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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA 
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Here is my challenge: < !signature-->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).] |
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Sky_Dancer Junior Member
since 2000-07-07
Posts 17 |
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. |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
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 |
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Sky_Dancer Junior Member
since 2000-07-07
Posts 17 |
Wow  It sure did. But still beautiful |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
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... |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
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. |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
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 < !signature--> 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).] |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
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 |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
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 |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
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. |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
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).] |
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monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
Color me white Color me black Red or yellow I don't care I just want to live in peace monique |
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JnR4eva Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 377Bronx, NY |
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 |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
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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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
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. |
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Stephanos
since 2000-07-31
Posts 3618Statesboro, GA, USA |
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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