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My sweet three little beautiful Balloons

i have three sweet beautiful balloons all looks so
pretty the yellow, the blue and red that always
sparks, as the sun goes round, in the midst sky
beside the window beneath the green, green,
green leaves of ever green of an Avocado big,
big tree

glamorous yellow glows like flowers wait the
golden sunrise of rays shower in the petals of red
and blue in the garden near the wishing well i
made, while the millennium blue color looks like
the sky that wait the rain to fall as the bird fly into
the horizon of oozing ocean blue crystal water, and
the red one sprouted like a fuzzy nebula of celestial
star in the galaxy of a million years, as it floats in
the air with the string in the tail

pull the tiny string, swing as the wind wiggle to
get free beautifully it flies, in the hand it stands by,
hold on, just let the breezing air cools it down, as
the three beautiful balloons wondered in every eye,
that captures every hearts that swing into the
melodic tune of beauty of tranquility

as the string gives a puzzling cheerful looks, and
the hands tiedly touch, the wind eagerly move to
loose the three sweet beautiful balloons into the
harnessing journey of freedom, passing the
rainbow of endless point of hope

now my three sweet beautiful balloons comes to
their own life, making their own color, flying
every wind in the sky, where once i hold the string,
yet! it’s not a goodbye

i am old enough to say....good luck and have a
happy Journeys.....fly your own balloon

“ poem dedicated to my three lovely Daughters “
Karen Isabel T. Liao, Lindsey Cherub T. Liao
and Michelle Ann T. Liao

poem by Antonio Liao
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The balloon in the tree

There high up in the tree
was a bright Red balloon
how did it get there I mused?
Was it put there by a little boy
or did the wind pluck it from his hand?
it was stuck firm on a branch now.
When I came by the tree the next day
I looked up and it was still there
and it wasn't the only balloon
there was a blue one and a yellow one?
The following day the tree was covered in them
all different colours and sizes and shapes
the wind and rain couldn't pop them dead.
Every day more balloons were there in the tree
all different colours, shapes, and sizes,
the wind and rain wouldn't hit them at all.
I was the only person who knew of the tree
it became invisible to anybody else
the balloon tree was there just for me.
When a balloon died another took it's place
so the tree was always covered in balloons
throughout the years it stood proud and strong.
You may say I'm making this up or I'm mad
and there's no such thing as a balloon tree
but I know it's true so that's all that matters.

This is for Chloe, Holly, Katie, and Oliver.

poem by Kevin Halls
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The Life I Live

It has been said that blue is the color of the sky although others may say
Blue is an emotion when someone is close to tears-
Sad, melancholy and disheartened-
I look upwards toward the sky on a sunny day when
I don’t feel sad and blue.
Green is the color of the leaves upon the trees, although
I have heard others say they are jealous- green or envious-
I enjoy the trees, especially in the summertime,
Blown about in a gentle and cooling breeze-
The same leaves turn yellow, gold and orange in the autumn and
Fire blazes a bright red in color-
It is the fire of my spirit that burns
When anger plagues my troubled mind-
Rain falls and puts out the fires but
The rage inside of me is a shade of red that will not be tamed.
I look upward towards the sky on a sunny day,
As the leaves upon the trees rustle in the wind-
I pray for the rain to fall to quench the fury that burns my soul-
I don’t feel melancholy blue or jealous-green-
I have days when I enjoy the colors of the autumn foliage-
But the color red of rage defines the life I live.
Today I glance upward toward the blue sky and the leaves upon the trees-
Today I feel sad and blue and close to tears because
Of the pain that the fire inside of me that is always burning-
If the sun and the trees could laugh and send me good vibrations perhaps
They would cheer me and I could capture the colors blue, green, orange and yellow-
And perhaps even red as being bold and beautiful-
And with these colors I could paint a rainbow upon my horizon and
There would be no reason for anger to smolder my heart again-
I could laugh with the sun at the splendor of the rainbow against the sky of cobalt blue- And glad to say that raging fire of resentment
Is behind me now and I never feel sad and blue because
I have repainted my world with colors of joy, happiness and eagerness
To live my new life beneath that rainbow of contentment.-

Claudia Krizay

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Crowded Circus

Holding his tough flat hand
And swinging our arms together
We were proceeding forward
Towards the place, I was very excited for

In front of us stood the place for me like heavens
“Hey! Look there
The world’s most beautiful words in red”
“That spoke in bold letters ‘CIRCUS’”

By now in 2nd standard
I was able to read the boards
As the crowd got nearer
The size of my brother’s hand was a great help for me

