Too Blooming true for M'Lady lucianne
The regal tulips proud display
will all too quickly pass away.
Their seed is set their task is done
and they depart their time has gone.
Though we enjoy their beauty show.
Their pastel colour softly glow
in multicoloured tints and hues.
A favourite colour hard to choose.
So hard in fact I do not try,
each one is pleasing to my eye
Although it’s sad to see them die
their place will soon be taken by.
Another floral beauty show
which reigns until it’s time to go.
15-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Hey Whatever
Bryan:
Well I can't control the universe
Cause I'm only a man
And I've been reading the papers
But they won't tell me who I am
Shane:
If you really need a new philosophy
Well there's one that makes sense
The one I profess but I say
Chorus: (All)
Hey whatever
Let your beauty come alive
Let your colour fill the sky
And say whatever
Why don't you liberate your mind
Let your colour fill the sky
Shane:
All the world's a waiting room
And we're standing in line
For the answers to the question
"What makes this fine?"
Mark:
Don't let them change your story
Won't let them change your song
Don't let the gurus and philosophers lead you on
Ahh...
Chorus: (All)
Hey whatever
Let your beauty come alive
Let your colour fill the sky
And say whatever
Why don't you liberate your mind
Let your colour fill the sky
Mark:
Wooo!
It's like taking a seat at the roulette table
Just spinning the wheel
Good or bad just take what comes
Don't change how you feel
You're a champion of science
Or are y'just some freak show's fool
What can not be proved, no no
Can still be true
And I say
Chorus: (All)
Hey whatever
Let your beauty come alive
Let your colour fill the sky
And say whatever
Why don't you liberate your mind
Let your colour fill the sky
Chorus: (All)
Hey whatever
Let your beauty come alive
Let your colour fill the sky
And say whatever
Why don't you liberate your mind
Let your colour fill the sky
Ahhh...
Heeey whatever
song performed by by Westlife
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Sour Grapes for M lady Tara
Sour grapes
Crysanthemums flamboyantly
display their multicoloured hues.
Each blossom is potentially
a winner though it is hard to choose.
This is the task the judges face
and all three judges must agree.
Which one of them deserves first place.
Decisions made collectively.
At last the winner is declared.
Against which there is no appeal
they have debated and compared.
Without a doubt the judges feel.
That their decision was correct
unlike the losers I suspect.
5-Mar-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Red
Put your hand in the paintbox and choose
Which one says the most about you
I would have to pick the deepest shade
The saddest shade of blue
But red is colour Id choose
Red is colour Id choose
I set my soul long ago and far away
Oh its written down so deep it can never fade away
Though so many years have come and gone
Through my life one thing has stayed
An eternal light that shines clean through the grey
Red is colour Id choose
Deepest red on a sky of deepest blue
It dont matter now if I should win
If I should win or lose
cos red is colour Id choose
If I waste my time away waiting just for you
I dont care what others say
cos baby I just love, love what you do
Red is colour Id choose
Deepest red on a sky of deepest blue
It dont matter now if I should win
If I should win or lose
cos red is colour Id choose
song performed by by Chris Rea
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A Blind Child's Plea
What is the colour of the wind, Daddy?
Said the child so small
What is the colour of the wind?
For i can't see it at all
It is the colour of freedom, my child
Said the man to his son
It is the colour of all
The specks of light in the rainbow
That is the colour of the wind
What else, Daddy? What else?
Begged the child
Explain to me more
For you can see what i can not
The sun
The sea
The Earth
And more
It is the colour of beauty
Of peace and light
It is the colour of love
And of day and of night
It feels so free
Said the child
With arms outstreached
I never would have guessed
The colour of the wind
It is the colour you want it to be
And it doesn't matter if you can't see
For the wind is your friend
And you alone
Know the colours of the wind.
poem by Lucy Westmacott
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The Colour Of Freedom
The colour of freedom, a symbol of passion
A sign of emotion will show you the way
The colour of freedom for every nation
The heartbeat of peace has never an end
The colour of freedom, a symbol of passion
A sign of emotion will show you the way
The colour of freedom
The colour of freedom and hope
Danger - I wanna guide you trough
To cold in a world, to hot to defend yourself
I'm here to protect you,
Love you, hold you, that's what I told you
Talking - until the morning light
Hold my body tight all night
In my fantasy I turn you on
The dream is over, are you gone?
