Leaving You With That to Ponder
You STILL wouldn't 'get it'.
Even IF the directions,
Were drawn using neon crayons
Pointing to the exit...
From a darkened cavern.
To lift you into heights,
Where fresh air aids the thought process.
You still wouldn't get it.
You would wonder 'why' I chose the color 'yellow'.
And you prefer a 'forest green' with a hint of 'blue'.
With wisps of gray to give the image of mist!
And giving that an appearance of dew drifting away,
As the morning Sun rises to sparkle upon the horizon!
And that is why you have been left,
To ponder that decision made.
As the light dims upon your comprehension.
If that is noticed at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Colors I Remember
The colors we see change when we are in love
They may hide the truth or are all you can think of
I wish that I could capture each color in a trap
And when I feel bad I could use them as a map
I remember the hazel color of your eyes
The green sparks in them are my loves allies
White I can recall were the crisp cotton sheets
The only ones witnessed what took place it seems
Of a soft black was the tailored suit you wore
I drank every image of you and not one I can ignore
I made fun of your boxers they were navy blue
I wish I would have kept them - you know it's true
The hotel walls embraced by a subtle yellow glow
Watching us as we came together really slow
You loved the things I wore that were red
You said they against my tan go straight to your head
The green of my eyes you noticed look dark at night
And the brown leather chair stood guard very polite
A few soft silver hairs on your chest and in your beard
That image I keep in my heart and it never disappeared
The next morning the plush carpet had a hint of pink
Your naked feet touched it on the way to the sink
The bathroom tiles were kept in a neutral tan
But I was too stupid to see that my life had began
While you're in the shower I left the room in a hurry
All I remember is your light blue shirt but only very blurry
I could have had breakfast with you downstairs and stay
But I did not and all I feel is sorrow and regret this day
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Renda Writer - Colors
Mismanagement damages the fabrics
Woven by the chosen few
The pointing finger chose you
Red light special
Code blue
Blue light special
Red light
Stop
Green go
Green money
Green grasso
Green leaves
Then the green leaves
Unless we start living green
Green seems
To be common
The common theme
The common ground
Is color
We're all brothers from another mother smothered by
The sun and the sky
Everything under the sun has not yet been done
And why?
poem by Renda Writer
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My Favorite Colors
Blue is my favorite color drawn from the seas and skies.
It beautifies my mother’s and two of my daughter’s eyes.
It also imbues the flag of my country where freedom is dear.
That’s why when I feel blue, I know happiness must be near.
Red is a close second and I’ll always remember why.
As a child I loved fire engines and the Monarch butterfly.
For me the lovely, regal rose created this exquisite color.
Many shades exist, but it’s hard to focus on any other.
Yellow is another color that has always caught my eye.
It explodes from the morning sun; then paints the sunset sky.
I wonder if, in fact, my favorite color might be yellow.
It reminds me of all that is good, positive and mellow.
Green, the color of life, emboldens the countryside.
Eyes of another daughter sparkle this color far and wide.
Though the color of money, it’s more important for me
That it signifies “proceed” toward opportunity.
Brown graces the eyes of my son and wonderful wife.
Before I met my partner, brown didn’t mean much in my life.
Because of her, this color is the most radiant of all.
Her big brown eyes and gentle sighs are why love came to call.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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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
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If You Wouldn't Be My Lady
Take away the song a songbird sings
Take away the sound that laughter brings
Take the music from a melody
Never take your love away from me
You make me smile
You make darkness turn into warm sunshine
You give me love
The Lord above knows
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here today
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
Take away the gentle summer breeze
Take away the golden autumn leaves
I can live without blue skies above
But I could never live without your love
You give me life
You make bad times turn into the good times
You give me love
The Lord above knows
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here today
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
song performed by by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Jimmy Holiday & Eddie Reeves from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
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Wouldn't It Be Wonderful
Wouldn't it be wonderful...
If reality provided each one of us with escapes.
To celebrate those moments.
And we were free to place orders,
For our favorite tastes.
Topped with fresh whipped cream.
Delighting each bite of the walnuts crushed.
And those sweet strawberries dipped in chocolate,
Slowly satiating and prolonging this as we ate.
Without haste or hint of a rush.
Wouldn't it be wonderful...
If reality provided each one of us with escapes.
To dance and hold hands on lush green hilltops.
And shocked by anyone who dared to speak of hate.
