Springs Solar Solace!
Knolls and Hillocks rolling out...
royal carriages of robust
opulent green...
Carpet of lush verdant
velvet sprawling out
far as the eye can see!
Redolent waves of wild ginger mint green seas...
Swardy, emerald crown of wind blown beech trees...
Springs solar solace!
Effulgent sun-struck foliage!
Au naturale perfumes!
Alacrity in the air!
Phantom tundra
thundering silently overhead
great grey ivory glaciers
floating through the arctic azure sky
Frothy cascade of cumulo-cotton
blanketing halcyon-blue horizon
Saffron sun
a trillion regal moths
eternal burning
net of infinite auburn
Passerine trilling
tree livered vireos...
…jovial melodies
mellifluous maestro's
choir of frenetic merry makers
Yellow breasted larks
skyward souls burgeoning
Spiraling tendrils of wisteria
wild clusters of pretty purple
amethyst and Byzantine
opening into
unbound state
of pure gentle strength!
Droplets of dawn exploding
sky piercing petals
new day
solar patrimony
fiery holomelinas
orange fringe orchids
stemmed to the earth by
the sprouting seeds
of seasonal rebirth
Bare skin sensation
sun ray flirtation
handless caress
warm welkin
blows welcome
kisses
Barefooted
whithersoever
released to the
whims of the zephyr
windward wafting
saunter and skip!
Frolicking amid
nature's florid inflorescence
playing chase with
string colored squirrels
'round the pink Persian rose
magnolia tree
Free spirited, natural breeze,
atop the grass,
seeking neither to translate
nor articulate
that which is
apparent
...above and all around
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The Garden
Wading past the threshold...
I step outside
to rejoin the earth...
make up for lost time....
...Knolls and Hillocks rolling out...
royal carriages of robust... opulent green...
...Carpet of lush verdant velvet sprawling
...far as the eye can see!
Phantom tundra thundering silently overhead...
great grey ivory glaciers floating through the arctic azure sky!
Frothy cascade of cumulo-cotton blanketing halcyon-blue horizon!
Engulfed by the floral bounty,
I feel a shift at the core of my being!
Aplomb! ... Agog! ...gadding about,
I traipse along the cobble stone.
O the informal pathway!
In its jagged unvarnished Perfection -
I see for the first, all likenesses:
Personalities Stories Characteristics of woman, of man
etched on the face of the hardened surface.
Unwonted! Unworldly! Vernal Fertility!
Springs solar solace!
Alacrity in the air!
Au naturale perfumes!
Effulgent sun-struck foliage!
In our garden...
...Enraptured...Carefree...
the garden
we sowed mended groomed
our hands our trowel our sweat
our toil our care
This garden
once flourished under
the tender bloom of our affection;
brought up, raised in perfect affinity...
Every petal Every sapling Every node
Every mottled panicle...
still possessing a fragmented
piece of your jeweled essence...
Poppies shine like day-glow rubies!
Violet irises possessing ingenious depth!
Morning glories Blue as Neptune's aura!
O! the unadulterated Gardenias & Calla Lilies -
- as soft and heavenly as the dove's wings!
...Spiraling tendrils of wisteria, wild clusters of pretty purple,
expanding skyward...opening into an unbound state of pure gentle awareness!
Pure polychromatic panacea!
Alleviation for the spirit!
Dots of pure color coalesce
in the pallid indigo of dawn.
- The surrounding landscape - an impressionist painting
reminding me of you... ... But alas...
I turn to my side and
you are absent,
yet still,
my senses are enthralled by your essence,
which lingers on
and
will always linger on...
I smell your perfumed fragrance wafting
in every direction.
Every Leaf
Branch Vine Root Pistil
stills carries with it
the remnants of our nourishment.
the Nourishment We gained from,
and spread over,
and shared with
the tender maternal terrain of the earth.
O! the innocent tempting of the Apple Blossoms,
couplings of Pink and White
gaily singing the carols of
Fertility & Romance...
O! the colonnade of Birch Trees,
their stable growth,
which allowed us to ignite our hearts as
we initiated ourselves into
the ever burning hearth.