We are - in a strange situation
You and me as one - no declaration
I say the words you long to hear
Is there anything, I have to fear
Love - it's a prime temptation
Think abouth togetherness - a combination
Is there a price we have to pay
The colour of freedom will show you the way
You're so different - unique like a melody
The harder I try, the better is the remedy
Power energy do you have a memory
Take my hand in reality
Can we try again, just one more time
Can the love we found, be back as yours and mine
So much we need to share
Send me a smile and show you care
I'm searching for the beat, the beat of your heart
Once again let me be a part
A part of your life, a part of your love
A part of what I'm dreaming of
One more chance, we gonna taste it
Now or never, no time to waste it
Is there a price we have to pay
The colour of freedom will show you the way
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Beauty is a Million Colors
Beauty is more than appearance
Beauty is love
The graceful wings of a dove
The endless imagination in a dream
Beauty is not always something that can be seen
Beauty is laughter
And the remembrance after
Beauty is hope
When you have no reason to
Beauty is he and she and me and you
Beauty is forgiving
No matter how hard
Beauty is kindness
Making the best of a mess
Beauty is tears
And overcoming your fears
Beauty is individuality
The courage to be yourself
Beauty is a book, sitting on a shelf
To define beauty,
An impossible task
Because truly,
Does anyone really know, I ask
Beauty is different to me
Than to you
I wonder if anyone ever knew
poem by Sareeah Keelyn
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Heavenly Beauty
Bow down I to Him
Who created you out of His dream
Bow down I to Him
For the colours He dedicated for you.
Undress yourself and appreaciate Him
Do not cover you
Do not hide you
With false colour or dress.
Let me enjoy your beauty
Let my soul suffer the fire
of your beauty
Let me taste the wine of your beauty
Let me become a drunk
Let me drown in the sea of your beauty
Do not hide the beauty He devoted for you
Bow down I
Who created such a heavenly beauty for me.
poem by Devil Poet
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Beauty Of Life
Virginity is the beauty of ladies, colour is the beauty of rainbow, tourism is the beauty of country, memories is the beauty of past, brightness is the beauty of stars, happiness is the beauty of mind, vision is the beauty of future.Love, nature, peace are the beauty of Life.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Flowers amidst my school
Two contrast,
Two entwined,
Beauty expressed,
Beauty revealed.
They fall at your feet,
And push you forward,
Telling you never to look back.
Colour serene,
Colour never faked,
Never created and destroyed by man.
They flow in the wind,
They stall in the sun,
Telling you to see the inner beauty
That makes them who they are.
Lovely,
No fault
No marks
But at the end,
All this beauty – disappears
In the cold,
No contrast,
No entwinement
They both look the same
Depressing
Maybe like our hearts.
poem by Andrea Ugona
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Ageless Beauty for M lady Ernestine
True beauty lies beneath the skin.
It’s not something for surface show.
A quality which lies within
but others can bask in its glow.
Some beauty fades as years pass by.
No matter how hard you may fight
to hide the signs you can’t deny
True beauty shines through ever bright.
True beauty is not visible
but rather something which you feel.
Something which makes you comfortable
the passing years can never steal.
True beauty thinks of others first
and offers love without reserve.
As a cool drink will quench our thirst
it gives us more than we deserve.
True beauty is a quality
which lasts until the day you die.
A precious gift that’s given free
which no amount of cash can buy.
Beauty is skin deep so they say.
Of mere good looks that is quite true.
Youthful prettiness fades away
but inner beauty still shines through.
23-Jun-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Just look for M' Lady Ernestine
The Daffodils in massed array
their yellow trumpets on display
are flaunting beauty shamelessly
. They see no need for modesty.
Their growing season all too brief.
‘Till time the ever present thief.
Robs them of their vitality
a crime of opportunity.
The early springtime beauty show
of yellow blooms which freely grow
along the verge of every road.
Natural beauty a la mode.
Some pass them by unseeingly.
For them I have no sympathy.
2-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Is There Any Truth in Beauty?
Is there any truth in Beauty?
What of the lies beauty tells thee?
Could my beauty not be as worthy
As I make thy Beauty part of me?
Such is Beauty as to make one's sight loud.
This beauty that veils our sense in a shroud.
beauty: that which deters seeing the person.
Does Beauty not conceal what is and isn't?
Yet merciless time holds beauty as a hostage,
Defiles Beauty and scars it with lasting ravage.
Thus the years that pass send Beauty to its resting-place
For vain beauty will yield, to woefully fall from grace.
If beauty should ever lament on age's cruelty,
Let not Beauty forget how little it has wept for me.
A Summer Red Bird Sings on an Elm Branch
The general colour above is light brownish-green, the sides of the head and the under parts generally brownish-yellow; larger wing-coverts dusky, edged with yellow; quills deep brown, externally margined with yellowish-red; tall-feathers of the same colour. The bill, eyes and legs are of the same tints as in the male.
I lost my way
And sorry extremely
For trespassing!
It's hard night flying
And I just landed
Papa's orchard
Are you still awake?
Promise to depart
Early in the morning
And if you prefer a love song
I don't mind to stay longer?
(To the Syrian nightingale Suzie Suhair Gharib.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Beauty of Love!
I enjoy beauty of star studded night sky;
I enjoy beauty of harmonious waves of sea;
I enjoy beauty of peaceful living of people;
I enjoy beauty of natural poems of poets!
