Blue

An Artist My Spand

The color blue, is cool and wet

     But not as wet as green

In a Paris spring, green can bring

    Gray sheets in winds yet spent

Gary’s can nutrient the black of death

    As shadows give way to grace

But blue and only blue

     Let’s the mind review

 And can soften a life’s regret

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A passions range

     Is colored deep red

From unseen hue

     To the unseen bed

A ransom of feelings

    Whose colors can fade?

To unseen hues

    And unknown graves

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Terracotta a color, given to China’s dead

      Turquoise a green, not yet a teal

 The jealousy of Irelands, most bountiful zeal

      The hatred of millions, who’s hatred has spread

 To untold millions, with dreams of dread

      Their children’s lessons cantered in head

Runaway thoughts the colors of burnt brown

      Spirits of vapor whos color is unfound

Movement upward to bankers views ungrounded

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The silver of venture, the orange of war

     The white of winter, which Hitler ignored

Napoleon’s lesson of colors deplete

     Where red ran black in Russian defeat

For neither two devils did God ordain

     As saviors of color in the mist of pain

Men gave their guts for lack of order

     Stayed their course again and again

The folly of faith in men gone awry

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Purple sashes in lieu of blood now spilled

     The brightness of gold when Government prevent

Its place in time when voters regret

     The ventures unsought for all men’s debt

Payments in life blood that never repents

     Our dissolution with no direction, promised goals never realized

Planks to build on, with no blue print in view

     Will parties ever give back or define their rule

Until they do so no soldiers content

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Yellow does bleed and bleeds very slowly

     Finance now controls the thoughts of people

Bankers run the gambit with no rules to control

     The misbalance of product of a system of order

A system of service to the world all over

     Industry can bring back a system that works

Our bankers have sold out our hope

     For the American dream, our children now owe

Before they are born, what’s wrong with this scheme

     

(More to come)

 

Author's Note

Look inward

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Blue is best , but also how we feel
when old friends are missing.
You have written about our feelings
and how the world looks all in colors
and you have done a brilliant job.
Thank you,
----- Eagle Cruagh

[Valentine]

Very neat idea and well done my friend..I loved the one about red..Nice job and very descriptive..lol and God bless..Kathie

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Hi! I love this .. beginning with beautiful colored descriptions... blue being the best so it seems.. but then to the colors of war, death being the worst and main outcome..
This is a poem to look inward in .. and please excuse this review.. my head it tired today.

Chloe