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Blue Grass And Green Skies

the grass is blue
the skies are green
the sea is black
the sun is violet
the river is grey
the flowers are silver
the mountains red

i lost my sense of color
my sense of touch
i lost my logic

without you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I lost

It started out real slowly
A few simple hyms and haws
I changed them just to suit you
But then I lost it all.

I lost the way I used to laugh
At times quite dumb and silly.
I lost the way I used to think
Of life in a big city.

I lost my sense of independence
Which I once held so strong
I lost my sense of humor
Ever since you came along.

I lost my sense of flair
That made me shine so bright.
I even lost my favorite Bear
That I used to hold so tight.

But worst of all
I lost me sense
of being who I am

And so tonight
I take it back
No matter what you care
For its not right
To lose so much
Just to gain dispair.

poem by Catherine Raymond
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Thursday Afternoon

Her life is a show
One act follows the other everywhere she goes
She takes the leading role
She never plays herself
Save for the time shes on the stage
Color her black or white
Now either one reflects the teardrops
One extreme for the other
Nothing in between
Color her white for the princess she could be
Color her black for the troubled child she plays so well
Well shes dancing through hell on a dream
And blue is soul of the one
Reaching for the man that she hasnt got yet
And holding on to those hearts for lost causes
She could be so bright
But shes reaching for us all
Color her blue for the loneliness she feels
Shes hiding her heart in the sky
And this is a thursday afternoon
Its just another thursday afternoon
Its just another thursday afternoon
Color me grey
Im a little bit of everything today
And Im not sure just where Im going
Color me grey
Wishing I was something more of distinction
Color us all cause were just stars
Wishing our lives away
Into the distance
And out of existence
Color her black or white
Color her blue
Or color me grey
Color us all - were stars
Wishing our lives away
Now were stars

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Shades of Grey

Black is the color of the night
Grey is the shadow of you I sight
White is the shirt you wear
Black is your suit I declare

White is the wall you lean against
Grey is our path I sensed
Black is the memory I lost
Black is the road we never crossed

Grey is the prospect of the day
Grey is the taxi driving away
Black is the truth to never find you
Black is everything I can't undo

Black is my room without light
White is my color of hope in spite
Grey is the circle around my heart
Black is the truth like a work of art

© 2011

poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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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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Environments

innocence asks,
why is the sky blue
and the grass green,
guilt asks, of blue and green,
sky and grass,

redemption for sinning,
polluting skies and grasses
grey with smog,

why oh why,
is the sky not blue
nor the grass not green

poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Black And White

He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever shown him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.

The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life became a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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White And Black

He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever showed him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.

The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life was a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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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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Spring (Double Rondelet Triolet)

With a deep touch,
The red poppy awakes the grass.
With a deep touch,
Red wants green's vibration so much,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
The sky vibrates like a string bass,
With a deep touch.

The red flowers bloom in the Spring
When the time of the green grass comes.
The sky vibrates like a bass string.
The red flowers bloom in the Spring.
I see the nature's purest swing.
The wind searches his bongo drums,
The red flowers bloom in the Spring
When the time of the green grass comes.

I see His love
Like a white lily among thorns.
I see His love
Like in clefts of the rock, a dove.
When red flower its grass adorns
And her dead Winter, Spring mourns,
I see His love.

Shadows are inlaid in color
When red poppy awakes the grass.
When the land is multicolor,
Shadows are inlaid in color.
When the cuckoo is a caller,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
Shadows are inlaid in color
When red poppy awakes the grass.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Logic And Love

Logic And Love
(Feldman Chandler)
Love and logic just don't go together
Try to force it, you'll be trying forever
Why discuss it when you're missing the point
Girl
Forget the fakin' all I care is that you're
Chorus:
Making all the right moves
You're making all the moves that hit the spot
You're speaking only half-truths girl
Just tell me all the things I like a lot
Stop thinking you're much too intense
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try to say we're just good friends
Logic and love clash in your head
You don't see reason you just see red
We could argue 'till you're blue in the face girl
The time you're taking is the time you could be
Repeat Chorus
I'm talking logic and love
I'm talking logic and love
Our scientific world demands that everything's
explained
You're an ultra-modern girl
But can't you see there's nothing to be gained
In analyzing love
You're making only false moves
But everything you do still hits the spot
And do you know what that proves girl
That love is far away the best we got, you know
The best of lovers don't have to be friends
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try to say we're just good friends
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try girl don't pretend
I'm talking logic and love
I'm talking logic and love
Logic and love
Logic and love

song performed by by Wang Chung
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Of Colors That You Interchanged

i have read it once from your
translations:

the red mountains
the green sea
the violet clouds
the blue sands

the black herons
the white eagles

everything goes
wrong when you
fall out of love

everything goes
awry when another
lover leaves your
door, when another

part of you dies
your fingers

those that
put the color of
your paints simply
show the distorted
face of
truth

your hands tremble
your fingernails stiff
dead and black.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Baby Blue

She looked so much like a lady
But she was so much like a child
A devil when she held me close
An angel when she smiled
She always held it deep inside
But somehow I always knew
Shed go away when the grass turned green
And the sky turned baby blue
Chorus:
Baby blue
Was the color of her eyes
Baby blue
Like the colorado skies
Like a breath of spring she came and left
And I still dont know why
So, heres to you and whoever
Holds my baby blue tonight
She brought color to my life
That my eyes have never touched
When she taught me how to care
Ive never cared so much
I try not to think of her
But I fall asleep and do
And go away where the grass turns green
And the sky is baby blue
Chorus
Chorus

song performed by by George Strait
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Deer Tracks....

