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Blue and Yellow!

The creeper slowly climbs with slender tentacles,
The moisture of love that feed and flow with no obstacle,
Under the cold shine and hot rain, you and me,
Lessons felt, shared, absorbed and created,
The green grass under the ocean of salinity,
Where the green turtles feast frantically,
Velvety meadows to the distance eye can see,
Where the cattle and horses nibble the young leaves,
Colors of rainbows shaded on the grains, fruits and vegetables,
Where the machine and human toil to reap the sweat of our union,
You are the light and I am the universal solvent,
When the love between us is disturbed and destroyed,
What can they do with barren land and concrete jungles?

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Green And Red

Colors we love and make
Most prominent are
Green and Red
Since we are made from
the green of plants
filled with chlorophill
and we made
Of haemomoglobin
Deriving from fruits
Nuts and grains of plants
And the birds and animals
Who eat them, we cannot
Survive without the green
In this blue planet
Full of trees, plants and grass
To end up in them
Through the soil
Which feeds all colors
So dear to eyes and brains.

Ravikiran Arakkal

poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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The Land Is Green

The land is green
It is just green
Do not see any other colour
That will make you not to cultivate

The land is green
It must be green
Avoid the deceit of the unpatriotic
They have only their interest at heart

The land is green
It will remain green
Speak not with the double minded.
Nothing positive will come from them

The land is green
For our crops to grow
For our next generation to feed
Our land is meant to be green

poem by Chika Ogbonna
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Green, green and green

I want a holiday with a scene
Of green, green and green

A summer of green trees
A landscape of green grass
A view full of green vegetables

The colour green
Is a beauty that must be seen!
From a moving vehicles screen

And while we hold onto those machines
That deprives us of the colour green
Remember they provide us vaccines
As well as help the air to be clean

So for green, green and green
I will travel continents across and in-between
And also to any place that I have never been
I will make it routine
Just to see green, green and green

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Shades Of Love (In The Light)

Light is love
Come after the flames
Illuminate bliss in every eyes
Once it comes, lift life high
Darkness cant even deny
Because love is the light
And truth don't lie

Colors of seven
Spectrum in one
One is only a love
And love is the light

From the highest dark sky pointed by the brightest stars
Rolling on the driest land into the deepest oceans
And light illuminates love on any edges it found
Blessed life we may see but a blessing shine we cant count

Let miracle of love bright
As it delivered by the light
So colors of seven freely fly
So blue when it touches the sky
Kisses on the roses, turn petals red
Yellow shining gold, when it warming the sun
Walking shine in the desert, growing green in every step
Spectrum blended into shines for light shading life

Colors in each of you, color in me
Let our spectrum be one
Only one
One is our love
and love is the light
May forever it brighten our hearts

poem by Unwritten Soul
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The Final Word

while looking up at the stars in the sky
i saw a light flicker by.
i jumped up startled as to what it could be
so i searched the sky very slowly.
than high in the sky i saw that light
coming down slowly and getting bright.
it appeared to be a flight of steps coming down
and someone at the top not making a sound.
he slowly descended until i could see
that it was an angel with wings so large and white.
my-oh-my! what a sight.

and as he got to the bottom he said to me
the lord sees so much suffering and aches and pains
and he is not the one to blame.
man has created this hell on earth
there are so many wars in different nations
this is only mans creations.
why can''t humanity see all it has done
that global warming is blocking the sun.
i have given you everything that you need to survive
but you choose to live a lie.
i gave you fruits and vegetables and grain and wheat
everything you need to eat.
i gave you water for thirst
sea creatures and land animals to feed your hunger
did i make a blunder?
why can't you enjoy the fruits of life
and stop destroying the world i created.
with all your technology you still fail to see.
that this is not what was meant to be.
this world was created to give you all that you
could possibly want or need
but you choose your selfish greed
so before my angels start to depart
i tell you this'take heart'.
accept all that i have given you
before it destroys you.

poem by Louis Rams
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A lane in England

In autumn I walked in England
in a lane full of trees
where leaves lay auburn
on a road wet from rain.

Barren, stripped oak trees
were between other green ones
and it was as if I was going
right through a tunnel
with here and there trees
of which the leaves were more yellow.

In the distance the road bended to the right
where a bush fence
cut neatly square
and telephone poles
ran along the edge of the road

and the green moss banks
were covered with auburn leaves
at places
and on the other side
of the road
a shrub stretched out green and long
like a sausage
that was lying next to the road

and I would love
to have a lane like that
next to my driveway.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Tell The Colors Of Devil!

When happiness is absorbed,
The harmony is not reflected.
When the innocence is stolen and absorbed,
The peace is not reflected.
When all good emotions are absorbed,
The useful actions are not reflected.
When all colors are absorbed to be black,
What goodness can be reflected?

