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Pragmatic Tones

What use is color
In the monochromatic
Fractures we call lives?
We siphon out an array
Of prosaic grays,
And paint a pedestrian
Portrait of the world.
We conceal our existence
Looking for reality.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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The Flat Horizon

(wang chung)
I wanna paint your portrait in bright color
I wanna paint the lines in red and blue
I wanna make your eyes appear like starlings
Saying, darling, I love you!
I wanna set your face upon a landscape
I wanna show the love and toil and sweat
I wanna show your beauty like a crystal
In an all-night launderette
Chorus:
Oh this line is the flat horizon
And you are the shape on the left
Oh this line is the flat horizon
And this is the sun in the sky
Oh this line is the flat horizon
And makes the great divide
Between heaven and angels
And earth and men
I wanna show what lies beneath the surface
In little squares of purple, green and gold
So everyone can see their own reflection
In the mirror of your soul
I wanna paint your arrogance and beauty
I wanna paint the way you laugh at me
I wanna paint the world in which I see you
Fixed for all eternity
Repeat chorus
I wanna paint your portrait in bright color
I wanna paint your personality
I wanna show the world just how I see you
I wanna show the world just how I see you
You know that only I can guarantee you
Precious immortality
Precious immortality
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Wang Chung
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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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Yes You May Paint My World

be ready
paint my world
be patient
it is not as white
as a canvass
to start with

i am spotted
like gerard manley hopkins
with his cow
and this trout

i have some
red marks on
my heart and
some stains
in my brains

i am dark
and you will need
nothing black

paint me
with the color
of gentleness
and the color
of your concern

i am not really
lovable but
you may paint
me with the colors
of your love

if you have doubts
don't worry
make something
abstract about me
i won't bother
i am your brother

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The color of the dream

dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life

in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins

so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind

in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny

we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,

our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God

dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life

' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '

poem by Antonio Liao
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Tsholofelo, My Hope (A tribute to the Asian & African women I have lived with)

How shall I paint your portrait?
In purple, in black, in green...
Passionate and romantic...
Dancing a woman's tango.

Tsholofelo, I see you
primed in blue maid's uniform
serving hot coffee or tea
in locked executive rooms.

in construction work: digging;
chipping boulder's; sweating black;
climbing, laying hollow blocks;
looking sturdy; undaunted.

How shall I paint your bright hope?
In your womb, a child so dear;
Trapped in a world so unfair
Where diamonds are not rare.

How shall I paint your portrait?
Purple with your bleeding heart;
Black with your skin so unspoiled;
Green with your unfailing hope.

poem by Remedios Nalundasan-Abijan
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I do not paint a portrait to look like the subject, rather does the person grow to look like his portrait.

quote by Salvador Dali
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The reason that I'm an actor, or an artist, is ultimately because I'm trying to paint a self-portrait, and the most complete and beautiful self-portrait that you can.

quote by Terrence Howard
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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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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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Call Me

Written by harry, moroder
Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where youre coming from
Call me on the line
Call me, call me any anytime
Call me, my love, you can call me any day or night
Call me!
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
Ill never get enough
Emotions come, I dont know why
Cover up loves alibi
Call me on the line
Call me, call me any anytime
Call me oh my love
When youre ready we can share the wine
Call me
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love
Ooh, amore, chiamami (chiamami)
Oo, appelle-moi, mon cherie (appelle-moi)
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyway!
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day, anyway!
Call me my love
Call me, call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me, call me for some overtime
Call me my love
Call me, call me in a sweet design
Call me, call me for your lovers lovers alibi
Call me on the line
Call me, call me any anytime
Call me
Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah
Call me my love
Call me, call me any anytime

song performed by by Tiffany
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Paint for me in light a portrait of their life’s.

Beyond rubber, beyond friction
Escapist souls run deranged,
Estranged husbands, bored house wives
Take out advertisements in local papers,
Selling their bodies, selling their souls.
Each conceal their stories. Paint for me
In light a portrait of their life’s.

poem by David Lacey
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How happily you do the acting!

You are happy in this world
How happily you do the acting!
Happiness is a big fling!
How hard you try to conceal!
The real truth, your eyes reveal.

How hard you try to conceal!
How hard you try to do the acting!
No one loves any one
We love ourselves the most and crave for it
Rest is for the lust and for the benefit.

How hard you try to conceal the beast
No matter how, you are, small or big!
This is a real lip service
No one loves progress and peace.

