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JP
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0 posted 07-11-2000 04:58 PM       View Profile for JP   Email JP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JP's Home Page   View IP for JP

Here is my challenge:

Write a poem with a color theme, it does not have to be about a color necessarily, but it should be heavily laced with the color theme in whatever form you choose.  

This is one of my older works which I recently came across and thus came up with this brilliant idea:


AMBER FIRE

Liquid gold caresses the mouth
on tortured knee, begging for its warmth
amber fire making me a slave
to its flaming topaz passion.
No thoughts exist save thought of this.
No dreams, no wants, no desires
except for the fluid citrine fires.
To hell with living, to Hades with love
screw the embrace of humanity's glove.
no dreams, no wants, no desires
save for the kiss the amber liar.
except for the fluid citrine fires.


Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
JP

"Everything is your own damn fault, if you are any good."  E. Hemmingway


[This message has been edited by JP (edited 07-11-2000).]
Sky_Dancer
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1 posted 07-11-2000 05:13 PM       View Profile for Sky_Dancer   Email Sky_Dancer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sky_Dancer

This is a beautiful poem JP.Forgive me though for asking this, but what is the amber fire representing??? I pictured a woman. This is a pretty good idea. I'm going to try it.
JP
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2 posted 07-12-2000 03:47 AM       View Profile for JP   Email JP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JP's Home Page   View IP for JP

No forgiveness needed Sky.  The poem is actually about Bourbon. (That came out of the blue, didn't it?)

JP


Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
JP

"Everything is your own damn fault, if you are any good." E. Hemmingway
Sky_Dancer
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3 posted 07-12-2000 06:31 PM       View Profile for Sky_Dancer   Email Sky_Dancer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sky_Dancer

Wow It sure did. But still beautiful
serenity blaze
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4 posted 07-12-2000 09:42 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

JP--loved the poem---now if I can just page Dr. Freud---I'd have me beloved cigar too...they do go so well together...
brian madden
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5 posted 07-13-2000 06:19 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

This is an old poem of mine, old as in 28-06-00. Anyway this was really ready posted in corner pub and was inspired by a film I saw about Vince Van Gogh. I don't know if this fits the challenge.

--------------
Dusk to Dawn

The yellow hue of golden sun
rising from eastern tides breaks the waves
of the icy canals, shifting the seas
and stirring my head from sleepless dreams.
My eyes shut in the black of night, blink cautiously
venture to filter dawn's brilliant light.
The wind chimes on light breeze dance in gaiety,
eagerly kissing the white exposures of early morning.
Blue shades of shadow and twilight still yearn for their moment,
they hang as phantoms cowering from the blazing rays of Solaris.
Fold the blanket bury the bed and commit myself to day.

Bathe in transparencies, and drown the tiredness
in my bathroom sink. It is like rebirth, the shedding of dead
skin under the tsunami of tap water. My razor
hacks against my skin sculpting a fresh face.
The ritual ended and my daylight persona in place
I have the freedom to celebrate the mundane.
My palm placed against the window
fingers parted to shift light into prism beams.
The droplets of colour process facilely
on my retina developing in Kodak clarity.
It's these simple pleasures that let me live.

I bow my head, as noon fades further into recession.
Evening is dead time, each hour becomes a storm of raven insanity.
The interior is bleached in twilight, fluorescent blue
warms my corner where I sit naked with my phobias.
It flashes irrelevant pictures on its surfaces, commercial happiness
and life unattainable. They call this entertainment.
Fictionalised reality soaks my mind, with flat lifeless impressionists.
I turn from the madness, face the dusk, allow imagination to drift.
Breaking through a blood sky, golden twilight merges in an amber wash
acrylic tones and spiralling textures knitted in the fabric of everything,  
contrasts collide waging intense imploding love upon a canvas of pantheism.


"I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else" faster-Manic street preachers.
ma miller
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6 posted 07-15-2000 12:03 AM       View Profile for ma miller   Email ma miller   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for ma miller

Never stopped to think how important color is to my work ... I'll sure start thinking about it now ... (this is a repost from the open forum that didn't get much play, but it has several key color phrases needed to pull it off) ...


