Rose Coloured Glasses
(scott mccarl)
Im an ivory tower boy
Never quite put down the toys
I always think the best of them all
I see only sunny skies
With the wool over my eyes
I never seem to find the crack or the fault
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured rose
Its a funny sort of haze
All full of dreams of yesterdays
And the dreams are so real you could cry
And you know the grass is green
On the side youve never seen
And the thought is what helps you get by
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured rose
As I grow a little more
Wonder what this all is for
And the brass ring is slipping away
I would keep the glasses near
And would shed a quiet tear
And maybe smile inside as I say
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured...
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Rose Coloured Glasses
I look at the world
through rose coloured glasses.
I see no evil
only good everywhere.
I see no conflict
only out reaching helping hands.
It only the world could be
the way I see it through my rose coloured glasses,
what a wonderful
world it would be.
Where everyone
would be happy and be free.
poem by David Harris
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2. Rose Tinted
Through rose coloured glasses
The world just looks pink
They don’t change a thing
Half as much as you think
So if things look pink
There will be no surprise
If I were to tell you
You’ve rose coloured eyes
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Ivory Tower
Chorus:
When you come down
From your ivory tower
You will see how it really must be
To be like me to see like me
To feel like me
Take a look at me Im a poor mans son
I never did no harm to no one
Youve got money in the bank
And I dont have none
When you come down etc etc....
Bridge:
You can see through
Your rose coloured glasses
In a world that seems
Like glamour to you
Youve got opinions and judgements about
All kind of things
That you dont know anything about
Dont you know the price that I have to pay
Just to do everything I have to do
Do you think that theres nothing to it
You should try it sometime
When you come down etc etc....
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Black, White Or Coloured
I was born black and you were born white or coloured;
But we all came from the lovely hands of the Creator,
Because the Creator loves colours!
And like the muse of the rainbow seen across the sky.
I am always black! !
In the sun, in sickness and even when i die;
But the Creator made it so,
And i will be buried as a black when i die.
You were born white or coloured,
But you came out of the womb with the colour of the rose!
And you became whit eor coloured in the process of your growth,
But you are always blue when it is cold.
You do turn green when there is fear in your eyes!
But yellow when you are sick;
And like the various colours of the rainbow as seen across the sky,
But you will be grey when you die.
This shows that i am always black from birth to death,
But you do have various colours to satisfy your muse like the rainbow;
So you are more coloured than i am in this life,
And we all know the reality of these facts on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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~...In Days Of Yore~
A different sort of glimmer
'Tis shed in Spring time days
Along the red rose gardened path
Where youth and love once stayed
The Light shed 'twas much brighter
The air fresh with a rose kissed mist
The arms of my cherished lover
Brought us together with eternal kiss
But those days they are gone forever
Aging dreams of a rose coloured lane
When my youth took me to higher altitudes
And kept at bay any shred of pain
poem by Theodora Onken
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A Natural Green
Who coloured the green trees?
Who coloured the green grass?
Who coloured the green hills?
How about my green spider plant? ?
Green, Green, you are so glorious green...
An abundance of beautiful green, not coloured, but just natural and kind.
Makes me wonder how your creation of green came to life....
A ride on a helicopter over the huge Rain Forest and see nothing, but acres & acres of simply gorgeous green!
Green, Green, you are so glorious green...
An abundance of beautiful green, not coloured, but just natural and kind.
Makes me wonder how your creation of green came to life...
GREEN, I admire and respect the vitality you bring in the air that I breathe...
poem by Premila Patel
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0271 The Covering
It was not bright enough, not bright enough
to show itself to them, to all; to tempt
the world to bring it gifts; the coloured wool
would say to them look here, look here
it was not strong enough, not strong enough
to meet the heat, the cold; to venture
in the world’s bright gifts; the coloured wool
would warm it in the cold, the cold
it was not safe enough, not safe enough
to shield itself from hurt; to live its life
amid the strong, the weak; the coloured wool
would hide it from the hurt, the hurt
there was not care enough, not care enough;
the wool was knotted; slipped and slid
around its centre there; the coloured wool
is knotted here and here and here
there is not time enough, not time enough
to free the wool; the wool it would cast off
from off its centre there; the coloured wool
that never was the need, the need
there were not words enough, not words enough
to free itself; itself which never had the need
to bind itself in coloured wools; it did not trust
the bright, the strong, the safe, the care, the time.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Rhapsody In Blue (Rose: Frantasia)
Although named Rhapsody in Blue, it's commonly agreed,
It's iridescent purple hue... Rose of the Year, indeed!
It's got a fragrance that enchants the disenchanted soul
And so we ask, let it enhance, for beauty is its goal!
Of all the flowers gardens share, this rose deserves its place.
It radiates both style and flair, puts smiles on every face...
The Main Road that we daily walk involves us to the hilt.
When we're at home, we sit and talk, so tired that we wilt...
Perhaps it's then that we look out to see this rose in bloom...
Remembering, without a doubt, its God-blessed sweet perfume!
Buy other coloured roses, too, for rainbows here on Earth!
Yes, credit where credit is due... for every rose has worth!
poem by Denis Martindale
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You and The Roses
A red rose is red flower,
A lavender is purple blue
All that is good,
All that is true.
Sky of colour blue,
The skies that are blue
When I feel blue
Give me a rose that's blue.
And these beautiful roses blue
They're coloured in red and blue
Only and only for you.
The sweetest flowers that blows,
I give you as we feel blue.