From the distance,
the Deer approach me
offering sorrowful alms,
Daisies shield their longing eyes,
with a coaxing breeze they invite me to join them
on their noble indefatigable trek
across the tranquil, lush meadows of
Eternal Green...Swardy Redolent
waves of wild ginger seas
...in search of an ancient
submerged firmament, hidden
beneath the channeling waters
of some buoyantly dispositioned brook, or
gently whispering stream,
wise but with very little to say, only
a timeless melody to sing on …
and to
carry on...
for some immeasurable amount of time.
I stride, Barefooted, whither-soever,
releasing myself to the whims of the zephyr...
Gaia caressing the bottoms of my feet,
with her dew drops and tickling blades of grass.
My spirit guiding my mind through
the labyrinth of scorned love
bitterness longing passion and tears
the labyrinth we constructed in our own backyard
the Sun … spreads..... her warming tendrils …. …. out.... across.... the....: : : : : : : : : : : horizon: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
the bestowal of her beauty
feels but a mere consolation
as I turn and
still you are absent.
Yet I can't help but
sense your presence in every direction.
At this very moment
I look up
and see the Peregrine Falcon
over head
in pursuit
of some greatly desired
indistinct object,
fetal, and far, far, below it.
As it swoops down in shameless display of
superiority victory and success
I am reminded of you and why you are absent...
I continue on in stride.
undisturbed by our follies
nature proceeds its
coarse.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Nature's Bare Daughter
Eolian Amaranth, ethereal flower,
undying beauty born of eternal wind,
Flora's s precious seed,
The warm spirited zephyr made tender, turbulent love
to the fallen foliage atop the river's emollient sheets,
in a bed of pure spontaneity and sunlight you were conceived,
delivered to earth in a cloud burst of passion and nobility.
You are the bare daughter of existence,
Nature's rightful heiress.
Raindrops crystalized to give solid form to those
nonpareil flakes of snow reflected in your fingers and toes.
Lightning struck the dead, scattered leaves, and from the
ensuing flames they were granted new life, reborn, spun
by the phoenix into the autumnal locks of your brush-fire hair.
The contour of your ripened mouth was measured and marked
with the soft, summer blood of the cherry tree.
Your lips, those plump clusters of plenteous kisses,
came delivered by way of the vineyard.
The hazel tree donated the seeds and shade that
were to become your earth-tone eyes.
And burnished with the rarest of essential oils,
from Venus's mother-of-pearl womb,
your glittering body of silver and rose-quartz emerged.
Queen of infinite waters, on a throne of mineral and foam!
Empress of ever-extending sky, naked, in the sheer robes
of ultra-violet and cumulo-cotton!
Goddess of enduring gardens, a diadem of emerald leaves
and opulent red corolla, at birth, was placed upon your head!
Always, upon your arrival, a rapturously weeping dawn
lays out a carpet of freshly minted dew upon the land,
Forest Nymphs wash the dirt from your bare-feet, and
sweat from your tired brow with fountains of virginal rosewater.
Fairies masquerade as butterflies and banner the over head
azure with silk knit rainbows.