How deep is the colour of your face- paint!
How hard you try to become a saint!
Whatever camouflage you adopt to conceal
The real intention, the acts of you reveal.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Build eternity in your Mind

the child moulds the best quality of spirit and soil; breathe
the eternal gift of life by the giver of life, the purest of soul
inherited by the pre-existed being in the universe, before
time comes into existence

the birth becomes the only contact of profane material
in the given ground to subdue, to live, to survive of what is
reality in this earthly place of immortal aura, the inner force
given by the beyond conquers known the most challenging
wave of reality, the eye that close the window of the world,
the spirited world that mankind lives, a reality that all has no
chance to swift, but to swim and lay our card according to
what our experiences man possess

all, the world gives; the family, the profession, the children,
the dream of tomorrow, our very own desire and the faith
as it lives on in our innermost feeling is just all the wisdom to
go, the spirited soul comes to experienced the fundamental
avenue of going to heaven, a vision that all dream of and live
where the sun whiten the cloth of everlasting glory with God

the moulds which you where made, comes to worship, the
beginning of your dominion in each heart, a perfect day of
reckoning heart to live in the shelter of God haven, as the
soul swings to the timing of pendulum of perfect world, the
man entity transform into a god like aura of heavenly best,
for the end has change the beginning of love in the
end time with God forever

build the beginning of your mind an entity to live with the
most high in the paradise, where all is call to live with God
in a place call ……. Pleroma of end time

poem by Antonio Liao
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Society of Poets

bring all the cymbals and the tambourine, and we
will make a holiday; with the paint all can color the
day of today that last for a lifetime, a happy endless
ending of what the future brings

come little soldiers of the time, forward the pen
and the load your body with the mind that savory the
essence of the every events, always see and dance
with the rhyme and sing every lyric the moment that
you put your ink in the pen

countless footprints can be print in the brush you
hold any time the color surpass, make it beautiful and
furnished it with emotion, a feeling that nobody had
ever made, only thy faithful heart can read the
meaning of the day

let the east and the west poets rejoice for in every
joy and happiness, the world remember our call, the
heart that is posted in the soul, revive the spirit of we
always call, may peace reborn in every move, and as
the day will never end; the hour will be the same again

what a lucky day, where all poets of the world would
always stay in the pen their heart makes all the way,
ink the paper and paint your design in the frame you
hold, live and share the legacy the beauty of yesterday

society of poets......... the heart of the past and the soul
of today

poem by Antonio Liao
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Build the trust

You forgot the to color yellow
For sun shine's glow
Paint again and allow
Sign of sacrifice to grow

Paint also the rainbow
That may bring fine glow
On human faces
That is engulfed by races

Each color represents significance
Not realized by all at once
They are mood of nature
Our pride and future

No color can be neglected
As they are not selected
They are interwoven
As if words unspoken

They are our part
We must allow them not to depart
They should stay and inspire us
Build the confidence and trust

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Color Me

I wish that they would color me
The color of the rose
The color of the spring
Or the color of the snow.
If again they’d color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color I could see
As long as I am free.
As I wish that they would color me
The color of the trees
Or the color of the leaves
And then that color I would be.
I wish that I was a rainbow
With the many colors of the sky
Or the single color of a star
Shimmering in the night.
And if again they would color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color that is me
Is the color that I could see.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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The Minimalist

Crimson Is The Color.

'Where?
I don't see it.'

The fingerprint.
The artist has signed this painting,
Or lack of it shown...
With just his thumbprint.

'How did you know,
Crimson Is The Color...
Was the title of this 'piece'?
I see absolutely nothing.'

Look at the thumbprint.
What color is it?
They call him 'The Minimalist'.

'But...
Where is the other part of the frame?
Only half of it appears on the portrait.
Or whatever this 'blank' canvas is called.'

That's why he is called, The Minimalist.
You have to find the meaning within yourself.

'At 'that' price?
I can buy a brand new car.'

That's nothing.
I invested in one of his prized portraits.
Entitled, 'Blocked Nose'.
You should see it.
I have it hanging over my mantle.
Right above the fireplace.

'And you can't get one poetry reading?
And this guy is making a fortune?
You need a manager.'

Yeah.
You might be right.
But what I do isn't considered 'art'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Portrait of life...

Awakened to the rough sketch of another morning,
The birth of this new day but a canvass of new creation,
The pallette of life felt in every breath and sense I feel,
My portrait slowly takes shape as the day unfolds,
I am the artist painting life upon another days canvas,
The beauty I preceive has influence on those around me,
For I possess a power within known to all true poets,
The power to paint a beautiful landscape of hope,
Or to darken man's reality with visions of despair,
What picture of eternity shall you paint upon life's journey? ...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

quote by Frida Kahlo
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Ode to the color blue

There’s ever so much more to blue
Than just a color
It’s as much an emotion
As it is a hue

Blue is the tender soul
Of sky, flower and ocean
And the blessing and bane
Of me and you

Dye of desperation
Paint of despair
Wistful wash of wisdom
And the pale shade of prayer

A name for a pet
A descriptor of sea
Four letter word…Tho’
The best one that could be

It is substance, it has meaning
Is nothing, yet so many things…
All the while, tis just a color
Only a color, ...yet a color with wings

poem by David Whalen
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