Color Poems
Violet Sundance
by Kirsten Sanders
Amid the vestiges of indigo nocturne,
The sky reverberates with anticipation.
The gradual rhythm of light
Breathes order and motion
Under the receding cloak
Of the once reigning night.
A solar sliver slips:
Belly to the horizon,
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That Summer Afternoon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
On the front porch swing, lost in a world of color,
Darting bluejays and ravishing blossoms sang summer!
Passersby peered at me, then nodded their greetings,
Like the sunshine in your face at butterfly meetings.
The sparkling pond captured perky, honeyed sunbeams,
And reflected blue skies with puffy clouds of cream.
While the lush emerald grass had grown rather tall,
I spotted more violet roses than I had ever recalled.
The Still Hours
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Purple plums were on the table,
With darkest grapes colored sable,
A vase of roses near the door,
Wafting fragrancy like before.
The dawn sun glowed at the windows,
A dreaming world on soft pillows,
The premature clock chimed the hour,
Like fondest hopes before they sour!
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A Butterfly Interlude
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
To a park of blooms graced with charm,
Dancing butterflies came in swarm,
Whose flight seemed synchronized in grace,
In every hue they waltzed in space!
Then as one graced each waiting bloom,
Fragrant as the twilights of June,
And they paused there for endless hours,
As though waiting for moonflowers.
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The Sun Rose Very Rose
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Nighttime ebony hues, turned to lovely shades of rose,
And a creamy moon yet shone, about to make its escape.
The song of praise commenced from the emerald treetops,
And other stirrings began the summer's day happenings.
I had awakened by and by, to dreamy roses in the sky!
I was pleased that day, a golden sun was coming my way,
With beauty in its wake, in charmed customary fashion.
The roses from my garden, sat fragrantly in the vase,
Waiting in silent patience, for deep admiration to go by.
A wonderful beginning to an exceedingly promising day,
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Violet Sundance
by Kirsten Sanders
Amid the vestiges of indigo nocturne,
The sky reverberates with anticipation.
The gradual rhythm of light
Breathes order and motion
Under the receding cloak
Of the once reigning night.
A solar sliver slips:
Belly to the horizon,
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Nuances of Pink
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Water lily lake
in hot pink epoch of sun
Coral lilies bob
Fuchsia flight, dusk melodies
Salmon rose sends scents
Moonlight lake gleams, as
skies darken to amaranth
Pink daisy twilight
Gathering sweet raspberries
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Play With Words
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Life is realizing Words
Many people speak in words
The words that were spoken seemed to be nil with reality
Unlike the Prophets, Apostles, some philosophers and writers who always play
with words, but it is real
When people already have a mandate they usually always betray words
It was as if the words had been sobbed with an utterance on behalf of humanity
and civilization
There are also many poets and philosophers who betray their own words, as if
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Blue Screen
by Ayatullah Nurjati
TV screen or monitor is not a webcam
TV transmitter is definitely not BTS--Microwave is not a gadget Signal Transmitter
The pure blue color clearly differs from the colors with its moving appearance
Even though it is Blue in color and constantly swaying it still displays its original form
Tv always never complains even though he knows that he has been controlled by a power beyond his ability, he always does
It's like a monitor that always follows what the CPU instructs through the processor
They are powerless to refuse what is beyond their command
Even so, he remains committed to his nature to build civilization
Haïti Est Humilié et Trahi
by Hébert Logerie
Haïti est un pays
Trahi par ses généraux et ses propres fils
Haïti est harcelé et humilié
Par ses généreux et ses propres alliés
L’argent, la gloire et le pouvoir
Dominent les actualités
Les apatrides veulent avoir
Tout ce qui a de la valeur
Haïti est dans un terrible malheur.
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