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Walking With the Senses

My invisible feet make themselves
Stick up under my thick pink and white blanket:

Closer to my body than I'd like.
I never stop begging my legs to grow.

My circle pink-edged mirror gazes up with its silver eye
At the white ceiling - not receiving a stare in return.

If the flowers embedded in my blanket could talk -
They'd say 'With the senses forever walk.'

poem by Amy Marie
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Perceptions of Pink

You asked me the other day if I saw in pink.
I wasn’t so much surprised by the question
(because I knew neon was how you saw the world)
as I was caught off-guard by it;
no one ever asked me if I saw in color before.

I gave you the first answer that came to mind–
No. I saw the world in cliches and over-used metaphors.
I told you I love anything average and sappy.
Yet, I started thinking more about pink;
specifically, a handmade, chenille, pastel-pink blanket.

I brought my textured pink close enough to examine,
I saw the threads that were frayed, the ones soft with use,
and the occasional red and white strings not hidden well enough.
I saw the craftsmanship: the passion that moves into forms
and the discipline it takes to create.

If you were to walk by me and my blanket of cliches,
you would say you saw a handmade, chenille, pastel-pink blanket.
I invite you yo look closer, as I have done,
to the red passions, the cool-white of discipline, the interwoven threads,
and you will see that everything is the color pink.

poem by Carrie D'Amato
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this summer she wears her pink kimono
and she will walk under the pink blossoms of the pink sakura
she will carry a pink umbrella
and she will cross the pink bridge of kokoma

pink leaves on her feet
pink fingernails on her pink wooden shoes

in honor of her love
that never bloomed to complete red
she will sit on a pink bench
praying for pink clouds to drift
on the pink skies.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pink Fairy

Standing tiptoe on your doorstep
To welcome you in my arms
Face tilted for a kiss
To envelop you in my charms
Don’t you know me?
I am your pink fairy

Humming our love ballads
As your dinner’s getting done
To cater for the familiar taste buds
With mouth watering temptations
Don’t you see me?
I am your pink fairy

Living together in paradise
Two love birds we were
In the ever blooming gardens
As mates of one another
Don’t you recognize me?
I am your pink fairy

Coming after a decade
And a half of another, exactly
After you on this planet
Our destinies entwined skillfully
Don’t you know me?
I am your pink fairy

When nights candles are lit
Bodies joined together
With fluttering beats we lie
Satiated and glowing over
Don’t you understand me?
I am your pink fairy

Curling up beside you each night
My hair, as your blanket
Enfolding you with golden legs
As your cuddly teddy bear
Don’t you want me?
I am your pink fairy

Being away from you at present
With the vast multitude, to separate
Coming daily in your dreams
Haunting you at times
Don’t you miss me?
I am your pink fairy

Whispering softly your name
Staring at your loving face
From the mirror in your room
Beckoning you all too soon
Don’t you feel me?
I am the pink fairy ……of your dreams
Forever yours….
Ami

poem by Aminath Neena
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Pink Pink

pink pink
Confirmed that it was armed
pink pink
Was right to be alarmed
pink pink
Ensured that nought was harmed
pnk pink
Steady hand and mind
pink pink
Micro-chip designed
pink pink
The password was declined
pink pink
Another course to take
pink pink
Caution not to shake
pink pink
Captivity a mistake
pink pink
Beads upon the brow
pink pink
Experience the how
pink pink
No chance to turn back now
pink pink
Be certain not to slip
pink pink
One last wire to snip
pink pink
Two hearts that skip a beat
penk penk
The sound that gives a lift
penk penk
Time to collect the gift
penk penk
The robbery will be swift

poem by Chris Dawson
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Strong Chill Of Winter

A strong chill of winter
has grasped this country,
the toll of its bitter cold
has the ground covered
in a blanket of thick snow

the fog is lingering over
the thick blanket of snow
dragging down the hope
that the snow is going
to go

in a desprete gaze
i looked out into
the haze of white
but i all i got to see
was the endless amount
of white

poem by Shane Nolan
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A man with a pink umbrella

Pink day
Pink hedge
Pink porch
Pink balcony
Pink woman
Pink ghost on a pink road!
Pink door
Pink hello
Pink dream
Pink sparrow
Pink night

poem by Framarz Bagheri
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Pink Life

Pink flowers
Pink pens
What about a pink life

Pink stars
Pink trees
What a pink life that would be

Pink shoes
Pink dresses
That is the pink fashion life for me!

poem by Claudia Wilson
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Pink

A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
And quaint florescence;
The siren of pubescence
Drew him in.