Evils have many colors on the screen,
When colors of cruelty and sadism scream,
the skull and broken bones of human,
have become the symbol to threaten,
and warn the danger, red can flow,
to our minds to scare us to be nymphs,
all these colors have the right effect,
when it is dark and the sun is out.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Beauty of Spring

it starts with the grass
slowly, blade by blade
growing, sprouting, covering
while more beauty is made

the green of the grass
then the green of the trees
slowly, but early showing
the small but budding leaves

the early flowers
pouring color and beauty
a still bland land
but now with color to see

the birds coming back
with their squawks and their tweets
the bround growing warm
beneathe my bare feet

the bunnies and the squirrels
the turtles and the snakes
the fish swimming free
in the thawing lakes

the beauty of Spring
with new life all around!
the coming of pure beauty
with the thawing ground

poem by Kellsey Hartmann
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Summer’s Dance (Pantoum)

Summer rainbow's ribbon still stretches in the blue rain
As green snakes dance to the tune of charmer’s jazz flutes
Blue butterflies chase velvety bumblebees singing duets in vain
Summer laughs around red velvety roses and green fruits

As green snakes dance to the tune of charmer’s jazz flutes
Summer's ends her path over meadow, with a dream of green
Summer laughs around red velvety roses and green fruits
Moon shines behind the barrier of cloud's fence, as a queen.

Summer's ends her path over meadow, with a dream of green
Into the autumn's sky with puffs of cotton clouds and floating light
Moon shines behind the barrier of cloud's fence, as a queen.
With dancing, green shadows sprites appear all round the sight.

Into the autumn's sky with puffs of cotton clouds and floating light
Blue butterflies chase velvety bumblebees singing duets in vain
With dancing, green shadows sprites appear all round the sight.
Summer rainbow's ribbon still stretches in the blue rain.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Autumn's Grace

The autumn’s dream may keep its dying grace
With flecks and shades of bleeding leaves and yellow.
The cold wind's scorch may wither the green’s space,
When fruits of green a bit more need to mellow.

And autumn’s tear on every leaf perceives
The cold wind, which scorches green so cruelly,
Till glass fleck shade of bleeding yellow leaves
The living world to meet its ground so coolly.

And autumn’s red may silence the bird’s voice,
When shivers of the tree the rain embrace
And nature's hide, having no other choice.
The winter slowly comes showing her white face.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Oh! Green, Stay Green!

In the brilliant spectrum of rainbow hues,
Oh, Green! Thou art a ravishing shade.

You glow and fade in distant skies,
You hide beneath the oceans deep,
You make the Earth so cheery to live,
You ward off famine and assure wealth,
You signal movement and ensure health,
You sooth the eyes and cool the hearts.

In the brilliant spectrum of rainbow hues,
Oh, Green! Thou art a ravishing shade.

Green is the garb; God gave the Earth to wear,
Green is the harbinger of blooming spring,
Green – the forests that is home to beasts,
Green – the meadows, where the cattle graze,
Green – the prairies that stretch afar,
Green – the lawns that adorn the homes,
Green – the tuft of grass that grows beneath,
Green – the unripe fruits that hangs from boughs.

In the brilliant spectrum of rainbow hues,
Oh, Green! Thou art a ravishing shade.

But Alas! The Green is fast fading out,
The verdant Earth, turned into an arid stretch,
Life made so horrid for man and beast,
And Nature mourns her doleful plight,
Toil hard to usher the Green again,
Never let the trees fall and rot,
Take from Nature just enough to make you go,
And keep in reserve what is due for the ones to come!

In the brilliant spectrum of rainbow hues,
Oh, Green! Thou art a ravishing shade.

poem by Valsa George
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From A Train

Green and green; and evergreen
in my all, and scurrying
in flickered films
of glimpses, painted green...
and a car in the lane silently shimmers,
as I hear the morning swaying past trees that,
green over green,
silently guard the wet summer sadness,
where cattle stare at the hopping rooks
and do not know
of the things that have been...
or care.

Cloudly and bright:
passing the green.
Where, in my remembrance of once long ago,
I felt the mist
rising unseen from the grass
that was green between green
when we kissed.

So I hum a small phrase
that carries my thoughts
ever and onwards,
listlessly flowing
like the world that is passing
the window beside me
all behind all, so totally green
and all in my knowing
and all in my all
and all in my green.

poem by Peter Jones
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When Green Leaves Come again

WHEN green leaves come again, my love,
When green leaves come again,--
Why put on such a cloudy face,
When green leaves come again?

'Ah, this spring will be like the last,
Of promise false and vain;
And summer die in winter's arms
Ere green leaves come again.

'So slip the seasons--and our lives;
'T is idle to complain:
But yet I sigh, I scarce know why,
When green leaves come again.'