Song birds, the world over, can be heard unveiling newly
composed symphonies,
Far and wide tables are set,
replete with convivial feasts,
and all the world, at once,
my queen, becomes a coronation in your honor.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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How to make your wishes come true
She liked white and had not said a word yet
On her tenth birthday
she stood on the red steps
of the red opera house
-the red opera house on the north side of Sydney Harbour
almost opposite the white opera house
She scattered orange petals, yellow petals, green leaves and spoke
in a light blue voice
A bird of navy blue pink and gold feathers stood by her. Was this the grateful bird? Purple gold and white danced
She said
white stillness, pure gold, purple wonder, gold strength, pink joy, pink infinity, navy blue now, strong indigo blue, light blue fountain, the green first reason, compassionate orange, endless yellow,
royal red, single red, free orange, free yellow, green depth as clear as crystal, all attractive light blue, strong indigo blue, strong navy blue, pink wishes, gold compassion, compassionate purple,
gold of golds, of creativity, white of whites, gold truth, purple mentor, funny gold, pink friend of children, navy blue of nature,
indigo blue knowledge, light blue song of nature, green creation, yellow in senses, orange guide, red way, red inspirer, orange giver, yellow help, dazzling green, light blue of the delicate, with indigo blue eyes, navy blue good, with pink kind eyes, golden hair, golden complexion, purple complexion, gold warmth, of white space, white and gold love, of all purple knowledge, gold presence, pink in thunder and storms, navy blue pleasure, indigo blue beauty,
light blue lines, all attractive green, of yellow stirring music, of orange, red refuge, clear red, orange orange, yellow yellow, with green giving hands, of green, light blue truth, indigo blue essence, navy blue sparkle, pink with gold, purple guide, gold here, here white, white is the sun with penetrating vision, purple and golden constant winner, gold reach, of all pink, infinite navy blue, indigo blue knowledge, light blue care, deep green in greens, orange truth, dedicated to yellow, red peace, red glory, orange beauty, yellow, of green and light blue evenings, handsome indigo blue, intelligent navy blue, pink of pinks, of gold golds, purple purple, gold friend,
openness, formless white and gold, prevailing purple, efficient purple, purple origin, purple form, gold and permanent pink, navy blue belief, indigo blue blue, dense green, orange, yellow, red friend, red
and fell silent
Are the colours telling us that reciting the girl's words could make all our wishes come true? What else do red orange yellow green light blue indigo blue navy blue pink gold purple gold white know?
Today is a Monday
poem by Bhupen Thakker
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Colors Passing Through Us
Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.
Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.
Red as henna, as cinnamon,
as coals after the fire is banked,
the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor
their weight bending the wood
the red of the syrup I make from petals.
Orange as the perfumed fruit
hanging their globes on the glossy tree,
orange as pumpkins in the field,
orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs
who come to eat it, orange as my
cat running lithe through the high grass.
Yellow as a goat's wise and wicked eyes,
yellow as a hill of daffodils,
yellow as dandelions by the highway,
yellow as butter and egg yolks,
yellow as a school bus stopping you,
yellow as a slicker in a downpour.
Here is my bouquet, here is a sing
song of all the things you make
me think of, here is oblique
praise for the height and depth
of you and the width too.
Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.
Green as mint jelly, green
as a frog on a lily pad twanging,
the green of cos lettuce upright
about to bolt into opulent towers,
green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear
glass, green as wine bottles.
Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums,
bachelors' buttons. Blue as Roquefort,
blue as Saga. Blue as still water.
Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat.
Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.
Cobalt as the midnight sky
when day has gone without a trace
and we lie in each other's arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
poem by Marge Piercy
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New Light New Colour
An old man
welcomes
his four day old
grandson
white stillness pure gold purple wonder gold strength pink joy
pink infinity navy blue now strong indigo blue light blue fountain
the green first reason endless yellow compassionate orange
royal red
single red free orange free yellow
green depth as clear as crystal all attractive light blue
strong indigo blue strong navy blue pink wishes gold compassion
compassionate purple gold of golds of creativity
who is quiet
and naturally very small and delicate
red inspirer orange giver yellow help dazzling green
light blue of the delicate with indigo blue eyes navy blue good
with pink kind eyes golden hair
golden complexion purple complexion
gold warmth of white space
white of whites
gold truth purple mentor funny gold pink friend of children
navy blue of nature indigo blue knowledge light blue song of nature
green creation yellow in senses orange guide red way
white and gold love
of all purple knowledge gold presence pink in thunder and storms
navy blue pleasure indigo blue beauty light blue lines
all attractive green of yellow stirring music of orange red refuge
clear red orange orange yellow yellow with green giving hands
of green light blue truth indigo blue essence navy blue sparkle
pink with gold purple guide gold here here white
His feet are curled
His fingers as small as tiny magic wands
His eyes large
Some skin is peeling off his small face
Everything is perfectly formed
white
is the sun with penetrating vision purple and golden constant winner
gold reach of all pink infinite navy blue indigo blue knowledge
light blue care
deep green in greens dedicated to yellow
orange truth
red peace
This perfect body was in his mother only a week ago
thinks the old man
He places his hand on the boys stomach
red glory orange beauty yellow
of green and light blue evenings handsome indigo blue
intelligent navy blue pink of pinks of gold golds purple purple
gold friend openness formless
white and gold
prevailing purple efficient purple purple origin purple form
gold and permanent pink navy blue belief indigo blue blue
dense green yellow orange red friend red
The boy almost gasps at this touch
He yawns
His eyes remain anxiously focused on the window
eager to understand the Australian light
poem by Bhupen Thakker
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My Drug Dealer
Today-
I asked myself.