Beauty of human life I enjoy in all forms;
Beauty of fun loving children I enjoy often;
Beauty of smiling flowers I enjoy in garden;
Beauty of art work I enjoy in all forms ever!
World is full of beauty Nature bestows to all;
World is paradise due to love and beauty ever;
World is the abode of man's cultural refinement;
World is the spring board to heaven at the end!
Beauty of love is eternal for all to enjoy in life
Evolving animal into man and man into divine!
poem by Ramesh T A
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All-Singing, All-Dancing
I saw her sing, I saw her dance - with eloquence and style.
She had the talents to entrance, bewitch men with her smile.
She had such beauty, men would stare, transfixed as time went on -
Until the second they'd despair, when suddenly she'd gone.
The stage was lonely, just like me, when magic must depart...
It's so hard to take it lightly with such a lovesick heart.
I know I'm not the only guy to love her to the hilt,
In time, a diamond ring to buy, through trust that's gently built.
I see her, sometimes, in my dreams. She's just like Supergirl.
She's so much more than first she seems, more precious than a pearl.
A billion pearls just aren't enough. The world has nought to trade
For just one kiss to show my love... God knows how much I've prayed.
Till then, let angels help her sing, their wings inspire dance,
So that she can do anything - her beauty to enhance.
For beauty blesses one and all, with wonders that astound.
Yes, love is God's great miracle... Love makes the world go round...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Why Oranges Are Beautiful
In total frankness,
I bear no particular fondness towards any of the fruits.
I'm sure there are nut-jobs who are obsessed by oranges (or indeed amazed by apples, captured by coconuts or plum-tuckered-out with enthusiasm for plums) .
Yet, they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
And, more than once, have I found myself with stinging beauty beholders after citrus juice squirted into them.
Therefore,
If oranges are beautiful,
And I have had their beauty in my beholders on more than one clumsy occasion,
Then surely if I behold hard enough I shall be favoured with their beauty?
They are (after all) a lovely colour,
And my favourite juice (above no other) .
Also, how very satisfying they are to peel.
And they do provide a taste of the exotic.
Under waxy peel (if I were to wax poetic) ,
I see delicate white veins tangle over sweet flesh,
Where baby seeds wait and rest.
And how easy the segments are to share.
I mean,
Perhaps if the Evil Queen, had poisoned an orange rather than an apple,
She would have got a lot more done that day.
You know,
If that's the way you (or your head) rolls.
poem by Grace Roberts
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Red;
Red is the colour of anger welling up inside me,
Red is believing and then having doubt,
Red is the colour of love and romance,
Red is the colour of the end of my nose on a cold winter day.
The colour of little red riding hoods coat,
Red is mars high up in the sky;
The colour that flushes my cheeks after playing sport and getting embarressed.
The colour of my sore sad eyes after crying.
Red is the colour of my warm blood flooding my veins,
Which shows Human Bondage,
Which shows the life within me,
Red is the colour of ambition burning my soul,
Red is the colour of the devil, which feeds me my power.
poem by karlia Ashlyn
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A Red Rose for You
I wish a rose can last forever.
I wish the pedals never fall,
The chance of becoming true? Never.
This rose will have you know it all.
The red rose I have for you
Is as pure as my love for you.
It will let you know that my
Love for you is true.
Hopefully this rose,
Will give you warmth in your heart.
If you feel the warmth,
That's the feeling that we will never be apart.
This red rose I have for you
Will show you the beauty I see.
Everytime I see you,
You are the beauty to me.
This rose will show you
The smile that brightens up my day.
This rose will show you on every pedal,
The words I love you in every way.
This red rose for you
Might show you I'm shy.
But I know for a fact,
That it will show that for you, I'll light up the sky.
This red rose for you,
Will let you know,
That for you,
Any where I'll go.
In this letter it will show you,
That every word is meant.
My words are so faithful,
As the beauty of a red rose you won't forget.
This is my Rose to you.
(December 6,2008)
poem by Joey Rodriguez
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Morning Muse
I lay awake
allowing time to pass
my muse sleeps
laid in my arms
fully beautiful
I am blessed
I close my eyes
take stock of thoughts
a day dream
becomes nothing new
I place a kiss
gently
upon my muses head
almost breathless
I watch
how such beauty
sleeps
yet fills my head
with noise and colour
I am awake
allowing time to pass
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Life A Chemeleon
The whole life a chameleon
Changing its colour time to time
Sometimes it looks like a neon
Sometimes it dull like a crime;
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
We all are actors
act time to time
Sometimes factors
sometimes crime
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
it was a time
when we are small, Don't know;
who is small
who is tall
now we grown,
able to understand our profit or loss;
after that we will become older
very dependent, very oblivision;
sans emotion sans fellings,
it damages, sans drilling,
it is fade colour of our life;
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
poem by Prashant Hooda
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