Nay, lift up thankful eyes, my sweet!
Count equal, lost and gain:
Because, as long as the world lasts,
Green leaves will come again.

For, sure as earth lives under snows,
And Love lives under pain,
'T is good to sing with everything,
'When green leaves come again.'

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Emerald Green

Emerald green is the colour of life and of the springtime,
Conveying harmony, joie de vivre and most important, love
Emerald green retains its lively vigour all the time
In all nuances, like those wonderful green eyes that rove.

Sunlight dances across the Gulf of Mexico, a lovely place
With emerald green waters and very hot white sand.
Moreover, we see this green in a forest, a darker space,
Or we can see it in the green grass in the Spring land,

A metallic green body with small yellow sweet stripes
And emerald eyes has the Hine’s emerald dragonfly.
Nymphs hatch in marshes high in sedge meadows,
When sheds its skin and emerges an adult to fly.

A mineral emerald green contains the Romanesque murals.
The old Masters used verdigris for them and copper green
To make a deep brown, mixed it with sulfur-containing colors,
Such as cadmium yellow, vermilion or blue-ultramarine.

The green we see in December represents the evergreen tree,
A symbol of life continuing even in that dark day.
We look to the pins and the rhododendrons and we agree
That greenery will return to the world again someday.

The green chosen for the color scheme of Christmas night
Is emerald green, that deep, pure, clear green inside
That seems to shine with light, in the season of white
When there isn't much natural green available outside.

A very ambitious plant is hymenaea courbaril, the tree named Amber
It has the most attractive emerald-green heart shaped leaves.
Like Orchid Tree, so pleasing to the eye with their alluring shimmer.
Lycopersicon esculentum has emerald green tomatoes with dark green stripes.

With this emerald green Van Gogh wanted to paint plastic correctly
Maybe his eyes saw a special nuance, after cutting his ear
He worked alla prima, on to the canvas painting directly
From his imagination and from reality, making the image believable.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Looking Back At The Greens

i too look back at those green things
from the point of view of my
green thumb
a vegetable garden without an aphid on a leaf
a row of roses, lush green leaves
and red blooms
some petals falling due to the
wind
a line of green mint trees along the path
leading to the highway
sounds of motors threatening what green there is
i come back and settle on this patch
of green meadows
and grass and gray shade
my own shadow cast
on the huge gabi leaf.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The meadows.

The green velvety grass land,
Sway back and forth with band,
I am a seed with the woody gene,
Dispersed in various meadows of greens,
Alpine is so steep with pride and intelligence,
Even I sprout and can't hold the terrain,
Elevated people may have the wisdom,
Trees seldom find solace in such stardom.
Prairies are my next target,
Where I want to try my luck,
Caught with notorious angry wildfire,
Thirsty drought, no life tree can prosper.
When coastal meadows are full of salty sweats,
The desert meadows are hot tempered,
Wet meadows are full of river of tears,
Not compatible for me to grow and fruit.
Not suitable for me to have life and laughter.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Jungles of Green

Jungles of Green many have seen
Jungles of Concrete few have seen
But when the few see what the many have seen
They wonder
Where had they been

poem by Anil Maheshwari
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God is at Work...

When winter’s barren twigs
Get clothed by leaves all green,
And buds that blossom forth
To flow’rs that turn to fruits...

When barren bosoms spring
With signs of new offspring,
Which Nature does with ease,
And bliss on earth, they bring...

When human efforts fail
Containing some disease,
Miraculous cures come
To ones that pray to God...

Just trust in Almighty
To get things done on earth;
The Omnipotent God
Is loving, caring Lord.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-04-2011

poem by John Celes
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And we will call it Britain

Crisp green the stems of daffodils
That brave in spring cold sun
Soft tender green the hawthorn buds
Unfurled with winter done
Bright green the fresh leaves on the limes
That verdant branches lace
Dark green the lily’s slender shoot
That moist earth, piercing breaks

But greenest of all that is green
An island Earth did make
And we will call it Britain
Natures green estate

poem by Egal Bohen
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The Rain Maker

Dull clouds shade the bright stars in the sky
Bring rain to fuel my desire.
Bring rain to feed the masses.
Bring rain to make the world green and lively
Then shoo the clouds away to begin a new day.

Created by the man above
To give life the world below
Supplied by Mother Nature
And Father Earth to provide life
So that man can exist, live, and work for a better future.

Man sows the land and seeds the dirt.
Flowers sprout, bountiful vegetables.
Powerful smells of the future so bright.
Love and nourishment for the masses
Become the Rain Maker.

It is His gift to man.
Rain shrouds the gray sky.
He makes the rain so we can live
To serve Him on the mortal lands.
He is the Rain Maker.

poem by Megan Ayscue
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