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ryn Apr 2015
Welcome the new day
As night lifted her screen
The sun had brought its palette
Boasting of colours never before I've seen

Rays like paintbrushes
As they dove into the water
Light explosively burst into emeralds
Ripple and eddies would sparkle and shimmer

Bolts from the orange orb
Speared the tops of trees and sprawling ground
Tinting their leaves with green of olives
And grass with freshness abound

Its wand touched the tip of the distant lighthouse
Turning it the brightest green
It brought life back to my surrounding
Layered my eyes with the greenest of sheens

Such beauty laid bare
The difference was literally night and day
But my heart is also green
To readily accept what my mind has to say

As if a child
Or yet still a greenhorn
I should ignore the stains of yellow
And enjoy this new day that had just been born
Francie Lynch Jun 25
The hood won't be the same,
We're out standing in the rain,
To encourage sprouts as we once did our children;
For down the road you see it's as legal,
As a Timmy 'n cream-cheese bagel,
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.

On this side of our border,
Starting this October,
We'll bake it, vape it, roll and bowl to take it;
Down the road you see it's now legal,
The price of home grown's dropped to zero,
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.

Yes we're all on board to greet it,
Some inhale and some will eat it;
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.

I'm awake and it astounds me,
My four plants that surround me;
We've realized what we've long been dreaming;
For there's a store where we can cop some,
Come the fall fresh buds will blossom,
We're good to grow our free green grass at home.

Yes we're all on board to greet it,
Some inhale, and some will eat it,
We're good to grow our free green grass at home.
Sung to Tom Jones' "Green Green Grass of Home."
*** becomes legal in Canada on October 17th. We're permitted to grow four plants per household. Finally.
A "Timmy" is a Tim Hortons coffee.
Hirondelle Aug 6
Words take over when mind has not much to say
On this juncture to fare a great friend well.
Limp swung my heart on a despair-strung end,
Ticking sad tocks to that sun attired friend.

Oblivion! That murky sea of fears!
Dive deep wise words to bring her in bright tears!
Like Prometheus brought fire in a reed,
Words give all we need to shun shadows' greed.

Who sadly cries with pearls so proud and wise,
When strolls a wet child the shores of his eyes?
This child, pearl strung her locks, a sunrise walks,
My door rings her knocks from bright fizzing shores.

Dare I... her step fall in... and wear her sheen,
Wherein I have seen what's in her guileless green?
This farewell poem is a tribute to a departing colleague's sterling character and professional attitudes with which I have been greatly inspired. So, the poem seeks to defy any blur of oblivion that distance may bring between the two separated work partners. I'm sharing it here to offer a different perspective about the splendor in tears when it comes to faring a great person well. I hope you enjoy it, too.

The poem is written in iambic pentametre with seven full rhymed doublets. It conforms neither to the rhyme scheme nor the stanza layout of a sonnet. It only resembles a sonnet and I don't know what to call its structure. I only intended greater musicality in this full rhymed iambic format in pentametre. Alliteration and inner rhyme are key sound devices in providing a luminous flowing cadence to the poem.
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
It’s a tadpole-lite; it's lily lies,
It's sticky poison and feminine whiles,
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
-
A little green frog is trying to catch my ear!
A little green frog is trying to catch my ear!
It's mouth is full of flies and it's belly's full of lies.
A little green frog trying to catch my ear!
-
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat!
A little green frog is trying to stay afloat!
It's got two knocked knees and two bent legs,
a plastic smile and a crazy head.
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat!
-
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
A little green frog is trying to catch a ride!
It's up and down all night long;
splashing about in the water,
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
-
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch my ...
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch my...
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch a ride.
There's no point in trying to engage with little green frogs!
They're quite mundane, just splashing about catching flys
please find the link to the song below
https://youtu.be/ScJiXD7map8
PJ Jan 2013
Sitting happily in my big green chair
Accompanied by my beloved tattered green blanket
With Green tea warming my stomach

Sleeping on the soft green grass
In the middle of summer with the scent of green
Big green leaves atop tall trees cover me in shade

Laying down at the beach with my soft green blanket
Feeling green deep inside me, so fresh and new
Lighting that happy green leaf and ******* it down, dizzy

Touching his damp green t-shirt, heart pounding beneath his chest
From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, I am green too
Green is such a wonderful color to be
For all the earth in the world,
For the varied chunks,
shapes and shades
of brown, keep an eye out!

There, somewhere in the dirt,
Next to the writhing worm,
Gasping at pockets of sunlight,
Green life ruminates, and
pushes, pushes up,
through the soil,
intrepid, unlikely.  
It abandons it's old husk house,
what little safety it knew,
and, daring to dream,
thrusts itself into existence,
and feels the day's cooling kiss,

a multi cellular masterpiece,
when yesterday, there was only
dirt.
Suicide Girl Oct 2017
Red as the blood gushing from her wrist.
Purple from the bruises on her body as the beating
Green is her eyes yet she doesn't want to see
Yellow is her body from the **** her father impacted her
Red,purple,green,yellow
She wishes that she had a normal life
Red,purple,green,yellow
Her body aches for love, as when her father whispers "I love you babe" she cries
Red,purple,green,yellow
Her mother calls her fat and **** while she beats her
Red,purple,green,yellow
She slits her wrists while she cries
Red,purple,green,yellow
Shes now dead as she was hanging by a thread
~A.E.G.
Tbh something I made up in art randomly
We're forced, each man, to walk a trialed path—
resisted trek, uphill through blinding daze
that shrouds with crucible's perplexing haze
till fog-white skies yield quick to black clouds' wrath.
Affliction brims a thorny pack to bear
whilst dewy darkness drenches in the night,
but where is calming lamp to lend us sight?
And who will come to give us saving care?
Here through veil is heard a whisper certain,
then o'er the mountain creeps the dawning day
and with clear eyes we see the brume give way
as *** retracts His theatre's curtain,
unsheathing velvet waves whose morning sheen
beyond grey mist splays vast and wondrous green.
Wade Cook May 3
We found an alley
*****, watched the tunnel turn green
The quiet timbre of voices changing in a tunnel
I watched as my life turned green
For Abigail, so many years ago
what a waste Nov 2015
Whirlpool of insanity
the beast stands coy
bound to humanity
A ****** and her toy
Fear its brutality

Our fists churn like
tides of a blood-lusted sea
Saliva soaked spite
rhapsodizing over gluttony

It's never enough
we wan't it all
The world we corrupt
a ****** and her rag doll
Matriarch of the puppets
Cné Mar 2017
Normally I don't celebrate a one day holiday
But it's a drinking holiday, so celebrate away
Drinking green beer
Spreading good cheer
To the Irish and non, Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I don't really drink beer. I usually just stick to the hard stuff.

But waiting to get off work, going bonkers and berserk.
Hehehe
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