Wouldn't it be wonderful?
Wouldn't this be great?
Wouldn't it just be marvelous,
If we all debated...
On a date this could,
And would take place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Ask The Morning Light
I ASK THE MORNING LIGHT
I ask the morning light,
To give me a poem-
The morning light is quiet-
The fresh cool air
Freezes my hand
As I write.
The light is so bright
So yellow so blue so green.
The poem has been given-
I am alive.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What I Wouldn't Give
What I wouldn't give
To dance by the light of the moon
To revel in the soft glow of dawn
And to watch sunset with you
What I wouldn't give
To watch your pupils dilate with longing
Your eyes narrow with love
Your smile full of laughter
What I wouldn't give
For just one day with you
Without another's judgement
With nobody else watching
What I wouldn't give
For a night alone with you
To please you, and hold you
With love in my heart
What I wouldn't give
To kindle your desire
To be needed as desperately as
I need for you
What I wouldn't give
To be held in your arms
To feel your soft lips on mine
To feel your caress on my cheek
What I wouldn't give
For your need to be mirrored by my own
For your love to shine through your eyes
And for you to be mine unconditionally
What I wouldn't give…
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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What Is 'It' That Keeps This
Azure is the color of the clear sky.
And I wonder what in the atmosphere,
Keeps it blue like this...
And when the Sun comes to set,
The blue leaves on the horizon...
With magnificent hues,
That takes away breaths.
And when the moon is full,
At night with stars twinkling bright...
A quietness seems to hush,
All that the Sun rises to rush to us...
At dawn to bring daylight,
Silently with a gentle touch.
Many observing in the morning,
Have come to love so much this touch!
What is 'it' that keeps this,
So fresh and renewed?
What is 'it' that keeps this,
As if to gift me and you!
Azure is the color of the clear sky.
And I wonder what in the atmosphere,
Keeps it blue like this...
And when the Sun comes to set,
The blue leaves on the horizon...
With magnificent hues,
That takes away breaths.
What is 'it' that keeps this,
So fresh and renewed?
What is 'it' that keeps this,
As if to gift me and you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Long In Happiness
Did you expect to find me saddened?
Returning as a 'gift' to lift my spirits,
From darkened caverns of despair?
Hoping to build and boost me as your new project...
As you coached me through a narrow tunnel vision!
Something you suspect,
You placed and left there...
By a quick and regretted decision?
You have an expression of shock I witness.
Neither am I bitter...
Nor has hope for me been stopped!
Are you surprised I have no tears to drop?
What are you planning to plot on this 'visit'?
When you left without explanation...
And I saw you unexpectedly,
With a ticket to board a train at the station.
I knew right then you were setting me free!
I admit I was then a bit upset...
But something came over me!
I wasn't angry upon this sight I met!
I saw myself with a life you had stalled.
I chose to heal...
I chose to stand tall.
After bouts with doubts you left.
And after my emotions were torn as I crawled!
Realizing you were the one that had done this all...
I never looked back!
You made me see you were not worth that!
You made it clear you were not my destiny.
That was definitely a 'no no' for me!
Did you expect to find me saddened?
Returning as a 'gift' to lift my spirits,
From darkened caverns of despair?
Hoping to build and boost me as your new project...
As you coached me through a narrow tunnel vision!
Something you suspect,
You placed and left there...
By a quick and regretted decision?
I'll prepare you lunch.
And when you are done...
Disappear.
I wont allow you to smog my fresh atmosphere!
Is it clear...
I have been too long in happiness without you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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The Last Stop
We had a wonderful time
When we visited Wichita, Kansas
What a good idea it was
And what a perfect day for us
We stopped for Stroud’s chicken
And you really wouldn’t believe
The delicious food we ordered
And the great service we received
The salads were not only tasty
But beautiful for us to see
Fresh and so delicious
How ideal it was for me
Chicken brown and so crispy
And yet tender and juicy inside
Why, it just couldn’t have been better
With fresh green beans on the side
So, if you are hungry for food
That will definitely hit the spot
Just ask and I’ll give you directions
Directions that you’ll be glad you got!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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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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I Turn To The East
I see on the horizon,
The lifting of mist...
From a fresh morning dew.
I witness the dawn,
And the Sun rising to shine...
Through a cloudless sky of blue.
I turn to the East,
With a prayer to give...
