yellow, I'll always be
Your best fellow.
May the yellow rose
Always refuse to fold,
Thrive and never grow old;
Ever be home within my soul,
Survivng the heat and the cold.
If the truth be told or written on a scroll,
I sincerely wish she could be stored and
Saved as treasured valuables like gold.
Yellow roses.
One stunning sight
Yellow roses.
It just seems right
Yellow roses.
She makes me write
Yellow roses.
Of them I read
Yellow roses.
Not roses red
Nor roses pink
Not roses white
Nor roses purple
Yellow roses.
Saw them differently today.
Read of a yellow rose I say.
She was named 'The Poet's Wife'.
Yellow houses?
Yellow cloths?
Yellow cars?
Yellow trucks?
No, No, No, and No.
No stay, no wear, no go.
Yellow cactus blossoms
And yellow roses?
Beauty and fragrance.
Yes and Yes!
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