Nor a singly show went unseen
Neither a single stall went unattended
The elder one gave me gas balloons
Of every color present there

It was hard for my little hands
To hold all those strings
Suddenly the one, of my favorite color went up
Leaving my brother’s, I leaped to catch it
Somehow, I got hold of its long string

I wanted to handle it to my brother
I looked around and searched for him but he was not there
I could not find him
Everyone’s height was my double
Oh brother, my brother

It was evening
I sat near a tree, what else this little soul could do either
My tears flooded the muddy ground below
I tied the balloons to the tree

The sun was setting
The crowd gradually dispersing
I could see happy children
With their father and brother

Suddenly I heard a voice known to me
I thought he wanted the balloons
I turned. The sun was at his back
Therefore, I could not see him clearly
However, I can admit
That he called out my name ‘Munna’

poem by Manash Das
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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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That Big Yellow Balloon

'Mommy, I want that big yellow balloon, '
The baby boy cried.
Mommy walked the mall replying,
'I only see a red balloon.'

So the Mommy did drive,
And the baby it cried,
Then they reached a new store.
But the baby wanted that big yellow balloon,
The store did not have.

'Maaaaaaaam, I want that big yellow balloon, '
The baby yelled with his wavy shaped mouth.
The Mommy saw some red, white and blue balloon,
Driving by a July the Fourth party.

Now the baby bellowed louder,
Pounding his fists on the floor,
Saying, 'see Mom, all big yellow balloons are gone Mom.
Why did you wait so long?

Perplexed Mom asked the crying son,
What he meant by that,
Especially, when she had done,
All she could have done.

The baby proclaimed, 'now the big yellow balloon,
Has turned into a big orange balloon! ! ! '
He sobbed, 'you made it too late in the day Mom.'

Now Mommy asked, 'was that the biggest sunshiniest,
Balloon in the tall sky, that hung around all day long? '
'And you didn't get it for me, whaaaaaaawww.....,
The baby expressed himself.

The next day bought another appeal from the baby,
This time as he rode with the pilots of 'Sun Shines Airways.'
The cockpit shown his big yellow balloon, steady in front of him.
The pilots bought him the longest wads and wads of string.

This baby stuck the string to the cockpit window,
Where the sun was the biggest and yellowest.
And as the plane descended,
That string grew longer and longer.

The baby knew he know owned,
The biggest and 'yellowest' balloon,
As his grip grew stronger and stronger.
This baby's hand held it longer and longer,

His biggest yellow balloon,
Filled with helium.

poem by Vera Sidhwa
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A Poet Garden

the sun will rise from the East and set
in the West; where all the beautiful birds
whisper and sing there harmonic melody
of praise, whistle that call to a memory
of today and live forever

see the sun flower sprouted like Lilies in
the garden of sweet meadow of Daffodils,
and the butterfly and bees love to taste its
sweeten gift of fruit of every days
beginning

look at the wind blew its magnificent
humid air; harbor the crystallized pebble
in the shore of history forever more, as
it wait the coming morn of tide, that
paddle into the deep blue ocean of where
its want to stay

the sky showers its rainbow, and the
clouds form a color that the heart can see,
listen my dear blue heaven, the journey of
each fly wait and touches the sky; let us
dream to a place where the eyes can’t see
and a heart that only feels the immortality
of life of eternity

let be our dreams hold a pen, and show the
wisdom of ever learning eyes of the
poet beginning up to the end ……

poem by Antonio Liao
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Summer Rainbows

It's that beautiful summer sky..
Like blue raspberries
I dare to try...
Freshly squeezed home made orange tropicana...
To wash down my yellow banana...
Ruby red cherries
How sweet the summer berries..
Dark green rhines
Of sweet red watermelon..
The perfect scenario of heaven...
The perfect summer rainbow...
There are sweet little secrets
In our green crowded garden...
They do grow...
So the next time
You look into that beautiful summer sky
With your fruitful eyes...
Take a bite of that summer rainbow
In your garden
Just below..

poem by Saundra Diamante
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Brittle my Wings

let
then the flying wings
conquer the blue sky, and
may the splashing clouds cover
the horizon of the gloomy
wonder of hope; the cab waved of promise,
the start of the season
of Autumn

mind wait
your golden smile of face that rejoice,
ensuring that bears the fathom
of honesty in your sincerity
I comment, come now my love and
mingle every inch of
wisdom of the wings that fly,
beneath the chilly hills of love, until you
come back in my
precious arm

yield, the memory of you,
heralded with laurel; a Lotus of
hyacinth of clear sky I fly, and take me
to hold every minutes
of cried moment of pleading,
sweet victory for
today

let me dropp my wings and touch
each feeling of the
wishing wind, for the sky push
me to see you again; of where my
belied love stays with you,
in that beautiful sky,
as we fly

give up not my dream; the brittle wings
wait your great speed,
for we will fly high
again ……

