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Crimson Hues

When the sky is awash with a crimson hues
at twilight time
it’s suppose to mean there is a fair day ahead.
When the sky is awash with a crimson hues
at the dawn rise
it’s suppose to mean there is a stormy day ahead.
Does that only relate to the weather
or does it mean our lives to,
we can only wait and see
the next time there is a crimson hues.

8 November 2009

poem by David Harris
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Crimson Insane

Crimson Love,
who can this be,
Not I,
not you,
nor anybody,

look to crimson so enviously,
smile and grin,
look what you could have been,
Look at crimson now
what do you see?

Falling apart,
a crimson mind shackled yet free,
I'm losing it..... realities touch,
I'm going insane, this life is to much,
Forget all this... but memories remain,
I laugh at the humor, that is crimson insane.

poem by Crimson Love
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Melodies Of Sunset

I feel the gentle breeze
caress my cheeks
as we walk along the sand
near the closing of the day.
The sun sets the sky ablaze
with its crimson hues
while the hiss of incoming waves
plays melodies
as we amble along.
We stop for a few moments
to kiss and hug,
then amble on our way
with the melodies of sunset
playing in our ears.

8 August 2009

poem by David Harris
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Reunion Of Blood (Acrostic)

Resurrect this corpse with the shade of dying Crimson
Enter each dropp at the will of my own forsaken hand
Undo nothing for blood shall reunite us two
Nothing stands in the way of what Crimson wants
Indefinite screams I hear from the grave, Beckon me
Onto the bloody alter
Never shall this crimson vein close.

Often I shall reminisce on my sacrificial love,
For you my dear, hold what simple Crimson cannot.

Bathe in my words My veins unwillingly leak,
Let all of me course within your body
Ounce by ounce our blood collides
Often messy, watch this bloody tide,
Death shall visit one last time, to join in this reunion of Blood.

poem by Crimson Love
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Crimson Tide

I wake up in the morning
I see the bright sunshine
O Lord, let be so good
A day to reckon with
I wish the day would speed by
To be with you
O Crimson Tide

O Crimson Tide
I need you my Lady
Come on Crimson Tide
I need you my sweet Lady

Here comes the sunset
Here comes my own sunshine
O Lord let be so good
My day I've reckoned with
I wish the night would slow down
Never to leave you
O Crimson Tide

O Crimson Tide
I need you my Lady
Come on Crimson Tide
I need you my sweet Lady

poem by Kolabomi Adeko
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A Fisherman

The sunset hues
colour the sky red
at evening tide
predicting fair weather
for the day ahead.
No storm clouds
to follow me
as I set my sails
on my great fishing boat
for my journey out to sea
with sun and fair winds
to follow me.
A fisherman is my life
with the sail and sea my home.

Free to do what I do best
fish the bounty of the sea.
At dusk, I rest
and wait for the morning fair.
A fisherman is my life,
something I’ll always be
until the day comes along
to visit Davy Jones locker,
but until then I’ll roam free
wherever the fair wind takes me.
No landlover me
as the sea is my home
and where I always want to be,
watching whales and dolphins play
and the gulls for company.

17 February 2011

poem by David Harris
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Celestial Painting (Sunset at Renvyle)

When painters leave this world, we grieve
For the hand that will work no more,
But who can say that they rest alway
On that still celestial shore?
No! No! they choose from the rainbow hues,
And winging from Paradise,
They come to paint, now bold now faint,
The tones of our sunset skies.
When I see them there I can almost swear
That grey is from Whistler's brain!
That crimson flush was Turner's brush!
And the gold is Claude Lorraine.

poem by William Percy French
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In This Tacit Realm of Crimson Sky

In this tacit realm of crimson sky
where the winds inebriate with
a cloyed saturnalia adrift your breaths
I wallowed, wearing my shoes like
a silent stone skipping a pond
and every step, and every ripple
I shatter unbeknownst of the things
that abjures my puppet strings
in this tacit realm of crimson sky

In this tacit realm of crimson sky
the winter would remain sly
tethered to its autumn boudoir
so I muse upon the field of stones
and graves of flightless flesh
amongst its stellar descries
and whilst you blossom without me
I gorge myself in the saccharine cries
in this tacit real of crimson sky

In this tacit realm of crimson sky
I nurtured my brittle spine
and waxed my shy lacquer
rooted in the epistemological reasons
of the irrational aberrations of the heart
and now the vermillion palette devours
the vertical line raising you horizons -
what had become to my home
in this tacit realm of crimson sky?

poem by Norman Santos
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Just a Patch

Just a patch
of crimson and gold
Reminds me of
the impending cold
Days of fair weather
come to an end
The time of ingathering
to attend

poem by Theresa Quinn
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Grateful

Grateful am I to rise with this new day

To see once more the butterflies arrayed

In majestic luminous hues.

