No colour is Omni-pleasant.
The red of blood is not pleasant.
The white of widow is unwelcome.
The blue of corpse, the black of coffin
And the yellow of teeth are irksome.
No colour has universal appeal.
No thought has timeless validity.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The colour is coloured by the thing
The red of blood or the red of twilight:
Which do you like?
The blue of corpse or the blue of sky:
Which do you like?
The black of tar or that of woman’s lock:
Which do you like?
The thing of the colour or the colour of the thing?
The one loved or her complexion?
You like her as a whole and hence her colour.
25.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Colours localized.
Dark hair, not dark skin,
White teeth, not white hair,
Red lips, not red blood,
Yellow skin, not yellow teeth
would please.
What harm did the colour do?
11.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Catnap on a Catafalque
A distinguished person
Sleeps in a Mahogany coffin
Well to do people shake hands
And the Widow sees through her black veil
The robust who's having a chat with the Corpse!
He's not dead just a catnap and she thinks
He would be back after the catalepsy.
When the soil thuds over the coffin
She cries again in the Cemetery
And the robust Chauffeur returned to her
She smiles with him like a parole
And the candles lit in the wind.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Racism
To attack one for their nationality,
For their skin colour, their beliefs, their mentality,
Is but the cruelness of petty people,
Who are building an ignorant steeple.
Black, white, yellow or blue,
Their blood runs red, just like you.
So think before you make a fuss,
What's the difference between them and us?
poem by Lenore Lee
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The Colour Yellow
Yellow is the colour
Of the smiles that you bring
Red is the colour
That makes you want to cringe
Blue is the colour
Of water and peace and hope
Green is the colour
That never ever mopes
Purple is the colour
Of grapes and different toys
But yellow is the colour
That I know can bring you joy
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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The Colour Of Our Skin
Why are we obsessed with a persons colour,
When life without it would be so much duller,
We only get one chance in this life,
Yet another's shade can cause so much strife.
We'll buy black and white paint without thinking twice,
Decorate Yellow and Red and say it looks nice,
Yet when it comes to the colour of a persons face,
For some unknown reason we think of their race.
Why do we create this terrible mess?
We are all human beings, no more no less,
Regardless of colour it's perfectly true,
One colour can do anything the other can do.
Let's try and put this into perspective,
All other life forms are just not as selective,
Colour to them is mainly for disguise,
It is also an attraction which pleases their eyes.
If we looked at these others then maybe we'd learn,
That colours an asset not a matter for concern,
Here are some examples which will show there's a link,
If nothing else they should make you think.
If ten people died from different cultures,
Then from above appeared some vultures,
Would they look down and say, which colour will we eat?
Of course they wouldn't to them we're just meat.
As the lions stalked humans out in the bush,
They thought which one will we kill if it comes to a push,
There's red and yellow and black and white,
We're not really sure which one is right.
The leader of the pride said, go catch your game
Forget their colour they all taste the same
We don't really care about colour or creed
If we don't kill we die we must have our feed.
Their attitude to life is more clever than us,
Simple ideals they make less of a fuss,
Their aim in this life is just to survive,
If we weren't here all lifeforms would thrive.
Humankind's made in Gods image is what they say,
So why do some humans feel this way,
What colour is God if that's really true,
If truth be told we do not have a clue.
Racism is a purely a human trait,
So what's going to happen when we reach Heavens gate,
Will God harbour racist thoughts in his head,
Then say no black or white just yellow and red.
That's the dilemma facing us here,
There are some we accept while others we fear,
If we could accept who we are comes from within,
There would be no need to worry about,
‘'The Colour Of Our Skin ‘'
Blue Rose
A red rose for love,
My red rose for luck.
The black rose on my bed,
For my death and for yours.
Red rose for the blood
That drips off my finger.
Black for the hate
The swells in my heart.
Pink for the joy,
The wonder of the world.
White for the pure,
Thats very far from me.
Yellow for the sunshine,
That lightens up our day.
Red for the heart,
That crumbled in my chest.
Black for the grave,
That I will be in after death.
Red, black, red, black.
Yellow, pink, blue
For my soul I leave.
Blue for me to wander.
Blue for the ocean,
And for my soul we share.
poem by Brianna Wilshusen
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Universal
It doesnt matter if youre black or white
Or the God that you choose to pray to
It doesnt matter about the clothes you wear
Or which creator made you
We all bleed the same blood
We all need the same love
And when we die theres no heaven above
Its universal, its universal
It doesnt matter who you think you are
Youre living and you know you feel it
Its not important as to why were here
You know there is no reason
We all bleed the same blood
We all need the same love
And when we die theres no heaven above
Its universal, its universal
Its universal, its universal
We all bleed the same blood
We all need the same love
And when we die theres no heaven above
Its universal, its universal
Its universal, its universal
song performed by by Omd
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Love’s base alike.
What is pink? Her cheek’s.
What is White? Her teeth.
What is fountain? Her breasts.
A child refers them to mother
And a lad, to his beloved.
A metamorphosis of love.