“ a Poem dedicated to Majencia R. Gabales “

poem by Antonio Liao
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Choose Your Color

I will paint the walls blue
Blue is calm, blue is power
Blue is the color of tranquility
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the ceiling green
Green is healthy, green is peace
Green makes time move faster
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the floor red
Red is fire, red is danger
Red is the symbol of passion
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the sky purple
Purple is sad, purple is gloomy
Purple is the color of romance
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the tree black
Black is fear, black is death
Black is the symbol of grief
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the street yellow
Yellow is happy, yellow is fresh
Yellow is the color of sunshine
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the fence orange
orange is wisdom, orange is wealth
Orange is the color of success
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint everything white
White is good, white is pure
White is the color of faith
Have you seen my colors yet?

(August 16th,2006)

poem by Christopher G. Turner
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Autumn Swing

Back to the back
Undo and tracking our footprints
Printed on the sand of time
Reached and stopped at one point
The beginning of earliest thing
Our first meet and Hello greet

Hello world
We keen seed a plant
Sprout the moment, the lesson start
Water my soul you bring me light
With you the life we ride
Deep in core, inside
Grows to root in heart
Hello world
It's been many years we had
But seems like yesterday we been here
The wind still calm, loyal visit our garden
Hope all season life still evergreen not frozen

Time goes fast like a smoke
Thick, thin, disappear
We smile we cry, branching emotion in vessels
Patiently we waiting to smell the scent of happy
Life not easy but we learn new lesson daily
Branches becomes stronger day by day
Stronger construct history today
Dig deep by root, taller, up by shoot
Life so mystery but can be understood

Green leaf symbols of living
Each one, each day we been talking
One day we gained or leaving
Day by day, Oh World
Who thought we passed years
We changed by now and we still
To be now a shady tree
Against the storm or a safe home
The best shelter of nightingale
And we learn how to sing beautiful tale
At least apples ripen accompany

Time running just like a smoke
Dense, smear, disappear
Now, here, today will be another memory
Seasons of life, chapter of our story
Green leaf will change to yellow or brown glory
Feel blue, past leave yellow history
Time so fast, if wrong, say my sorry

Green leaves won't leave a grieve
Together this color we folded in our lifestory
Enveloped in leaves of remembrance
And sand of time bringing changes again
Seal with red to yellow, fade out the blue
The old green one day be the past hue

Gentle breeze drift them away
Fall down, the leaves
fall me with the miss
As the autumn comes again
The memories fly away
We missing and missed
but the wind we love still

The moments we now shared
Rooted in heart, ever-last to exhale
The joy, the smile, the cry and pain
In each branches, vessel and vein
We passed the past, memory make it last
The colors only changed but still so intense
All...Enveloped in leaves of remembrance
Just not green only red or yellow remain
Once we live it fresh as green but now
To the red, brown to yellow it changed
I sat and think life is about to change
The significant why memory remain

Autumn wind take all away
Falling all the red leaves
Falling me, for something i missed
The wind touch again, on this skin
Kiss me cold remind, warm past rewind
But this life-tales we love still
Autumn come again to swing this feel

Hello world,
The seed we plant
Swing me back to memories
When the first time i touch life flowers
I enjoyed and sweetly cry
When the branches broken in vein
I cried my salty cry

Now i learn shoot will replace anew
As new day we keep growing too
The lost green will fade away
The past cant forever stay
We might lost beautiful red, yellow part
But forever memory warming in my heart
I will remember as blue disperse remarks.

Falling down those leaves
falling me, this miss
All behind was around and round
Leaves falling down on the ground
Like our memories, matured, beautiful brown
I'll wait for the time, when everything is back
Beginning of a new story
For new branches to grow
And bring green back home
I smiled and creating new footprints to remember
...........for one day i will return

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The poem is about these three things, i make it to tell in diverse meaning..hope fully it works
1. The memory and story of life that symbolized as a leaf..losing it may cause a miss
2. The time, is like the story of our life and history...Hello is intro when we was born and life
bring some another greet as we grow and changed by time
3. Dedication to a friend, which evergreen in heart
I imagine that we start something like a hello, we plant it and grow
deep in heart...