To gaze the crimson sky

as the wind blows delicately by

Dancing trees give glory to this day.

How grateful am I to feel the morning grass

and shiver to its soft due chill.

Grateful, to grace all reflection hidden - still

in the mirror-glass stream

then be at rest to wander

in a forrest of dreams.

The world outside these are distant

as a procession of heavenly stars

But pleasures do abound in natures wings

just to spare a thought

There is life in abundance for all.

poem by Godfrey Morris
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Partners In Crime

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Even though we aint no brothers
We follow the spiritual light
Its thicker than blood
And harder than stone
We overcome stormy waters
Climb up the mountain so high
The day will come
When we bring it home
Were on some kind of a mission
For what we believe in our hearts
Were reaching out for our visions
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
We ride the thunder, the lightning
To find the key to our faith
We keep searching for
The peace of mind (yeah)
He walked the road of a warrior
Stand up and do what it takes
cause these things life
Aint worth a dime
Out in a world of confusion
Searching for light in the dark
We turn the wheel of illusion
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
We hold on to what money cant buy
cause friends will be friends
Till the day that we die
We go on until the end of time
Once youre in
You just cant get away
Even though we aint no brothers
We follow the spiritual light
Its thicker than blood
And harder than stone
We overcome stormy waters
Climb up the mountain so high
The day will come
When we bring it home
Were on some kind of a mission
For what we believe in our hearts
Were reaching out for our visions
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
Partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
....

song performed by by Scorpions
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A Christmas Wish

November rain shrouding the light,
Somewhere the sun will set, a crimson red,
Not here, not today,
Feeling festive, feeling silly,
Weeks away yet and not a angel in sight,
I need the sun likes a flower needs water to survive,
I need to watch the distant glow of the teary beacon as it disappears behind the rooftops,
I need to believe, I need to look forward,
Christmas, a time for fun, frolics an
d festive folly,
Is also a time to reflect on those less fortunate and those who have sadly departed,
Reflecting on the events and people that have shaped our destinies,
Gives us the reason to carry on,
Christmas is a time of hope and a time to give to those in need, we can all spare a little piece of our hearts,
The sun will set somewhere on Christmas Day, and I will embrace it in my minds eye!
The crimson hue will light the way for us all

poem by Simon Thorpe
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As Things Awake

The crimson hues of morning call,
its fingers touch some but not all.
The golden orb on the horizon wake
intensifies the morning skies.
We watch in wonder
at the beauty of a dawning day.
Soon the quiet of early morn
will be shattered as things awake.
Enjoy the moments of tranquillity
as from the eastern horizon
the morning does wake.

poem by David Harris
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O Lady, Leave Thy Silken Thread

O Lady, leave thy silken thread
And flowery tapestrie:
There's living roses on the bush,
And blossoms on the tree;
Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand
Some random bud will meet;
Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find
The daisy at thy feet.
'Tis like the birthday of the world,
When earth was born in bloom;
The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume;
There's crimson buds, and white and blue—
The very rainbow showers
Have turn'd to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers.
There's fairy tulips in the east,
The garden of the sun;
The very streams reflect the hues,
And blossom as they run:
While Morn opes like a crimson rose,
Still wet with pearly showers;
Then, lady, leave the silken thread
Thou twinest into flowers!

poem by Thomas Hood
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A Fresh Flower Blue

It's a fresh flower blue.
I wrap it in a sheet.
I love its scent, it's hues.

It sips the mist, the dew
and leaves an odor, treat
It's a fresh flower blue.

Its pets, the bees and crew
they meet, they greet, they eat.
I love its scent, its hues.

From dawn to dusk they woo
and bask in rain or heat.
It's a fresh flower blue.

