Color Poems
Life for Hue and Me
by Vincent Margiotta
For a country known for its Red, White and Blue,
We often mistake good for bad in people based on their hue
Sometimes, I feel nature is to blame,
But I can’t, because it is a societal game
Politics is played using the folks of hue,
never really helping our brethren,
only looking for that vote or two
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Color Me Slowly
by Joel C
Color me slowly,
lilac mist across my face—
the hush of dusk before I go.
Let soft sky blue gather
across my chest,
a quiet kind of silence
like a cloudless day
hiding me,
like a secret that lingers.
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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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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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Deep Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The rich orange sun is beaming,
We are lost in summer's wild days;
And gardens and parks are teeming.
The rich orange sun is beaming.
The moon is asleep and dreaming.
We are in a sweet redbird phase!
The rich orange sun is beaming.
We are lost in summer's wild days.
Another Shore
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Abstract art reveals the broad, mauve doorway,
To the beautiful world of bold, magical colors,
Of mahogany sunset, with orange, striated display;
Or skewed, vivid homes. Of gem weeping lovers!
The pretty wave of multicolored droplets comes,
And elongated, green flowers wait at sandy shore.
Trees of bicolored blooms, rapturize in two suns.
As ladies walk calico cats. Particolors evermore!
Natural Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flora Jones lived in a pretty, rural area, where the deep green days lasted longer,
And she was a great lover of nature; like the colors of blue skies, getting stronger.
Flora Jones had lively sisters and brothers, and parents who loved them all dearly;
Like clouds move aside some satin nights, so pink stars can be seen more clearly.
Flora and her siblings had a few beloved pets, but many other wild animal friends;
More fun than a barrel of monkeys, like when arced, double rainbow condescends.
Living amid changing, changeless greenery, loving the beautiful was only natural;
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by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Wind wafting wisteria blooms, so gently;
In the purple haze of laid-back summer.
Milky moon gazes through onyx, intently
Red rose shivers, at drumroll of thunder.
Honeyed noon longs for rainbow sunset;
And sable shadows start to sneak away.
Sunrise on molten sea, liquid gold asset!
Yesterday lives in vibrant heart of today.
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Life for Hue and Me
by Vincent Margiotta
For a country known for its Red, White and Blue,
We often mistake good for bad in people based on their hue
Sometimes, I feel nature is to blame,
But I can’t, because it is a societal game
Politics is played using the folks of hue,
never really helping our brethren,
only looking for that vote or two
......
Color Me Slowly
by Joel C
Color me slowly,
lilac mist across my face—
the hush of dusk before I go.
Let soft sky blue gather
across my chest,
a quiet kind of silence
like a cloudless day
hiding me,
like a secret that lingers.
......