Autumn Swing is about...
'what all of us having now, current is green..so fresh color of living..this moment we are constructing memories for old days sooner...Then the memories in the making are green as it in present tense and all folded in a leaf...The green will fade as time we will leave...it turn to yellow, red and brown (color of memory) we miss the blue (color of peace) ..The green colors have two complexions (element of green=blue+yellow) mean (live in current=peace and memory. As the leaf lost the green and turn yellow, it means the blue and memory depart each other...When the autumn comes, the wind blows and the leave fall...the fall of the leave=miss because the memory just far away from tree which planted in heart..deep rooted in heart :)

The colors, from green to red-yellow fade to blue meaning as well as this
(blue+yellow=green) ...blue=serene, yellow=memory, green=life and fresh. Hope you can feel connected to one of these or any reason
Thanks for reading and Autumn just coming, enjoy it..! ! Keep smiling
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poem by Unwritten Soul
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Whisper me your Tears

as reason doubted the emotion that fall as the teary eye
dropp to the ground, sprouted like balloons in the sky i pray,
rain to fall underneath the pinky check of a weary face i taste

as the petal blew by the wind, floats and pull down into
the humid soil; the early birds sing for the hungry worm dash
to feed the it’s young, a swiping day for a living

as the basket wrapped empty, decorated, color with
beautiful flowers and leads to a parade so, as everybody will
see, is like a lady with all the regalia's, sliding and smiling
with no single words reflected in her lips twinkle in her weary
eye

as pocket that is full, yet! nothing can't buy and all want to
say is a very sweet adeu, what then is the price the jewels in
your neck, when everything in your arm, loose and close your
face of all what is desire and end as it expires

the whisper in your dream, passing every scene, waits to
hold until you gain, for tomorrow would never be the same as
today will only come in a much unexpected moment of what
will be the nature brings

tell me don't cry, my heart is listening and my day with you
will always fall as the memories remember in my eye that call
in your weary tears that touch and my burden disappear for i
have lifted you in my loving arm my dear

whisper me always and i will wipe up your tears, leave me
nothing to capture your emotion to thy passion of holding your
drops of tears in my check........... trust me

poem by Antonio Liao
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I've Got The World On A String

I've got the world on a string
Sitting on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life - I'm in love
I've got a song that I sing
I can make the rain go
Any time I move my finger
Lucky me, can't you see - I'm in love
Life's is a beautiful thing
As long as I hold the string
I'd be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let it go
I've got the world on a string
Sitting on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life - I'm in love
Life's is a beautiful thing
As long as I hold the string
I'd be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let it go
I've got the world on a string
Sitting on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
I'm walking around with my head in a clouds
And I'm feeling so good
I don't want to come down
And I'm shouting it out
I'm in love

song performed by by Barry Manilow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Color Blind

Everyday seemed to be rainy,
I just woke up to see the gray clouds on my window,
the birds didn't illuminate my mornings with their beautiful melody anymore,
I couldn't see more colors than black gray and white.

One day I woke up after having a colorful dream,
I could see more than gray,
I realized I was a color blind before,
because I noticed that after that rain and clouds,
there has always been a rainbow for me,
so I was color blind not to notice that colorful rainbow before,
but, they say that you can't see a rainbow without rain

My rain was just a wall not to see that beautiful rainbow,
now it has dissappeared,
I'm not a color blind anymore,
Now standing in front of my window,
I can see a bautiful bird red and blue looking for flowers,
Flowers violet and pink standing on the ground,
the beautiful green of trees and plants,
and the splendid blue of my new sky,
one of them I can't name it,
is so unique so special,
I think I'll call it...
Love....

poem by Ana Lia Zaldivar
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Key Lime Pie

Ocean breeze, tire swing
Coconut fall if you shake that thing
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat
Her key lime pie
Her key lime pie
Tall green tree, yellow bird
Bikini bottom and a tie-dyed shirt
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Big white sail, red sunset
Lobster tail and don't forget
My, my, my - my key lime pie
A six string, ten shots
Of Cruzan rum, hey, I like it a lot
With my, my, my - my key lime pie
Tortola, a full moon
Shining down on a blue lagoon
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat
Her key lime pie
Her key lime pie
We got Ginger and Mary Ann
Cookin' up a real good tan
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Key lime pie, key lime pie
Key lime pie, my my my
My, my, my key lime pie
Key lime pie, key lime pie

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Floobie Doobie Doo

As I walk down to Bishop Street I met a girl who smiled so sweet
Now she was young and pretty too
And on a string she walked with a thing called the Floobie Doobie Doo
Oh the Floobie Doobie Doo now what is that it ain't no dog and it ain't no cat
It's not the doll with eyes of blue
I never seen such a thing as thing called the Floobie Doobie Doo