There's a flower for you
There's one for me. A treat!
I love its scent, its hues.

The day I say adieu
I send you one so sweet.
It's a fresh flower blue
I love its scent, its hue.

poem by Agatha Lai
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Unworthy Light

The aphotic Depths of this Crimson body,
hold no essence deemed illumination,
Shadow upon shadow fight within this bloody body,
At a loss for such brightness, at a loss for such humanity,
I've been consumed by my demons,
Every granule of light fades as it decends,
falling into the blank slate, that is Crimson.

poem by Crimson Love
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Still Life In Oils-De Jour

You painted a most exquisite picture
...Brush stroked her canvas delicately
With feathered brush-a touch
...Tinting with royal hues-
And crimson red coloured views...
'Tis a still life of a woman in degrees...
...A breath-taking piece of divinity...
A true masterpiece of elegance...
...Your virgin work of art...
Captured by your most artistic keen eye
...Creme De la Creme Ala Carte...

poem by Theodora Onken
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Upon the Arid Lakes

Someplace
A field of flowers
Rousing under remnants of the dawn:
Out there! from death, I rose
Above the silent many –
A distant will-o'-the-wisp
Reflecting under airs of minor ninths –
How rich the ambience they threw!

What theme of prosody
Had rendered me? –
Tho’ silent were its words:
A broken soul in pulsing pain –
Thou mustn’t guess what goes behind
The sick and ghostly screen of war!

In sallow-grey and other ashen hues,
Disrobed of warming flesh
That reassures the bones,
A twisted pose
Portrayed my physicality –
Not unlike the carcass of a prey;

But as a cloud of thought, I mused,
Exacerbating woes
Collected in a life dispatched
In freely flowing blood,
Conferring crimson shades
Upon the arid lakes aflood
With glorious tides of nascent buds
Begetting innocence.

And as we glowed in ruddy shades,
I asked: ‘What future lies ahead?
What terror trades? ’

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Rainbow

She's not the end of my rainbow
she's its beginning-
I am blinded by her colors-

her red, crimson, blood-red lips
which promise fire and burn
into me with the furious fury of red river flows
she gives in her passion eddies.

Her cheeks glow with that same tint
and floating high her aureola gleams
above violet eyes which stream
out and into deep my soul-
where our Rainbow Yellow lives.

Joy is surely the color yellow;
we are joined-participled,
framed by her tresses of similar hue.

Her orange is mellow light
and plunges down her dappled nape
to her nipples making them
orange-erect and wanting.

Her body blood at center now
is violet and indigo;
blood flow now beneath her skin
glows with these;
two hues blending to announce
the purple promises she makes
with her body-scape
arched high
rainbow-shaped
making our colors blend;
and now the semi-circle is reversed
to allow me into her deeper hues.

Outside the trees display green;
inside our rainbows sing
announcing
yet another new beginning.

I catch me then a rainbow each day,
marvel at it
lying in my bed
translucent.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Creations of Sunsets In Autumn

Have y'u ever watched th' pour of an Autumn Sunset
into th' netherscape of a western skies body of water,
and if so, did y'u see it.......capture it in your eye-shot

gold over dusk transforming to crimson, as hues bled
in variable nuance, 'til afternoons Sun empties its last
breath, by th' even'tide breeze of th' crisp Autumn air.

I have, an' the experience was resplendent as spotlight
on sea-glass, re-enforcing potentate of science, nature-
and all they created: After God finished creating them.

poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Big World

(jack hues)
You woke me from my sleep we quietly crept
Outside
This memory Ill keep of bitter crimson
Winter sunrise lost in the icy silence
Our warm breath fading in the air
Im not sure why I tell you still less what I mean
Its like a dream and maybe theres no cause
But in the end its
What you can give to someone
How you can help to set them free
Chorus:
Big world is turning as we dream tonight
Big world weve got so out of tune with you
Now we have to put it right
Big world help us through
Get us through the night
This world is wounded now and we inflict
The pain
We have to change our lives and think again
cause in the end its
All that were sure were made of
All that we know to set us free
Repeat chorus
Keep on rolling through the night
cause the big world is never gonna let you down
If we learn to treat her right
Then the big world is never gonna let us down

song performed by by Wang Chung
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