For you, it's a rose blue,
For me, it's my heart.
Give you a rose a day,
It makes me feel blue.
That's You and
The roses which are blue.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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First rose
A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.
A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.
And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.
She took the oak to make the parting,
‘Here! ’ a presentation startling.
Drawing deep through radiant lips, she
Kissed her very dream: a crimson rose.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Susan - teddy bear
When I spotted her in the charity shop,
I instantly fell in love, and had to stop.
I saw this cute and cuddly teddy bear
Sat there, all on her own, upon a chair.
I did do my very best, to try and resist,
But she was just too good to be missed.
She has such soft, honey coloured fur.
I couldn't help myself from loving her.
She has a cute copper coloured nose.
Around her neck, is a ribbon of rose.
She is blessed with bright, beady eyes.
Each night, in bed, with me, she now lies.
I hold her in my arms, and squeeze her tight,
And hold her soft paw, all through the night.
She was a real bargain, at just over two pounds.
My new furry friend, I feel glad to have found.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Melting Pot
Take a pinch of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Oh like a curly latin kinkies
Oh lordy, lordy, mixed with yellow chinkees, yeah
You know you lump it all together
And you got a recipe for a get along scene
Oh what a beautiful dream
If it could only come true, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough enough enough to take
The world and all its got
And keep it stirring for
A hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Rabbis and the friars
Vishnus and the gurus
We got the beatles or the sun god
Well it really doesnt matter
What religion you choose
And be thankful little mrs. graceful
You know that livin could be tasteful
We should all get together in a lovin machine
I think Ill call up the queen
It s only fair that she knows, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough enough enough to take
The world and all its got
And keep it stirring for
A hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Coffee coloured people
Coffee coloured people
Coffee coloured people by the score
song performed by by Culture Club
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Glasses That See Love
I go thru life with my eyes wide open
searching for that true love I'm craving to find,
only to see these rose-tinted glasses are
making my vision partiality blind.
Yet I do know what would be
in store,
I'd take the glasses off and no longer get the
chance to see
the beauty of romance that I've been waiting for,
the intensifying rose color,
as in a precious rose will always remains the core,
for it is the
lasting rose colored hue,
that by which makes all true love true.
poem by Linda I. Weischedel
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Just One Rose...
that's a homework i need you to tell me if i should hand it to the teacher or not...(:
just one rose, a pretty rose...
just one rose for me with no coze...
just one rose pure and true...
just one rose for me is all i can do...
just one rose somewhere out there...
just one rose for me to care...
just one rose when dark days prevail...
just one rose when people only use petrail...
just one rose and all the time...
just one rosefor me is a crime...
poem by rose of death XxX
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Dark Rose
a dark rose growing from the dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on this dark night
spreading its petals of darkness
for a dreamer dark dream
on a fine morning
when the darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
to embrace it's light
with so much light
turning into something
of a reddish blood
coloured rose
something glowing like
the blood of pain
but still dark
like the one last night.
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Ts'ai Chi'h
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
poem by Ezra Pound
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Yesterday And Today***(What About Tomorrow?)
The dusty lanes of yesterday
....Have been repaved with Concrete
...Nothing Iffy about my steps....
....In this day of loves bittersweet!
Back in the day of Rose coloured glasses
...Back in the day of the yellow
...Brick Road...
Back in the day when i could do no wrong, ha!
...Has been replaced by a heavier
...Load...
I carry it with me upon my shoulders
...Broad and strong and tough
...Skinned...
Remembering all of my yesterdays
...Recalling the situations i was in
Those dusty days and lanes are gone now
...Reality has bore her oft' ugly
...Head...
And so i take softer and slower steps
...Remembering all the wrongs
...That i said...
For back in the days of yore
...Back in the days of
...Before...
I was my very own worst enemy
...Always act before i would
...See...
And end up emotionally, and totally information poor
poem by Theodora Onken
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Stay
You say you gotta go now
Well thats ok
Run away
Like some lost child
You say I never cared much
Thats no lie
Run away
Dont waste your time
You never listen
You never did
But before you walk away
Theres just one thing Ive got to say
Stay
Why wont you stay
Run away
Like some black rose
You say I never loved you
So youre taking sides
But when there seems no reason
Its just jealousy and pride
You never listen
You never did
But before you walk away
Theres just one thing Ive got to say
Stay
Why wont you stay
Run away
Like some black rose
But bfore you walk away
Theres just one thing Ive got to say
Stay
Why wont you stay
Run away
Like some black rose
Kisses over oceans like scarlet coloured knives
The universal wheel that dominates our lives
Run away
Like some black rose
Repeat 3 times
song performed by by Omd
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One Rose
Rose
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each bruise
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you cheated
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you forced me
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each pointless arguement
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each crime
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you try to end me
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
How many more can I live through?
poem by Lexie Night
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Green Rose
I am a green rose
No one can see me
Because I wont show myself
My real self
All around me are red roses
I am a green rose
Its not impossible to find me
Just try, keep a search
Were am I
Were you can find me
Inside
Not a red rose
I’m a green rose
I’m hard to find
Impossible to think of
Amazing in the inside
Good color
Forget those red roses
I’m a green rose
Different
Different is always better
People like different
Seeing a green rose
Shocks the world
I not like a red rose
Never
Red roses are always the same
Like a clique
There is only one green rose
that’s me
I’m a green rose
Beautiful, Different, Pure Beauty
poem by November Nelson
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