SLEEPING ANGEL'S WAKE ...

At morning's dawn, my angel slow to wake;
Locks of golden fleece and silk to touch;
Shining wisps of white slumber still;
A second nuzzle intervenes on heaven's dream.

Sweetness from her mouth does first flow;
Words of honey to meet both ear and taste;
Eyes left behind to catch dream's shadow;
Finally open to reveal pure azure's side of gray.

Blush, quick to restore from sleep's dull;
Face tinged of rouge,, the return of waking blood;
Bending slow to feel morning's first caress;
Touch like fire to cheek brings a smile to each.

To greet the day with such a vision of calm;
Retain the vista for the day's journey away;
Remembrance to keep -- Remembrance to savor;
'Til my return to sleeping angel's wake forever.


M.A. Miller
05.15.00



My calling before me, let quill be my offering;
For to be called poet, no greater gift to receive.

                   M.A.M.




[This message has been edited by MA Miller (edited 07-15-2000).]
JP
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7 posted 07-21-2000 07:26 PM       View Profile for JP   Email JP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JP's Home Page   View IP for JP

Excellent takes on the color theme!  I loved both of them - hope to see more  

Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
JP

"Everything is your own damn fault, if you are any good." E. Hemmingway
Sunshine
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8 posted 07-21-2000 11:12 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

In response, from Open Forum #1

                Muse, Music and Colors

                In the wee early hours between two and three,
                my Muse came a’tiptoeing into my dream.
                She brought with her Music and Colors by name
                and began to play a very unusual game.

                “Good morrow” spoke Muse, uncapping her wand,
                “I’m here to show you things from the great beyond.”
                In detail then appeared in my dream’s misty haze
                a scene from which I couldn’t unlock my gaze.

                Without further word Muse beckoned, and the dancing began,
                Red and Orange erupted into a wild and colorful can-can,
                Yellow then swirled and spun in to Music’s delight,
                joined Amber and became a most beautiful sight.

                Lavender began a-twirling, and lacy Cream gave a glance
                as Black and White swayed together, locked in a lover’s dance.
                Pink strolled the ballroom floor, looking lovely and fine,
                Gray came promptly along and paired up with Wine.

                Soon Purple and Gold waltzed to a slow Ballad’s tune,
                Greens and Blues twirled to a lovely, mystical rune,
                then slowly Music became soulful, softly fading away
                all of the colors coming together in one massive sway.

                Luminescence filled the ballroom’s parquet floor
                Iridescent colors all pleading “Please, one dance more!”
                Twilight’s shadow now looking for Morning’s first ray
                all colors coming to a slow halt before the new day.

                The couplets became quadruplets, Music fades to quiet,
                as they all began to stroll back into the late night,
                Music still lingered sweetly on in my dream
                As Sun stood waiting for Moon’s last silvery beam.

                This story it seems, shall never really end
                for someone’s Muse shall pick up that Muse’s pen
                and will then take Music and Colors by name
                and begin this wonderful Dance all over again.

                25 August, 1999
                ©KRJ

Sunny

~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.
Helen Keller ~~~

When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ

jwesley
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9 posted 08-16-2000 12:18 PM       View Profile for jwesley   Email jwesley   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for jwesley

Well ,almost a month late seeing this but I, too, have a "color" piece from a while back, so...never say die....


COLOR ME, COLOR YOU

In the book
where my dreams reside,
I've colored you the way
I saw you first,
and in the shades I've seen
between then and now.
All the colors I've ever seen
sparkle and gleam
on this portrait I've made...
that is,
everything but Green.
Green I've saved for me,
whom I've colored beyond the brilliance
of the aura surrounding you.
Envious Green,
for all who share your light.
Green,
fading to blue,
for having to live with only my thoughts,
yet Golden now,
for having been touched,
and grateful,
for having known you
at all.


w.james beard, jr.
MMoonchild
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10 posted 08-17-2000 06:49 AM       View Profile for MMoonchild   Email MMoonchild   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit MMoonchild's Home Page   View IP for MMoonchild

Older and Almost Forgotten.....

