The Color of Absence
A prism
Of diverse colors
Intertwined
In mixed emotions
Released
In light, a burst of magic
In darkness
Shades become lethargic
Absence
Opens white and blue
Magenta, red, and green
Blended
Feelings left unseen
In sadness lost
Dissolved in hues.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 6,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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the gods agree
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feed on each other,
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Blue is the color of tranquility
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A picture of colors
A purple forest of colors
A balloon of colors
A blue fantasy of colors
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A white world of colors
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An orange bowl of colors
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books
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sorting through their
colors
red, blue, green, yellow.
Today..!
Once again I sit sorting
our colors
now I sit alone thinking
of you
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only our colors remain.
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Come after the flames
Illuminate bliss in every eyes
Once it comes, lift life high
Darkness cant even deny
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And truth don't lie
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Spectrum blended into shines for light shading life
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In Our Black And White World...
in our black and
white world
play me a song
of the rainbow
strum me your
guitar
and let me live
on multicolored
notes
i too shall sing
the colors of
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shall paint
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with the shades
of our hopes
pastel blue
light green
bright red
shining gold.
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The Grey Areas: Revised
they think and teach you
that black is black and white is white
that either you are moral or immoral
that either you leave or stay
that either you die or live
that there are only choices of
either/or
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do not do that
do only this and that
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like the patches of red, and orange and blue and pink
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than black and white?
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In truth, i am just myself.
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he lets me in his house
he gives me some drinks and he begins to tell me
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on blue green seaweeds under a deep blue sea
he chooses the shapes that fit
mostly spherical and embossed
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busts of great men that he adores
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he adores the gentleness of the wind
exquisitely plucked from a dawning breeze
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he asks me to leave
it is a matter of simply having me in
for a showroom
a lecture on what is beautiful
how i wish to be back in that house again
green and white and shades of these two colors
but it is over
and the house has since been flown to the sky
and its doors and windows closed
and the door bell
had since been concealed with a thick wall
and the gate is locked with steel bars
well, for wherever he is
and whether his house was real or not
let me say, (and that i really forgot)
thank you sir
tomorrow, i will build a house of my own
but it will not be green and white
i will choose the pastel orange side of things like the sunset of my life
and some reds and pinks for the love of my life
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Who knows how do we feel
We are the art lovers we breath feelings
Our strength is the love of the humanity
Our most valuable possession are our emotions
The honesty of the feelings are our wealth
We pour down our feelings upon white papers
We try to draw down our aches.others pain with colors of our emotions
An expression of a happiness or a love and the most the time about others broken smile
Because we are the most people who really care for others pain
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that black is black and white is white
that either you are moral or immoral
that either you leave or stay
that either you die or leave
that there are only choices of either/or
they tell you do not do this
do not do that
they prohibit you and tell you
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as though they are gods
and you are the dogs
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asked me to go near him
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in there everything is allowed.
the grey areas. the exceptions. the exemptions.
try them. they are all exciting. like the colors of the rainbow
like the patches of red, and orange and blue and pink
you see, who is telling you that there are no other colors
than black and white?
i am neither good nor bad. In truth, i am just myself.
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as you learned what darkness is
in the middle of your grief
and lament
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from the holes of your walls
and you find warmth and colors
pink, and red, and green and blue
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and you look out to another world
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you find
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you find a trail
inviting you for a walk
you feel the cool air
wishing you to breathe
you see a world before you
arms ready to embrace
hands always waiting for you to be caressed
it does not take much to open an eyelid
to wake up and then try this walk of life.
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The Fading Of The Day
God in his usual strokes
splashing the colors
from indigo to magenta
to light blue to saffron
paints another day in the
lifetime of
the black canvass of our lives.
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The Color of Life (a written picture)
Blue spruce
- in a green garden
Black bird
- above a yellow field
Brown hawk
- against a red canyon
White cloud
- within a blue sky
Purple silouette
- leaning upon an orange dusk
All the colors
of the earth
And all the colors
of those that live therein
Are all the colors
of all of Life.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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How Many Shades Of Green
HOW MANY SHADES OF GREEN
How many shades of green
Olive green
Dark green
Light green
Yellow green
How many shades of yellow
Deep yellow
Rose yellow
Sun yellow
Morning light yellow
How many shades of light
How much light
How much Beauty in the world
How much Light-
How much- God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Soft On My Eyes
Pastel colors, soft and pale
muted for my sight
express a feeling of tranquilness
and so it is I write
of baby blankets,
soft and light.
And pale pink roses
that carress my eyes
and colorful sunsets
in the skies.
Of robin's eggs
in shades of blue
and aqua waters
in a tropical view.
Of soapy bubbles
that burst in air,
leaving their colors
floating somewhere.
Of springtime lilacs
that start out dark
then lighten slowly
to leave a mark
on my memory forever
so pale and sweet,
erasing the intensity of
the colors of heat.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Blind Leading The Blind
Blind leading the blind
I tried to explain colors to a person who could not see
But I found it was too hard for me.
Then a thought came into my mind
To put their feelings into color and rhyme.
The first question I asked is:
WHAT DO YOU FEEL ABOUT “LOVE”?
“I feel like I’m flying high above the sky”
Then I will call that GREEN
For high above the earth, that color is seen.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT
WHEN YOU’RE FEELING “DOWN”?
It’s when I have no one to talk to and no one around.
Then I will call that BROWN.
WHAT ABOUT “SADNESS”?
That is when I lost something that cannot be replaced.
Then I will call that “GREY” for that
Is something which in your heart will stay.
WHAT ABOUT “LAUGHTER”?
That is when my stomach shakes like Jell-O.
Then I will call that emotion “YELLOW”
Then the final question I must ask
WHAT ABOUT GOD?
That is when I am lifted high above
All that I think and feel.
Since GOD is pure, I will call it white
Because he puts your heart and soul into flight.
“ we have enough colors for different emotions
Just like the raindrops that fall into the ocean.
Now the colors no longer have a barrier, because now
It has an emotional carrier.
Emotions and colors go hand in hand, just like the joining
In a wedding band.
poem by Louis Rams
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Magic of the mind...21. Prism
Prism -
Breaks a single thought
White Light – Inner Reflection
Into a myriad shades
In between a rainbow’s hues
Poetry!
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Irises, a painting by Vincent van Gogh (Ekphrastic Poetry)
There is an explosion of green life in the light,
This life extrapolates all its emerald green.
This life needs its eternity to be as tight
And as deep as an icy queen needs her own sheen.
And all the colors of the rainbow may be seen
In different amounts to the different shades.
Blue iris is placed in a complex world of green.
Into the flowers’ bed, these flowers are like spades.
They need to reassure, as Pantone may suggest,
This world of mystery, which no longer excites.
With pale neutral yellow tongs, they're in great request,
With neutral yellow thoughts, they please the Queen of White.
Alongside darker colors, neutral things sustain
The balance of thoughts serving as background to pray.
The warm cadmium yellow may exigently drain
The bad spirits and irises keep them away.
Van Gogh used such a small amount of indigo,
While this indigo conveys truthfulness and trust,
But his emerald green was like a piccolo,
And through this emerald his world was readjust.
Using the bright head against the rich blue background,
Van Gogh sent messages writing with his colors.
In ochre's religious fight, he lost his ear's sound
To purify this world, where the thought discolors.
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