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An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

quote by Honore de Balzac
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Color Me

I wish that they would color me
The color of the rose
The color of the spring
Or the color of the snow.
If again they’d color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color I could see
As long as I am free.
As I wish that they would color me
The color of the trees
Or the color of the leaves
And then that color I would be.
I wish that I was a rainbow
With the many colors of the sky
Or the single color of a star
Shimmering in the night.
And if again they would color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color that is me
Is the color that I could see.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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What Color? (Hope)

what color
was the dust
from which the stars

were made?
what color is the hunger
written on the child's face?

what color is justice,
forgiveness, desire, truth?
what color is the wind....

the rain, gravity,
and knowledge?
what color is equality?

what color is freedom?
what color is eternity?
what color is redemption?

what color is God?
what color were the nails
that hung Jesus on the cross?

what color was enlightenment
falling on the Buddha as he sat
'neath that tree?

what color is prejudice, hatred,
fear, greed, apathy.....
what color your skin?

nay, what color is your blood?
and what color are the eyes
of humanity staring through the darkness?

and what color is hope?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The dominant invades the entire picture, as it were. In this way I seek to individualize the color, because I have come to believe that there is a living world of each color and I express these worlds.

quote by Yves Klein
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Daylight reveals color; artificial light drains it.

quote by Helena Rubinstein
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Many people mistake our work for our vocation. Our vocation is the love of Jesus.

quote by Mother Teresa
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B: XIIII: Last Thoughts Ordered

Regular glimpses of truth
Provided by vocation
Kept regret at bay.

I neglected funeral arrangements.

No no-man's-land exists
In my line of work,
Sudden death's a hazard.

I have one last poem to glimpse.

I am being taken
At approximately the same age
At which pleasure-seekers
Should be taken
If long regret
And its vocation of tomb arrangement,
Instead of changed vocation,
Is not to set in.

Pity not overly:
That age is not as early
As it used to be.

One day they all too
May keep regret at bay,
Taken...suddenly...late.

Entombed conservatively.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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I Give All To Thee...

I give all to thee...the entire world which I know:
All my hopes and dreams, to and with you, I do bestow!
Without question, nor with a moment's hesitation
I want all for thee...tis my heart's solitary vocation!
Replete is my heart with your very existence,
Lacking you...absent too, my very subsistence!

I, the tender flower, you, dichotomously, both sun and rain!
Ever more enraptured am I...ne'er to wane!
Wanton for nothing, but tot have you near,
In your tender embrace, naught do I possess, to fear!
With you by my side, all else fades to irrelevance,
Humbled each day am I by your love's adamance!

Ever amazed, ever assured by such...with nary above:
I shutter to fathom where I would be...without your love!

Maurice Harris,10 May 2006

poem by Maurice Harris
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Thursday Afternoon

Her life is a show
One act follows the other everywhere she goes
She takes the leading role
She never plays herself
Save for the time shes on the stage
Color her black or white
Now either one reflects the teardrops
One extreme for the other
Nothing in between
Color her white for the princess she could be
Color her black for the troubled child she plays so well
Well shes dancing through hell on a dream
And blue is soul of the one
Reaching for the man that she hasnt got yet
And holding on to those hearts for lost causes
She could be so bright
But shes reaching for us all
Color her blue for the loneliness she feels
Shes hiding her heart in the sky
And this is a thursday afternoon
Its just another thursday afternoon
Its just another thursday afternoon
Color me grey
Im a little bit of everything today
And Im not sure just where Im going
Color me grey
Wishing I was something more of distinction
Color us all cause were just stars
Wishing our lives away
Into the distance
And out of existence
Color her black or white
Color her blue
Or color me grey
Color us all - were stars
Wishing our lives away
Now were stars

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Color

Performed by the steeles
Composed by prince
Color me black if u color me just like u
Color me angry if u color me less than I do
(whoa, whats your color? )
Yeah, whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
Color me happy if u teach me what I need 2 know
Color me gone if u dont, if u dont cuz every child needs 2 grow
This I know
(whoa, whats your color? )
Oh, whats your color, yeah?
I wanna know
(whoa, whats your color? )
Oh, whats your color?
Listen (listen)
Love is my color when Im shown love in return
But when I am not, its a bet u can guess what I have learned
Whats my color?
Hey
Color me green (color me green) if I cannot have what uve got
Color me blue (blue) until I do cuz the fire will shonuff be hot
Yes it will
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Hey yeah
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Oh, make me a promise (make me a promise)
Oh, make me a promise (that whatever u color me) that whatever u color me
U will at least color me then I can color u 2
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Hey
Color
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Whats your color?
Make it love
Whats your color?
Mine is love
(whoa, whats your color? ) yeah
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )

song performed by by Prince
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A wold made of pink