Why are the oak tree’s purple?
And the grass blue?
Why is the sky green?
And the leaves hot pink?
Why is that gravel red?
And the rocks of that garden yellow?
Then I thought
and thought over again
a million times
and realized...
I’m high.
I’m up higher than the orange clouds in the green sky
My heart is as bright as the rocks of that garden
My thoughts are as eccentric as the hot pink color of the leaves
that fell from the purple tree
My eyelashes flutter flirtatiously like the way the wind
blows the blue blades of grass around.
Love is a drug,
and I’m high-
You happen to be my dealer.
poem by Breanna Schwartz
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The Wild Hills
Fly me across the wild hills in autumn,
With soft amber shades, brown, russet and brick,
Peach, copper and bronze all blending together,
A carpet of sadness, in this sight so tragic.
Fly me across the wild hills in winter,
With amethyst shades, puce, purple and grey,
Blue, ebony and pewter, all fusing together,
A carpet of starkness, in this scene of decay.
Fly me across the wild hills in springtime,
With pale emerald shades, sage, olive and lime,
White, yellow and silver, all mingling together,
A carpet of lushness, in this new view sublime.
Fly me across the wild hills in summer,
With magenta bright shades, pink, dark mauve and red,
Lemon, orange and gold all in harmony together,
A carpet of richness, in this panorama spread.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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New Krishna
white stillness pure gold purple wonder gold strength pink joy
pink infinity navy blue now strong indigo blue light blue fountain
the green first reason endless yellow compassionate orange
royal red
single red free orange free yellow
green depth as clear as crystal all attractive light blue
strong indigo blue strong navy blue pink wishes gold compassion
compassionate purple gold of golds of creativity
she maybe dying
she is thirty one
white weeps white seeps into golden
memories of purple
lectures
navy blue pink gold
parties, poetry evenings and art
openings
with indigo blue
music
and beautfully spoken light blue
words
to green acts
of courage
to green acts of love
yellow self improvement classes
orange sex sessions and marriages
and to memories of
red plush homes
red inspirer orange giver yellow help dazzling green
light blue of the delicate with indigo blue eyes navy blue good
with pink kind eyes golden hair
golden complexion purple complexion
gold warmth of white space
a sixty year old man with a beautiful four year old boy
enter the room
“look in my mouth, look in my mouth, look in my mouth”
white of whites
gold truth purple mentor funny gold pink friend of children
navy blue of nature indigo blue knowledge light blue song of nature
green creation yellow in senses orange guide red way
the man says
royal red
the boy sits on the ground
endless orange
the boy touches the woman
compassionate yellow
the boy picks up a toy
the first green reason
the boy smiles
light blue fountain
the boy continues
to shout
“look in my mouth, look in my mouth, look look look in my mouth”
navy blue now
the boy touches the woman’s head
infinite pink
the boy touches the woman’s forehead
gold purple gold white stillness the boy touches the woman’s eyes
white and gold love
of all purple knowledge gold presence pink in thunder and storms
navy blue pleasure indigo blue beauty light blue lines
all attractive green of yellow stirring music of orange red refuge
clear red orange orange yellow yellow with green giving hands
of green light blue truth indigo blue essence navy blue sparkle
pink with gold purple guide gold here here white
the boys opens his mouth
the woman looks in
and sees
blue seas, blue rivers,
the round blue world, the sun, the moon, the stars, the universe, a rainbow
a crackling white fire erupts and enters
the woman’s red spine
orange groin
yellow stomach
green heart
lightblue throat
indigo blue ears
navy blue pink gold eyes
purple forehead
golden head
the woman smiles a white smile
white
is the sun with penetrating vision purple and golden constant winner
gold reach of all pink infinite navy blue indigo blue knowledge
light blue care deep green in greens dedicated to yellow orange truth
red peace
the boy dances
red glory orange beauty yellow
of green and light blue evenings handsome indigo blue
intelligent navy blue pink of pinks of gold golds purple purple
gold friend openness formless
white and gold
prevailing purple efficient purple purple origin purple form
gold and permanent pink navy blue belief indigo blue blue
dense green yellow orange red friend red
The man dances
red flame lilies
orange wreath bush peas
yellow glory peas
green basil, fenugreek, parsley, corriander, mint
light blue dotted sun orchids
indigo blue scurvy weed
navy blue podoporus spinulosus
pink wax flowers
gold sand patches raked in Japanese style
silky purple flags
more gold patches raked in Japanese style
white smoke bushes
The boys asks the woman for three wishes
The woman smiles and whispers
“Look in my mouth, look in my mouth look look look in my mouth.”