It had one tooth five purple toes sixteen elbows and a twelve-foot nose
You never see one in the Zoo
I mean a thing like a thing on a string called the Floobie Doobie Doo
I told that girl lemme take you home and maybe we can be alone hahaha
She said I'd love to go home with you
But I have to cling to my thing on the string called the Floobie Doobie Doo

Well I took her home that very night we talked a while and I dimmed the light
She cuddled close and the next thing I knew
Just as soon as it seen us in between us jumped the Floobie Doobie Doo
It stayed all night it stayed all year I never got to hold you near
I said sweet baby I wanna cling to you
But she wanna cling to the thing on the string called the Floobie Doobie Doo
Oh the Floobie Doobie Doo oh now what is that
It ain't no dog it ain't no cow it ain't no cat
It's not the doll with eyes of blue
You just can't swing with the thing on the string called the Floobie Doobie Doo

Well she cried and cried she wiped her eye she said farewell so long goodbye
For though I loved you yes I do
I can't reveal the love that I feel for the Floobie Doobie Doo
I never see her anymore she never knocks upon my door
And every night alone and blue
I sit and swing about a swing on a thing
I mean I sit and think about a swing on a thing
I mean I sit and sing about a thing on a string called the Floobie Doobie Doo oooh

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Verdant Lands of Spring

(from the title of an NLP anthology) Spring rains begin, to refresh the land,
An' beautiful spring flowers begin, to make their stand,
Orange pink blue yellow and every pretty color,
Decorating the hillsides, in a truly rich splendor,
Making their appearance, after cold winter nights,
And the cold wind that to me, seemed really a fright,
Yet now everywhere, it's turning luscious green,
An' beautiful spring birds, will soon be seen,
Now sweet peas blue bonnet flowers an' daffodils,
Are coloring an' dotting the meadows an' hills,
An' springtime can last as long as it wills,
An' I'll never complain o' the fresh spring rains,
That refresh an' green up, the lovely hills an' plains,
An' meadows for sheep an' cattle an' stallions alike,
An' am getting myself ready, for a long fiel' hike,
An' there will be calves an' lambs, an' colts very soon,
And plenty of grass and plenty of room,
As the verdant lands of spring, burst into bloom.

poem by George Kick
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Bein Green

Its not easy bein green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer bein red or yellow or gold
Or something much more colorful like that
Its not easy bein green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over
cause youre not standing out like flashy sparkles
On the water or stars in the sky
But green is the color of spring
And green can be cool and friendly like
And green can be big like an ocean
Or important like a mountain or tall like a tree
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why
But why wonder, why wonder?
I am green and itll do fine, its beautiful
And I think its what I want to be

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Mask the Clouds

thousand of years past, the wind floats
every design await the beautiful surface
of the wind, making the blue sky turn to
gray, a great switch of flow its direction
to kiss the sun to go down underneath
the beautiful sand in the shore

oh! how many doubts could ease the pain,
for all have come naked in the face of
each birth, and why other like to persecute
of the innocent, when the origin of the man,
mark the navel of every womb of a woman

let everyone stand for all of us, who have
just come in a foreign land, thou shall not
be like stranger in a new land we’ve found,
make the best out of what everyone taste
the sweet honey and milk in every mother
breast

leave what makes far from me, I the voice
of the Lord command, be free and listen to
the breathe of the sea ……

“a poem dedicated to the new immigration Law
of America”

poem by Antonio Liao
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Meaning Of The Rainbow

The rainbow
Red because the blood I see because of you.
Purple from my heart
Orange your favorite color
Green the color of your eyes
Yellow the color of your hair
Blue the color I feel every night
This is the color of my rainbow
The meaning of the rainbow
You use to point at them
And this is what it reminds me of now
when I see the rainbow
I cut when I see red
I let you bruised my heart so my heart is purple
When I see orange I feel hatred
I think green and I want to puke on you
I see blue and start to cry
I see yellow and think about you
So I restart with red over and over again

poem by Baybay Tucker
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God's Colors

Earth wouldn't be as beautiful
if all God's flowers were blue.
If rainbows were only yellow
that would be a sad thing too.

Suppose the ocean and the sky
were just the color white.
And everyone on Earth wore black.
Wouldn't that be a sight?

God made the beautiful flowers
many colors, not just blue.
And He colored all his children
different colors too.

Whether we are white or black,
or as green as peas in a pod,
all of us are beautiful
in the sight of God.

poem by Ron Tranmer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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