my poetry is not
the kind of tracks that deers
put upon the grass
that each
tread upon

you do not have the kind
of nose that dogs have
your sense of smell is not
that keen enough
to say that i am inside
the confines of
every word in every
poem

deers
those wild ones
are too keen
to sense even the
disturbance of the sands
by a lost worm

it skips and jumps
over the river and the next time
you see it
it has become another
mirage
in the desert

do not trace any part of
me in the past
for i am no longer there
i could be that
deer
at the other side of the
river

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Envy Exposed

Green with Envy does not describe
The color worn by this foul Sin
For green is the color of living things
An Envious Heart has no life therein

The color Blue for Envy will not do
Blue is the sky where freedom sings
In skies so many dreams take flight
An Envious Heart has no wings

Envy cannot dress in Yellow or Gold
The warm colors of the life giving Sun
An Envious Heart is so bitterly cold
With no joie de vivre for all of life’s fun

Envy dare not wear any shade of Red
A color so linked to precious bloodshed
Blood is sacred not to be wantonly shed
An Envious Heart would bleed others till dead

Purple is the color of Passionate fire
An Envious Heart knows only Hate’s ire
Pink is a color where innocent youth may abide
An Envious Heart is tired and shriveled inside

Nor can Envy ‘s color be Black as night
For the star filled night is laced with light
Envy won’t wear Purity’s symbolic White
An Envious Heart does not own such a right

Envy cannot even lay its claim to Grey
(Muddled mix of color though be as it may)
Grey is the color of softness seen
An Envious Heart is hard and mean

What Envy wears best is Invisibility
So denuded of Soul none would wish to see
No color born of Heaven will suit it well
An Envious Heart will be naked in Hell

poem by Mary Havran
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Grey Blue Eyes

I feel for the light
Your glory was lost that night
And no mind can't get me right
And now I'm praying that you'll find me out
Stone, stone has pulled me down
But my faith has got me bound to your grey blue eyes
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Don't forget my broken heart
You remember it from the start
You made it and it's all a part
Of your grey blue eyes
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
You're gone and I know I'm dead
I've lost my way
Can't find me in your grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Find Your Face

I don’t know how it looks to you
But you know more than I want to you.

Pull back your hair for me and let me know how you feel
Run my fingers through your hair, can you tell me is it real?

Look me in the eye when you say
You’re feeling blue in every way.
Reflections tainted through distorted eyes
Abstraction painted green the skies
Loosing sense of sense experience
Your body outside yourself and lost
Frozen deep in the porcelain frost,
Lost in inner space, am I
Faceless without a faith in the sky?

Find your face; leave your mask at home upon the shelf
Find your face, your faith, your self.

The true self White King is crowned
Only a shadow of the Ego exiled remains.
His memory dismantled in dark waters is drowned.

Ignore the feeling you’ve been here before
Start the dance of healing, leave inhibitions at the door.

For what is it you ask of me?
Is it not always for a little more?

poem by David Lacey
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You Are Your Guard

Color white
Show your might
Color red
Be ready to fade
Color black
Be not slack
Color yellow
Nothing can swallow
Brown or purple
Wait for people
Orange and peach
Go to pitch
Violet and grey
Life is a play
Chocolate mustard
You are your guard.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Final Door.......

Brown house
Grey smiles
Green green grass
Black shoes
Crystal tears with heart felt whispers
Hugs

Blue sky with cream teeth
Green green grass
(hold that thought)
Glassed water grasped
Taut innards
Flowers brought

White horses
Braided manes
White lilies
Window pane
White carriage
To carry forth
Green green grass
Hold that thought

Passing traffic
Collars grasped
Blurry images
Tend then pass
Crystal tears
Smart black tie
Shake and smile
Avoid the eye

Deep breath enter in
Listen watch
Let them begin
Then stare at the floor

'Bye bye darling'
Open door

poem by Karen Sinclair
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Colors, the Poem

Every color has a meaning for our being,
They can aggravate, give calmness or spiritual healing.
Let's start with RED, life, hunger, anger, sex and doing,
When the BLUE is for thinking, the truth, calming and healing.

The GREEN is a healer, can give great hope
In the goodness & a beautiful tomorrow to develop.
Until YELLOW means wisdom for the mind,
When BROWN is earthyness, & selfishness for human kind.

WHITE is for the angels, not for us here on Earth,
Gives great impatient, nervousness, down to the dirt.
BLACK is emptiness with boldness, but no logic,
Without knowing the consequences, almost ironic.

SILVER OR GRAY is helping to find your confidence,
Some of the gray can give fear, terror or a need to self defense
Until GOLD is materialistic on the ignorant way,
However, PINK is God's love for the Universe's play.

ORANGE is the healer with red (life) & yellow (wisdom) ,
Until MAROON (red-black) gives selfishness & not stardom.
PURPLE is red & blue, what you think you do,
VIOLET has more blue for the spirit & for you.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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What Is Pink?

What is pink? a rose is pink
By the fountain's brink.
What is red? a poppy's red
In its barley bed.
What is blue? the sky is blue
Where the clouds float through.
What is white? a swan is white
Sailing in the light.
What is yellow? pears are yellow,
Rich and ripe and mellow.
What is green? the grass is green,
With small flowers between.
What is violet? clouds are violet
In the summer twilight.
What is orange? why, an orange,
Just an orange!

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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