Showing posts with label Social issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Social issues. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Colorful


Alabaster, argent, blond, bone, chalk
Battleship, obsidian, flint, smoke, mouse, taupe
Carbon, Jet, raven
Pongee, walnut, toast, Dresden

Auburn, Henna, Sedge, Piccolopasso
Damask, Jockey, stammel, alpenglow
Salmon, incarnadine, Moonlight Nymph, Blush Cameo
Helianthin, Apricot, Pumpkin, Mikado

Amber, Jonquil, Butter, Maize
Chartreuse, Beryl, Corbeau, reseda, jade
Azure, Jouvence, Wood Zaffer, indigo
Bokhara Campanula, Gridelin, Solferino

White, Grey, Black and Brown
Blanco, Gris, Negro y Moreno

Reddish Brown, Red, pink and Orange
Rojizo Moreno, Rojo, Rosa y Naranja

Yellow, Green, Blue and Purple
Amarillo, Verde, Azul y Morado

Hues, shades, tones,
A cast of colors, each their own
Tincture, Tint, Tinged light
To the viewer, a blessed sight

Matters not the name
Matters little the shade in which it came
All that means, is what shape that hue’s to take
When describing the picture the eyes make

Perhaps a reversion to fundamentals should be
Refract, refine, reflect and shine
Burden of the amalgam
For what one sees
Often is confluent
Blending vision with perception
And oftentimes, the perceptions are skewed

For what you see, is always right to eyes, but what is true to you,
May not be a Truism through, as what mind’s see might not always be the color of truth.


 Thought I'd get a bit colorful for OLN at D'Verse tonight.  Head on over and check out the really great work submitted.  Each week so far has been amazing and with each week more and more poets are contributing making Tuesday Nights the single best night for Poetry anywhere.  

Monday, September 5, 2011

Angry Mobs


Vagabond America
Shawls wrapped to sides
Shielding
The hidden wonders Jawa disguised

Knelt forth
To the sun
In peace
While somewhere a chant of blood’s begun
Where eyes sored over
Scabbed with aggressive pauses and spiteful lies
A Jambalaya of cultures misjudged judged enemy

When such froth boils
Some ire spills its taint
Clouding retina with a hazy rose
A collaboration of red filtration
A Jambalaya of mistrust and hate
Making plans against the enemy
When an enema would be the wiser course of battle

…and then the Stormtroopers sing again
an olden song of linguistic ends
Affirmed by the rancor of the angered sloth
With tongues so easily crossed

To linger in the abscess
Is to pick cysts
And watch wounds clot
Atop damaged shells
And the souls in rot