13.01.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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~black Red And Yellow~
On the periphery of life
Let blue jeans wear me to marry with death
Fire will be my gown, ashes shall be my girdle,
Smokes so discerned sprawling
Some will say it was a poetic corpse
wrapped in unknown funerary fetes
My blood will be poured in cask of mimicks
A yawn concealing me in semicolon
All the ravens of Chancery lurking the corner in full stops
Boots and kilt emphasizing my lost treasure
At last the casket to embrace me from the provocateur
No persuasive argument will be my candy
for a keepsake solidarity
A marked plot spewed by shrewd men
An aftermath velvet i would squint over the people
Only to see if the lady in red silk i loved has red roses
My dear Soviet plezhvadya
for the wide-brimmed black hat, red bloody eyes
and yellow mouthful of words oozing out of teeth
Hatred of her carped in end and unend
On nights wall will she write in eloquence
that i worked hard on every part of her test
A success of her prophetship to gallopade
For Germany buccaneered before her epithet
for me in black, red and yellow
And yes-black red and yellow
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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Victorious if not meritorious.
A boy wooed a girl. No wonder.
A lord coaxed a maid. No wonder.
A man hooked an estranged woman
Or a widow is courted. No wonder.
Love between a widow and a widower
Sparks and so does the extra marital sex
When they have grown beyond the age..
A man past the age won the love of a woman, a young mother of rpute.
It is the wonder of wonders,
worth reminiscing and ruminating.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One Light: Three Primary Colors
Red is the colour of blood that flows in the body of all creatures given birth
Green is the colour of grass that like a carpet covers a lot of the soil of earth
Blue is the colour of sky that surrounds this world and is of an infinite girth
All three colours come from a Single Source having an Immeasurable worth.
Red is also the colour of danger and a symbol which indicates all to beware
Green is also the colour of the leaves that most of the plants and trees wear
Blue is also the colour of water that covers most of this world which is fair
Three colours are the original blend of all those others found in nature there.
Red is also the colour of anger, passion or pain that is expressed, felt and seen
Green is also the colour of something natural an indication of where it has been
Blue is also the colour of Infinity and the light glowing in a mind which is clean
And all three colours are shades of One Light the essence of all universal sheen.
Of all the three colours I like blue the most as it seems to be uniquely sublime
It speaks to me of loftier and deeper things that were experienced in my prime
It also represents the colour of the biggest phenomena known to man in time
Being a symbol of That in which all exists and from which all began to chime.
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Note:
There are many other colors but as far as those which form the basis of technology there are only three i.e; as in a R.G.B. monitor and screen projector etc.
poem by George Krokos
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Shattered windows, Colors of white
Across the street is a new house with a room painted red, with no holes of white.
Next to me, a house purple, with its color pealing off, with holes of black and white
At the end of the street, an old house once yellow, what now remains white.
The sound of a hammer building a house, entering a place with a color unknown.
On the street,
Windows covered with ice
Some shine with light.
Some broken
Some fixed
Some lost, out of sight.
A house, two blocks from here.
Shines with lights of yellow, red, and green everywhere.
A wall keeping the wind from blowing anywhere.
The house next door, at the dawn of the day.
Paints its room black, and peals the color away.
The wall crumbles.
The wind blows across the colors of yellow, red and green
Breaks all the windows.
Turns the yellow to blue, red to black, and green to white.
The house two blocks away.
Adds a line of yellow red and green everyday.
To allow the house of blue, black and white to shine for us some day.
poem by Linda ErikssonBique
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Opposites match well.
To a spineless, an arrogant lady,
To a soldier, a fragile girl,
To an adamant, a meek woman
Appeal as an appeasing match.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sitting Here
Love,
Is it black or white?
Love,
Is it red or blue?
Sitting here lonely to understand the ways of love;
So tell me if you know the colour of love.
I am sitting here under a mango tree to think about it,
What is the colour of love?
Somebody should tell me now.
Love,
Is it green or yellow?
Love,
Is it brown or violet?
Oh what a lonely place to think about love!
The sun shines in all directions but,
The shade of this mango tree is my home;
Somebody should tell me the colour of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Universal Traveler
Universal Traveler - Air
(Talkie Walkie; Trans. by Tish)
I know so many
Places in the world
I follow the sun
In my silver plane
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
If you have a look
Outside on the sea
Everything is white
It's so wonderful
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
I met so many
People in my life
I've got many friends
Who can care for me
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Trust fills everywhere ?
And tomorrow
Is a brand new day
Let's go somewhere else
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
song performed by by Air
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Black Widow
I just love my nightmares
I cant wait to sleep
Enjoying all my dreams
Got no regrets
I can be a flash of lightning
Striking down on rocks
Burning down the law
Getting things I never got
Turning the world
Nothing unheard
One night can be more than a day
Just like a black widow
Like a black widow
I cant stand the dreamers
Scared of things that fly
They just have sweet fantasies
And fade and die
Nightmares - are so good, so good
And they always end just when they should
Nightmares are cool, nightmares are cruel
I love the fun and the thrill
Just like a black widow
Like a black widow
Black widow
Just like a black widow
Here comes the morning
And who can deny
Leaving the dream is so hard
I love my nightmares
I await their return
And this time, Im dressed to kill, dressed to kill
Just like a black widow............
song performed by by U. D. O.
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To eat, not to be eaten
He wanted some time
to be away from his wife
so that he can have time
spent with some women.
He had a pleasant moment.
He never thought that
that much time at that time,
his wife was left free
for other men to be happy with.
Every one wants to eat
but not to be eaten.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Into it all the same.
At a distance, a flower is noted by its colour.
Once into it, the purpose of the colour is over.
Only the nectar of the flower matters.
Pleasure is drawn in churning to honey the nectar.
A wise man makes variety from his clay
rather than buying varying makes.
23.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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