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musical version 12 minutes at http: //www.jukeboxalive.com/music_listen_2475671.html
poem by Bhupen Thakker
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Primrose
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
It is not a color.
It is summer!
It is the wind on a willow,
the lap of waves, the shadow
under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
three herons, a dead hawk
rotting on a pole--
Clear yellow!
It is a piece of blue paper
in the grass or a threecluster of
green walnuts swaying, children
playing croquet or one boy
fishing, a man
swinging his pink fists
as he walks--
It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots
in the ditch, moss under
the flange of the carrail, the
wavy lines in split rock, a
great oaktree--
It is a disinclination to be
five red petals or a rose, it is
a cluster of birdsbreast flowers
on a red stem six feet high,
four open yellow petals
above sepals curled
backward into reverse spikes--
Tufts of purple grass spot the
green meadow and clouds the sky.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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So Many Colours
Rainbows on my windowpanes,
Each one a different scene;
Pink, purple, yellow, green sheep;
Red, orange, indigo, clouds;
Can you see?
Rainbows on my windowpanes,
Each one a different scene;
Pink, purple, yellow, green aliens
Atop red, orange, indigo trees;
Can you see?
Rainbows on my windowpanes,
Each one a different scene;
Pink, purple, yellow, green everything,
Red, orange, indigo too;
Oh mommy daddy can't you see?
Why does everything have to be blue?
poem by Dream Land
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Everything is going to be wet
Every day rain falls down
from the overcast grey sky
and lightning bolts
flash blue white
like the fingers
of the gods
caressing the earth
while the leaves of autumn
cover every tree
in auburn, yellow and brown.
Green leaves on the stems
of big pink hollyhocks
here and there
dip up and down
when hit by drops of rain
as if suddenly coming alive
and it’s going to be
a wet winter
and probably
not all that chilly
with rain falling
out of season.
The grass is green
and everything but trees
are growing
as if it’s still spring.
and flowers bloom
on geraniums, roses, hollyhocks,
lilies, irises and petunias
in colours ranging
from white, orange, yellow,
violet to red and blue
and without covering
everything is going
to be wet.
poem by Gert Strydom
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January Spring!
Light slate cloud cover
swimming pale
aqua-gray pastel
Ice berg roses of
cumulo-ivory bloom
White smoke
billowing beyond
wild bondi blue yonder
Connubial garden
chaste treasures of
perennial poesy
pretty trumpets
cerise pink peepers
sounding the young bride's
kismet bliss of
universal union...
double delights
splashes of carmine
and creamy white
sunsprite nimbus
haloing the velvet
summer rose of Tuscany
laved in warming
rayonnant compress blankets
zephyr swirling like a country pot
of soothing home style broth
slumbering white pine rootlets
cling to earth embedded dreams
rousant grouses
flutter wings
kicking up
elevated particles
of dirt and dust
Ruddy passions
burgundy bronze
clusters of playboys
perennial party girls
Oh young the bright faced beauties!
Fire dancers warble
skyward cortege
crescendos
melt water freshets
carrying the green resonance
of the Rakashi hornpipe
chasing hiemal demons
Maya blue melissa butterflies
self realized metamorphosis
aerial lilies of the soul!
Amitabha day dreaming
under the catalpa's cool
quartz cavern shade
palatial Mucilinda verdure
Immediate experience
Private meditation
Human soul transcends
here and now
eternal nature
awakening
mind reality
January Spring!
Deny me anything!
Seeking the
loving embrace
the primordial light
of God's lucent face
knowing I shall never be deprived!