Colors

when first I came upon the scene
red was the color of the day
it was not due to passion
but to heat of mad that way
then later it had changed to pink
a pale and softening hue
because invited I had been
to join this group of you
each new day a poem would write
each brighter than the next
a kaleidoscope of colors
each with a different text
some of a love growing deep
a fondness very true
passions purple was its tint
until disenchantment grew
then the blue began to form
mostly sad from loss
until it's meaning then had changed
and grew on me like moss
blue moon became my color
for a friendship that had grown
and a name that made me write about
my feelings when alone
but then that too had changed once more
and blackness had arrived
losses once again had made me
feel as if I died
and as time does it heals all wounds
although an ache remains
the color green had come around
and sprinkled me like rain
it turned into a shade of teal
a favorite one of mine
and fresh as spring I try to be
and feel somewhat inclined
to stay this way and maybe add
some peach, but not too much
for a sweetness I would like to have
within my life, a touch.


M/M
5.12.99


[This message has been edited by MMoonchild (edited 08-17-2000).]
monique
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11 posted 08-18-2000 02:43 AM       View Profile for monique   Email monique   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for monique

Color me white
Color me black
Red or yellow
I don't care
I just want to live in peace

monique
JnR4eva
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12 posted 08-18-2000 09:47 PM       View Profile for JnR4eva   Email JnR4eva   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JnR4eva

Rainbows

I have come to await
for this evening of fate.
On a magical night
in a city of delight.

To dine with my soulmate
in fashion we'll date
in this metropolis we shall be
gay, and worry-free.

But first what to wear?
How to look perfect for a lover so fair?
Perhaps this top of a golden shimmer?
The purpose to make street lights seem dimmer???

What of this yellow polo I see?
Matched with these black antique denim jeans?
On my feet, I shall wear black hush puppies.
Oh silly thee, how kinly related I'm to a bumble bee!

Perhaps these linen pants of a bone color?
Yet, they'll wrinkle with every move, tussle, and shutter.
Okay fine, accepted, now what of a button down shirt?
Beige or maroon?  A plum written in flirt?

No, no, no this is much too hard.
A midnight blue for midnight stars,
is what I ever-so-need to complete my attire.
Look a sky blue, a tint no lighter.

This is great, I am almost at an end.
Socks and briefs all by Hanes, for men!
And what of my shoes in a chocolate sober?
No, No wait, my Sienna penny loafers!

Before I go, a jacket is all but left.
Come to think of it, I rather prefer a vest.
A potpourri of colors on which to choose
Blury wood, dark khaki, or cornflower blue?

Cornflower I will choose since I'm in a rush.
To look at the mirror, my cheeks a crimson blush!
Though I can't anticipate, my love so fine and sweet,
in this magical city, laced with rainbows discrete.



"my love is my motivation
my love is my inspiration
perception of this poem
is your interpretation"
-- me
JP
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13 posted 08-21-2000 04:22 PM       View Profile for JP   Email JP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JP's Home Page   View IP for JP

I am awestruck at a lot of these works!  Fabulous!

Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
JP

"Everything is your own damn fault, if you are any good." E. Hemmingway
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14 posted 08-21-2000 06:43 PM       View Profile for Moon Dust   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Moon Dust

Heavly laced,
The blues,
The greens,
The reds,
The yellows,
Purples and oranges,
I pass,
Just waking down the street.

Lies comfort but the truth burns.

Stephanos
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15 posted 08-21-2000 11:58 PM       View Profile for Stephanos   Email Stephanos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Stephanos's Home Page   View IP for Stephanos

I love the color blue,
the color of the sky in autumn's lap
and of berry clusters
tucked in sylvan fields.
How it makes a lake more splendid
to behold
How it flows amid the oceans
in their bellies,
through their veins
caressing many fish and corals
brushing shells
and oddities
with sundry shades and styles
swirling on the seaward
miles.
And lo upon the land
it's hand is not one tincture less
in skill, dexterity
or grace
bedaubing flower gardens,
warbling birds
and butterflies.
Yet of all the things I love of blue,
I love it's unique voice
that ever speaks so winsomely
of our creator
"Oh how wise!"
... And then another color cries.

[This message has been edited by Stephanos (edited 08-22-2000).]
 
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