Yellow spot.
Turtle dove.
Lemon squeeze.
Take offence follow lines.
Blow the trumpet and harken the seven skies.
Rage baited called a clown.
Honey suckle my baby doll.
Moon over my hammy calls to me with her hazel eyes she shines greatly.
Juniper Diamond ravaging.
Walnut clothed heavy cream.
Nine toes ten paths all lead me to my King.
Jesus Christ Lord of Lords.
All Hail Jesus forever.
Yellow Spot blue turtle dove.
Mint toffee crimson blood.
He paid the price for our sins rose from the dead defeated death itself.
Awaiting my Pirate Queen of Czechia.
"Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot;
Others transform a yellow spot into the sun."
_Pablo Picasso
Yes, the sun is a star,
heartbeat of the solar orbits;
the scientific description bizarre,
the reason for all the lush green forests.
Without this star-no light,
it would be just dark all the time like night;
nothing- there would be no life to delight,
reason for our night and day;
the reason that our seasons sway,
reason for a bouquet.
Nothing is more magical than a blue sky clear,
I love sun when hanging enormous;
love auroras made from particle flight,
and skies when the sun and clouds do a ballet.
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March 17, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/''Heartbeat'' of Our Existence
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1237-040-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, A Star's Heartbeat Beat
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Third Place
Brightness is so uplifting
gives your heart a full glow
looking to the sun in the sky
seeing that yellow spot lifts your low
Bright clothes are so colourful
to wear them lifts your heart
yellow is my favourite one
makes you feel great especially a hat
Many memories lift your spirit
brings brightness to the soul
tie yellow ribbon round old oak tree
sing it along in expecting your goal
We all live in a yellow submarine
a Beatles hit from long ago
another one remind me of old yell
it all helps life to eloquently flow
A favourite from Sunday school
all things bright and beautiful
shows God has made it all
for He's shown it yellow full!
(YELLOW - my fav colour!)
Beneath the vibrant orange-red of sky
and a yellow spot of sun dropped low,
a farm’s snow-topped structures in the
clearing of a wintry woods
are huddled as if to
draw some warmth from this
brightest part of
a short-lived
pallid
day.
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