She bade him touch her hair,
Suggesting that he dare
To kiss her pulsing lips!
E'er the fool a man, he did:
The drips of blood began to cheer -
And so, another rid:

Tips of fangs are sharp, you know -
Dancing ivory feeds her soul -
See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind!

Slain, he lay across a crimson floor:
She grinned in her repletion.

A blush of pink;
Beneath a glowering sky
Her savoured drink
Was done.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sammy, The Nurse...

just a question,
can pink imagine pink?

you are the pink flower
miles away
blooming in the whitest
winter

supple firm pink
the centerpiece of the
earth's
feminine beauty

men can love you
in your imagination

but you telling it
is another consideration

talk about something better
the one that you love
to hold

the one that you can boast
for the night
when you are alone
with lust

talk about cliffs misspelled
about erect postures of
the coconut climber

the wine and the frog legs,
the adventures of the pink soul
do not burp.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pink

Pink handkerchief
'Pink' username
Pink bag
Pink eyeglasses
Pink earrings
A girl in all-pink walking
A girl in all-pink talking
A girl in all-pink eating
A girl in all-pink hurting
A girl in all-pink crying
But a girl in all-pink, dazzling
A boy in a pink t-shirt, bedazzled
by a girl in all-pink
A girl with a Pink Soul.

poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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Pink

Feather light wings that float softly through the air tickled by specks of dust.
Bright white light inflamed with pink and laced with gold.
Raising flowers, changing seasons,
singing in high pitched voices that only children can hear.
Little tiny people in little tiny clothes.
Pink, White and Baby Blue,
Only innocent eyes can see.

Pink nail varnish, Pink lipstick, Pink eye shadow, Pink blusher, Pink clothes that reveal too much Pink skin.
Standing on street corners innocent eyes forgotten.
Long ago were the days when fairies were believed in.
Lost memories and lost dreams,
innocence killed, for a life of nightmares and love ripped at the seams.

poem by Laura Cummings
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To The Other World

try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,

do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body

take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces

this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you

do you ever ask now, where is that other world?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gods Little Forest Creatures

(10/01/11)

All that she knew was that it was a snowy day
And she was in a horse pulled sleigh
The blanket was covering her
From her knees to her feet.
The thermo of hot chocolate was such a treat.

The frozen lake, the snow covered trees
Was truly a sight to be seen.
the birds high up in the trees
Whistling so cheerfully

Singing songs of summers past
And how the winter came so fast.
The ground hog not wanting to come out
He knew well what winter was about.
The ground was covered in a blanket of white
All roads and paths were out of sight.
That did not stop this horse pulled sleigh
He had gone thru this many a day.
He had a covered barn that awaited him
That was the reason he had a grin.
The animals were frantically searching for food
The possums, the raccoons, the rabbits
And The squirrels too.
With one purpose in mind
And that was to stay alive.
As she got to where they were gathered
She pulled out from under her blanket
A five pound bag of peanuts and seed
for her to feed - these poor
Little creatures who always came around
When there was no food to be found.
She was the snow white of this land
Always there to give a hand.
So when you see a squirrel stop and stand
on its hind legs, it’s to see if it is their snow white
Who helped them on this cold winter night.

poem by Louis Rams
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Footprints

Its beautiful outside, an old hand gathers wood,
Can he see me sitting here? his mind is somewhere else.
His friend have flown away, hes left out in the cold.
He wont sit by my fire, he says he likes it in the snow.
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow.
Its getting dark outside, the old hands going home,
Has he someone waiting there? or is he living on his own?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...
White blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see,
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of all that used to be. all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way,
He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.
Its beautiful outside, a magpie looks for food.
The old hand throws a crumb,
Do you think hes found a friend?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...
White blanket, hiding the traces of paths he didnt take
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of moves he didnt make
Oh white blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see
Snow white blanket simply covers the memory
Of all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way
He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Smile

Like the beautiful pink lotus
that blooms in the lake
Hides the weeds with
its blanket of fragnance.