It's just a new obsession
A color which makes me go insane
Pink is not any kind of fiction
Pink always helps me gain
Faith, confidence and everything I need
Trust, joy and a bit of laughter
This color helps me succeed
Pink is the color of my eyes
Only when I look at you
Pink makes me an angel in disguise
It's the color which brings joy to me and my crew
Pink is a color so mighty, so great
Pink is the color my face
Turns when I'm late
Pink is the color which nothing can replace
It's the color which I can't stop thinking of
Neither day nor night
Pink symbolizes my love
Pink is the color of the light
Which shines in my heart for you
It's the color of a wonderland
This color shouldn't be withdrew
It's the color of my imaginary sand
Pink is the color my cat wants to be
Pink is the color of the sun which shines
Pink is the color the world can see
Pink is the color which gives me signs

poem by Mia Peterson
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Grape

Nature has created no fruit
Without a proper vocation,
For the sake of those in need.
Pressed,

What comes out-wine,
Unlike Existence that emerges.
From Nothing. Born to serve
Pours out drunkness, for free to all,

Till intoxication
Raises its head
From the crowd of the world
To say 'It's i you have been looking for'

poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.

quote by Vii Putnam
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Red.

Red,
The color of blood,
Red,
The color of my tortured bud..
The color of my rose,
The color of my focus,
The color of my arm,
The blood streaming,
Down
Down
I pull my blade upto the little spot I dug,
Make it deeper and longer...

Let's all just start over again.
RED
RED
The color of my broken hearted soul,
RED
RED
The bleeding that I suffice in all words.

In all words.

poem by Cory Burton
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The Color of My Heart...(a song)

The color of my heart...
Without you it's black
The color of my heart...
With you it's red
Is it love?

The color of my heart...
When it's broken
It's purple
With you it's red
Is it love?
(chorus)
The color
Color
The color of my heart...
The feeling of you
Makes it warm
The color of my heart...

Oh oh oh
The color of my heart...
When it's warm, it's pink
The color of my heart...
When it's sad, it's blue
(chorus)

The color of my heart...
Is the emotions with you
The color of my heart...
Makes me feel like new, oh oh oh
Is it love?
(chorus) x2
(The color of my heart...oh oh oh)
6/21/08

poem by Alexandria Rios
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What is the color of love?

What is the color of love?

I'll paint it with RED.

Do you ask me why? Because.....

Red roses are the symbol of love,

Red sunrises are the symbol of life.

What is the color of love?

I think I'll paint it with ORANGE.

I'll give it to you by the segments.

It looks so naive but....

You have to believe.

What is the color of love?

And now I'll paint it with YELLOW.

It's the sunshine of the bright day.

It's the color of flowers in spring.

What is the color of love?

I'll better paint it with GREEN.

'Green grass of home...',

Green leaves, green piece...

What is the color of love?

I think I'll paint it with BLUE.

It's the color of the sky,

It's the color of freedom,

It's the color of seas and oceans

It's the color of the devotions.

What is the color of love?

It is sometimes dark blue

When the ocean is angry

When someone's love is not true.

What is the color of love?

May be it is VIOLETTE?

Don't try to guess

As I'd like here to confess:

It's a RAINBOW!

Larisa R(Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Such A Revealing Thing To Witness

People have created their own realities.
To find themselves blocked...
In a head lock.

With a mental strain that drains them,
Physically and emotionally.
And the days they could have stopped,
A clinging onto a superficial existence...
Has from them gone.

And the act of pointing fingers,
That seems to be acceptably done by everyone...
Is such a revealing thing to witness,
About those thoughts one has...
Regarding their own accountability!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tracing the Silhouette of Her Body in My Mind

What god has tossed my soul
Upon this stormy path
Of lonely longing unfulfilled?

I live incensed
At my own existence
Every sunset dusk
That she walks away
In another’s arms.

I drive furiously
The boulevards of jealousy
And weep on midnight streets
Of perfumed rejection
Lost in the fragrance
Of her scarf!

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Red Is The Color I See

Red Is the Color I See
Red is the only color she can see
Dripping from the sky sliding from the trees
Red is the only color she sees
From the blink of an eye to a dropp of a penny
Red is the only color she sees
From the pain exploding within
To the drink being mixed with vodka or Gin
Red Is the Color Hanging On the Walls
Crawling on the floor and sliding down the halls
Red it the blanket that covers her a night
The color that hugs her skin so tight
Red is the Color that whispers death
That suck up the air and your last breathe
Red is the color tell her it will be ok
Just lay down close your eyes and pray
Red is the color that didn't make it through the night
Eyes closed no more memories in sight
Red it the color that hung on the knife
Gone was a life
No a breathe or a blink
The knife now lies in the sink.

poem by Jamelia Lane
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Red.

Red, the color of love romance
The color of our hearts.
Red, the color of blood,
My blood coming from where you stabbed me with your dagger.
Red, the color of your evil vile face.
After you realized what you’ve done.
Red, the color on the floor.
From my blood to yours.

poem by Angela Landa
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Greens

Mid-rainbow color and cooler of eyes,
With it's companion color crayon,
Whose swiping movements on paper describes a leaf,
And also, the transactional color in blanks.

The begrudging human emotion,
The same tinted as leaves' color.
The same one that would move cars,
Those waiting at an intersection.

And then the Earth's garb,
Myriads of plants, grass and shrubbery,
The preferred color of this planet,
The mid color of the rainbow.

Against it's blue sky.

poem by Vera Sidhwa
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