I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.
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When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.
Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.
The ant is busy
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Cool waves and green foam
Zest in crisp morning breezes
Pink clouds float along
Sunrise splash into gold sun
Chill thrills before day's begun.
Yellow-orange zing
A stroll in warmth since the dip
Blooms on green catwalks
Stained skies are fading to blue
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They paddle with staccato feet
In powder-pools of sunlight,
Small blue busybodies
Strutting like fat gentlemen
With hands clasped
Under their swallowtail coats;
And, as they stump about,
Their heads like tiny hammers
Tap at imaginary nails
In non-existent walls.
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Cool waves and green foam
Zest in crisp morning breezes
Pink clouds float along
Sunrise splash into gold sun
Chill thrills before day's begun.
Yellow-orange zing
A stroll in warmth since the dip
Blooms on green catwalks
Stained skies are fading to blue
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I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand,
Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't understand.
Days were filled with wonder and enchantment, like purple, star aster fields;
And the wonder of a coral, orange and red sunset, after a day of teal thrills!
The tradition of magic goes back centuries, as we frequently favor familiarity,
As sizzling sun follows the same golden path, amidst a pink peony prosperity.
Beside flower fields of blueberry fortune, friends in fashionable hats flaunted,
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butterfly in blue
wafting skies we always knew
in orange-gold sun
redbirds sing farewell
a warm hour of green flowers
when still wind listens
to meadows and woods
minty lanes where beauty hides
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green and blue are best
for ages put to the test
berry sky, jade leaves
knee deep sage grasses
waving like sapphire oceans
and wandering wind
matter-of-fact pretty
in saffron everyday hours
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The tree dangles in all directions
Lush and green leaves seem to be in sync with the landscape amidst the bustle
of the city noise flanked by high-rise buildings
The ripe fruit seems appetizing to be enjoyed instantly
The air was now already felt stifling chest
Indeed, this city glistens with splendor similar to the composition of wine which is
the prima donna for its enthusiasts
The colors green, red, purple are good when the raw materials turn into wine,
they are only social starification and markers for the producing trees, similar to
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