Like the white soft snow
that falls during winter
Covers the bare ground
with its coat of ice.

A smile on the face
hides the sadness of life
From the eyes that stare
for a glimpse of your face.

poem by Sowkoor Nischal Shetty
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Pink

The Pink butterfly
looking like pink shirts,
My pink thoughts
looking like mom's skirt
My inner soul
has a pink ink
love is pink
from the cry of a baby in the sink
pink is nice
I love it to savory perfection
Pink is a man's color
I make it my selection
Pink is the star
that is iridescent
its a half moon
called a crescent
-Pink-
Christian Alexander Williams

poem by Christian Williams
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Angel In Pink Converse

She flew right past me one day,
My eyes must have been blinded by her light,
For seconds later she was gone.
So she must have been an angel,
I fell in love with an angel in pink Converse.

Before I could stop and say ‘hello’,
She’d flown away,
And I could only remember the image of
The angel in pink Converse,
My angel in pink Converse.

If all angels were like she,
I would glad die to join them all,
But could they be more beautiful
Than the angel in pink Converse,
My angel in pink Converse.

Maybe, maybe,
Someday she’ll fly again my way,
And I would stop and talk for awhile,
To the angel in pink Converse,
My angel in pink Converse.
Perhaps they all wear Converse in Heaven?

©Charlie F. Kane

24/04/07

poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Our Blanket

I wanna lay under a heavy blanket with you,
a long cloak
heavy enough to crush fear,
and lack of faith.

A lid for our love,
A closing, a container,
for the whispers,
the mush sound of
our lips pressing together,
Something thick,
to separate us
from the rest of this world.

Something to shield our love,
protect us,
to attach us,
a confinement
of pink love but
purple lust, dipped in creme
and dragged,
pulled, licked, kicked, bit
and kissed by our wet bodies.

Something heavy
that we should lift together,
hold together,
even if it gets heavy, hard
Difficult.

I'll go as long as u want me to,
I'll hold on as long as u want,
Unless youd like for us to dropp it,
like a bomb
I'll let the bomb explode all over us,
leave us laying there,
drenched in that pink love and
dripping in the purple lust,
glistening with happiness.

We could be glistening with happiness,
I could make u glow,
You could make me gleam,
and beam,
like the moon when we're hidden under the heavy blanket.

poem by Carey Noelle
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Pink Pussycat

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Pink pussycat
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Pink pussycat
Where are you
Pink pussycat
Im looking for you
Pink pussycat
Meow meow meow
Pink pussycat
Where ya hiding puss
Pink pussycat
Im coming after you
Im gonna mix yer meow-meows
Pink pussycat
Got you in the car
Pink pussycat
Got you in the backseat
Pink pussycat
I wanna touch yer fur
Pink pussycat
Im gonna see you dance
Pink pussycat
Im gonna stand yer fur on end
Pink pussycat
Sleep inside you
Pink pussycat
Lick you clean
Pink pussycat
Gonna mess you up
Pink pussycat
Im a dog
Pink pussycat
Bow wow wow
Pink pussycat
Gonna chase you
Pink pussycat
Gonna catch you
Pink pussycat
Gonna bite you
Pink pussycat
Tear yer little ears off
Pink pussycat
Meow meow meow
Pink pussycat
Im so stroft

song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A wold made of pink

It's just a new obsession
A color which makes me go insane
Pink is not any kind of fiction
Pink always helps me gain
Faith, confidence and everything I need
Trust, joy and a bit of laughter
This color helps me succeed
Pink is the color of my eyes
Only when I look at you
Pink makes me an angel in disguise
It's the color which brings joy to me and my crew
Pink is a color so mighty, so great
Pink is the color my face
Turns when I'm late
Pink is the color which nothing can replace
It's the color which I can't stop thinking of
Neither day nor night
Pink symbolizes my love
Pink is the color of the light
Which shines in my heart for you
It's the color of a wonderland
This color shouldn't be withdrew
It's the color of my imaginary sand
Pink is the color my cat wants to be
Pink is the color of the sun which shines
Pink is the color the world can see
Pink is the color which gives me signs

poem by Mia Peterson
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