Sleeping in blossoms, plush pillows!
Fleeting dreams, of pink, cloud billows.
Red, orange, purple and golden,
spread over green park, so olden.
Soft, the sighs, as hummingbird flies,
Oft' plagued by purple martin cries.
Falling through petals ~ deep, downy.
Crawling time, scented and drowsy.
I know my people.
I've seen their suffering and their tears,
Their anger and their fears.
I've seen them work amongst the mills,
In cotton and sugar fields.
Working with bleeding hands,
And refusing to give up then.
While tortured with whips and ropes,
And they still believe in hope.
I know my people.
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Drops of Dew
when the darkness fades
the rays of hope
gently kiss my skin,
I open my eys to notice
the glistening rose
in my reach within.
the drops of dew
that she refuses to let go,
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To all you rhymers that like the beat,
come join the rappers on the street.
It's time for us to hear the best,
we gonna put you to the test.
Bring on all words that rhyme,
for every verse must sound sublime.
We got no time for idle sounds,
the finest rhymes will be renowned.
So if you think your game enough,
Let’s hear you play some rapper stuff.
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The blaze is on the blooms, the windows are glazed,
Red berries are ripening, in the new sunshine phase,
Emerald is on the wood, but vivid day is lost in light,
Lazy clouds float on the blue, amid heaven's delight.
The golden glare is everywhere, this early afternoon,
The day is in a heatwave, a sparkle is on the lagoon.
Bright magenta's on the bush, butterflies are flitting,
Evening whispers softly, but as yet, no one's listening.
Apologia in Free Verse (After Too Much Metre)
I meant to speak plainly. To let the thought go unbuttoned,
leaned against a kitchen chair, talking about traffic
or the way light hits the linoleum.
But then—I rhymed.
By accident or reflex or loneliness.
It was you that made me do it—
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I know my people.
I've seen their suffering and their tears,
Their anger and their fears.
I've seen them work amongst the mills,
In cotton and sugar fields.
Working with bleeding hands,
And refusing to give up then.
While tortured with whips and ropes,
And they still believe in hope.
I know my people.
......
All together, let us do the chicken splash,
Seeing how pink-orange sun never lasts.
Don't fight it, red stars are coming soon;
Like the ducks, let dive in stormy lagoon!
Through maroon monsoon, we all dance,
splashing and laughing, in silver romance.
Steel blue skies, cluck cluck. Run amuck!
If still seeking that rainbow, best of luck.
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'Are you okay? '
Am I ok?
I wonder I really do
vines around my throat
dagger In my chest
exhausted to the point
can sleep, can't rest
the indescribable feelings
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From obscurity come the strangers
Fading away, like old dangers.
Walking the street of flowers
more people pass every hour
A few are pleasantry exchangers.
Near my porch, robin sings
Beautiful music for summer swing!
Red berries in a bowl
Kelly green butterfles, on patrol
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