Tacit heart of truth
vastness
exuding permeating
alluding
infinite patience
waiting
all observant one
unbound understanding
peeling back the self
preserved seal
suffocating all that I am
remembrance recognition
admittance acceptance
Compassion's omnipotent allure!
Florid trellis threshold
Nivana's imageless garden
flowering new Jerusalem
regenerate amaranth
Genesis bouquet
Jhana petals blossoming...!
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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10 Mother Earth
Sunwands turn rain droplets into blackberry drupelets
as enkindled okra seeds acknowledge heliocracy.
*
When God greengrows it's rarely in rows... awry the rye rises...unruly
the rose
*
Each night the tree of nut out of naught knits neat nuts
and will time soon not sever the nut tree knot?
*
The bee's favorite couplet: sunupbrimming buttercuplet
*
From the plane, one sees above the clouds' chemtrails
.. lines of Sanskrit...
*
as he walked along, he saw a
slain dandelion with grey locks
and blew the down of the mower victim
that there be new fluffy flower flocks
*
The tree branches God has joined together let no one cleave asunder.
The animal limbs God has joined together let
no meatcutter cleave asunder.
*
April is aproned with apricot blooms.
*
Because the wind rustled blooming fruit trees
they released their fresh fragrance into the breeze
*
Only the jasmine plant has a right to string garlands of
its blooms.
*
April is the most fragile month, when tender jade tenrils
can be crushed by unconscious boots
*
Why has God his dew morngift sent?
For cider, butterfly drinks,
for lilac and jasmine scent
*
The fen way becomes a fern way, finely traced fans of
jade.. waving in the wind.
*
The fruit tree oer the brook drops her free food into the
waters... the fish bob for apples
*
Those depressing stormclouds grey... wand the world to green
*
The orange tree... a green galaxy with many blazing
saffron sunorbs
*
The morning sun does the throat of lark spur and blue the meadows
with sweetest larkspur
*
While elsewhere the sun, universal lover,
has knit a new cover, of purplest clover, all the field over
*
Most can from the apple tree pick spies
but only God can pluck blazing stars from the skies
*
Like the beloved in a canoe paddled by her love is
the willow tree trailing her lacy fingers in the lake
*
When the naturalist who defines plants as wild edibles
comes around, do the plants shiver and shake, quiver and quake?
*
Some find peace most in the mountains. Some find peace
most at the sea. And some find peace most
in the mountains oer the sea.
*
Only newfallen laurel leaves in Wilbur's laureate wreaths
for he takes only what Mother Earth gently bequeaths
*
Within each acorn cloak are infinite oaks.
*
Inch across the yard the bright rays of dawn
Striking magic wands cause flowers in the lawns.
*
In the foothills of the Apennines old olive trees with grapes vined...make violet orbs of olivine... we think
of this in LA at Olive and Vine
*
Because he wanted Pennsylvania: both the silva and the pencil
he decided from nonwood to make his pencils.
*Guarding the sea's blue peace....are the brave souls of Greenpeace
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poem by Saiom Shriver
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The Colours of Spring 2008 Version
The gracious orange tree's green shoots do grow
to greet blue sky with golden sun a-glow.
The vernal verdant shoots of Spring now sprout
through soft brown earth, here, there, and round about.
Dawn Daffodils, and Buttercups yellow,
red Rose and amber in alternate rows,
Violets, Lilacs, Pinks are pushing out,
divinity of Nature none may doubt.
(23 March 1975)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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My Sea And Sky
My sea of dreams, a vast expanse of glittering dreams and wishes rocking back and forth to form the waves
This sea the only sea I know that changes its color even from a deep majestic purple to a light azure
It changes from the most profound yellow to a bright grassy green
Atop the horizon of this picture perfect sight, the great sky towers above everything
My sky of miracles
The sky that is as enchanted as my wonderful sea
It too along with the sea changes shade
As from white to black to blue
From a sunset red to a dark violet
From a mellow scarlet to a fiery orange
This seascape portrays beauty and imagination
poem by Bianca P.B
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Color Of The Wind
The wind blows blue
when it misses you.
the wind blows red
when it knows your dead.
the wind blows green
when it it sees you being mean.
the wind blows white
when your about to take flight.
the wind blows black
whenever it knows your not coming back.
the wind blows pink
whenever your blood is ink.
the wind blows orange
whenever you cant rhyme with orange.
the wind blows yellow
whenever you cant be mellow.
if i am black
then why wont you ever come back?
if i am red
then shall i weep because your dead?
if i am blue
then should i miss you?
if i am green
then must you be very mean?
if i am yellow
then why wont you be mellow?
