Colour Poems

All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
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Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
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'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
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Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
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There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel:
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Of human ignorance I am almost in despair
For racism is around me everywhere
But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.
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Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday,
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road,
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews,
Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and
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In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,
In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,
Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears,
I hear the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
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Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
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Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.
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You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
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Glory be to God for dappled things --
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
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If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
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When I was a child I sat an exam.
This test was so simple
There was no way i could fail.
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[November 13,2015, Paris - Europe, our world]
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The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood.
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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
   Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
   Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
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White dazzles my inner divide,
Black thrown in with my unruly side,
My parents wave me a lingering goodbye,
They have always nurtured my childlike soul,
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Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,
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A golden sphere is lifting up so slowly in the east,
The eye is looking towards it, and seeing such a feast,
Blazing with bands of colour, and giving a wondrous heat,
A view that to each observer, is something so complete.
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winter poetry method

colourless colour no colour colour of winter colour untitled no names only nature flows no evonomist no mad method in madness of metjod in madness in method in madness
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Brown is a pigment, the colour of the earth.
It's the colour of dying leaves—the colour of death.
That I've learned.
And if you blend all the colours of the rainbow up completely,
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Love is...one with...others' colour
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Love is...autumn...leaves falling...into colour
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Har ghar tiranga,
Jahan dekho wahan tiranga,
Tiranga hi tiranga.
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voyage of humanity.colour theories in varied perspectives.history of reception and perception and thought and
beyond -thought self-observed-and-self-realized intelligence.
colours to no-colour colour
no-colour colour to colours
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timed-spaced-contracted sign of colour and stillness and decaying of dancing mind
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natural things in no colour layers in motion
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Oh, new city! I didn't see your colour,
The colour, that which paints thousands of mirages;
Which covers and faints the naked reality,
The colour under which;
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but light in new colour field consciousness water.
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