Everyday I live as if pursued.
A thankfulness to be so blessed,
I can not help but express...
With a doing done and not a wish to do!
I turn to the East,
With a prayer to give...
Everyday I live as if pursued.
I witness the dawn,
And the Sun rising to shine...
Through a cloudless sky of blue.
I see on the horizon the lifting of mist,
From a fresh morning dew...
I do not wish to miss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Most Secretive Of Places
Wouldn't it be nice to live a life we like,
Free without fear of being smeared...
By slander.
And wouldn't it be great if everyone claimed,
To be a friend that can be trusted...
With a faithfulness so loyal and unquestioned,
Until the end.
Wouldn't it be just wonderful to know,
What we do for others...
Is appreciated with a giving back of respect.
Yet...
A life lived without regrets,
Just does not seem to be lived...
If opposition did not exist to make an appearance,
From the most secretive of places that are surprisingly kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judge Me Not
If you are not attached to your physical form
you wouldn't care what was the norm.
You wouldn't care what people thought of you
because that is not really you which has them confused.
So judge me not and judge not the world
we live in appearance haven't you heard?
So who really cares if your hair is blue?
Who really cares if you have 2 different shoes?
Maybe o.k. if you are in the public eye
Or maybe you could get away with it because
you are setting the style.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Judge Me Not
If you are not attached to your physical form
you wouldn't care what was the norm.
You wouldn't care what people thought of you
because that is not really you which has them confused.
So judge me not and judge not the world
we live in appearance haven't you heard?
So who really cares if your hair is blue?
Who really cares if you have 2 different shoes?
Maybe o.k. if you are in the public eye
Or maybe you could get away with it because
you are setting the style.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Rainbow
I live at one of those Grey Clouds
Not really know that I am lifeless
I heard people talking about rainbow,
They’d met each other, always in a happy occasion
I wish I met the rainbow myself
Then perhaps I would know,
What the people say is not true
That there is no thing such rainbow,
That could make people’s eyes glittering
In Blue color of the sky
In Green color of the valley
In Red color of the blood
In Yellow color of the sun
I am belongs to the Grey Clouds
I Love Grey, as it is all the color I have in life
Then one day, at the ticking time of my ordinary Grey-day
I see something really bright,
With the scent of a precious flower I’d lost in the mist
For a moment I’m overwhelmed
Then I took a step further…
Away from something so beautiful, that wasn’t Grey
But the figure reveal and I stranded there
I Never learn that there are many color one’s could posses
Day goes by,
The Grey Cloud is the latest place I’d like to be
It was the rainbow…
Holding me and warm me
With a lot of bunch of dream in my empty mind
Dream I never knew
Dream I never dare to explore
The forbidden dream for my Grey outfit
I’m content with joys,
The first time I ever feel grand to face my life
My heart reflecting the color of rainbow
Blue for the peace soul
Green for the new beginning
Red for the faith
Yellow for a bright hope
Not very long
The thunder strikes,
The lightning burned my rainbow
All was Grey again
The rainbow gone away
Prefer to have a quite-smooth journey with all its color
While the thunder sent me here
Back to the Grey Clouds
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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0377 Should be, but
I should be writing a poem
about those small wisps of white cloud
moving unusually fast across a blue blue sky
on their way to somewhere else
as if they're late for an appointment.
I should be writing a poem
about the way the breeze is so gentle
that it seems to have a secret plan with the sun
and the new green leaves
to do something quite extraordinary.
I should be writing a poem
about the way that the trailing geranium leaves
are giving out a scent more white than green
more heavenly than any thought.
I should be writing a poem
about the way that the purple and blue and yellow and white flowers
seem to say nothing but beauty.
I should be writing a poem
but all I can do is gaze in amazement
at what I've seen before
and never seen before.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Romance
MY Love dwelt in a Northern land.
A gray tower in a forest green
Was hers, and far on either hand
The long wash of the waves was seen,
And leagues on leagues of yellow sand,
The woven forest boughs between!
And through the silver Northern night
The sunset slowly died away,
And herds of strange deer, lily-white,
Stole forth among the branches gray;
About the coming of the light,
They fled like ghosts before the day!
I know not if the forest green
Still girdles round that castle gray;
I know not if the boughs between
The white deer vanish ere the day;
Above my Love the grass is green,
My heart is colder than the clay!
poem by Andrew Lang
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