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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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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Namaqualand And The Atlantic 10.2.2008
Sunday 28 September 2008
……………….Namaqualand’s Beautiful Town Springbok
Springbok is the brightest crystal and
sparkling diamonds shining in pristine
beauty, blue skies and green emeralds,
punctuated by dollops of golden-yellow
and orange flowers, framed by dappled
rocks and sun-kissed hillocks; I’ve lost
my heart to Springbok
enclosed within the sweet embrace of
Namaqualand’s brightest flowers, a playful
breeze welcoming us with velvet touches;
driving into fields of green, the beauty of the
scene – brightest purple explosions amongst
sun-coloured flowers, a kaleidoscope of sensual
delight, mountain ridges representing
colours in cymatics, illustrating the melodies
created by colourful harmonies of chromatic
colours – a sapphire sky stretched over lime-
green gorse, rugged mountain edges, a musical
composition of delicious colour themes; then
all becoming a patterned carpet in shades of
green and luminous cream…
A tapestry landscape in purple and yellow, flowers
become a smile and laughter in the landscape,
without flowers the land looks serious, austere,
add the giggles of giddy yellow, the twittering of
miniature pinks, purple splashes of full-throated
laughter, and the land starts smiling, welcoming
us….
Wednesday 1 October 2008
…………….Watching the Atlantic
Watching the white foam of the bridal sea, the
rolling cloak of a magical maid, sparkling with
diamonds afar, the hem of her seawater dress
marked by mocha and cream, framed by wet
rocks glistening in golden sun
I’m sitting here looking upon nature’s mystery,
the bride herself is nowhere to be seen, only
waves of cloth undulating and breaking cease-
lessly, only the voice of the bridegroom is heard
in the low baritone and -
Wooden bass of the rolling and breaking waves,
the bride’s voice is quiet, her laughter is caught
in the giddy giggles of yellow flowers adorning
the land, her shy expectation is depicted in blue
flowers interspersed between
Orange and purple daisies and blossoms in pink,
the guests are all ranged upon white cottonwool
clouds drifting about in a blue, luminous sky, the
preparations for a celestial feast are complete,
I’m dreaming, the feast
Will begin…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Notes from my Diary
Sunday 19 August 2012
No Hope for Me
Sitting in the sun - sitting in the car,
nice and warm, my daughter's music
vibrating in my ears, here at the car-
wash, she's paying for the privilege
to drive the sturdy Suzuki
I showed her my notebook covered
with lined paper in violet, purple, pink
and green, she ungraciously remarked
she was better at it, she had learnt at
school as I made a mess of Desifix
She coolly informed me there was no
hope for me when she saw my purple
plastic bag which I carried to strengthen
my purple aura tapering off to violet
and soft pink - I dream…
Later the day - 15: 15
My Own Solar Version
Delighted I rediscovered the solar system
model in ‘Space, The Hands-On Approach
to Science' - which I had used to create my
own solar version on the sunroom floor using
string for the planet's orbits - a soccer ball was
the sun in the centre
Mercury's string orbit fluctuated a lot, Venus'
orbit fluctuated more, hard to form orbits on the
floor - Earth & Mars represented by coloured
balls, difficult to fill in Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus,
Neptune and Pluto, orbits getting confused,
toys representing these planets
Thus the kids could see a solar system in two
dimensions - I love this book, love the library
as custodian of all the wonderful books that
fill me with ideas - wild and wonderful…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Beautiful Colours
Cornfields turned to mellow yellow
Skies shone a radiant azure blue
Leaves on the tree were emerald green
Heather was shining with purple hue.
The dove was cloaked in feathers white
Rose petals glowed crimson and cream
A lone star of gold lit up the night...
That night of my Silver Wedding dream.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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