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Once we all had colours
Yellows, blues and oranges
Greens, whites and tan
Pink, purple, and cream
Violet, brown, and black
Life was good,
Life was peaceful
Love abounded
And freedom reigned
But some began to wonder
If good was good enough
To remove the colourful stains
All the blacks were chained
Life continued as before
For those not black there was more
But the blues wanted to explore
And so were put behind locked doors
The greens they said were fine enough
But their ways were a bit rough
No more running around in the buff
Be like us, follow our bluff
The pinks took pity more than hate
And classes made to change their ways
Their colour was not bound in fate
Act like us they all would say
Violets could live their lives
But change their colours or face the knives
While the browns were denied their wives
So with them their ways would die
The yellows were sick the doctors said
And gave them pills that made them red
While reds were locked behind closed doors
For their safety chained to floors
The rest made schools where they remain
To be taught to be the same
And if they had something new to say
They were met with violent ways
So now I really am amused
That you stand there and say
"I truly am confused
That all that's left is grey"
Yellows, blues and oranges
Greens, whites and tan
Pink, purple, and cream
Violet, brown, and black
Life was good,
Life was peaceful
Love abounded
And freedom reigned
But some began to wonder
If good was good enough
To remove the colourful stains
All the blacks were chained
Life continued as before
For those not black there was more
But the blues wanted to explore
And so were put behind locked doors
The greens they said were fine enough
But their ways were a bit rough
No more running around in the buff
Be like us, follow our bluff
The pinks took pity more than hate
And classes made to change their ways
Their colour was not bound in fate
Act like us they all would say
Violets could live their lives
But change their colours or face the knives
While the browns were denied their wives
So with them their ways would die
The yellows were sick the doctors said
And gave them pills that made them red
While reds were locked behind closed doors
For their safety chained to floors
The rest made schools where they remain
To be taught to be the same
And if they had something new to say
They were met with violent ways
So now I really am amused
That you stand there and say
"I truly am confused
That all that's left is grey"
Literature
Tunnel at the end of light
Seeking a parallel in quietus
from the smoking fields of nebulae
where I could see all there is,
while reality floats,
its distance doubling with the
passing of each second.
To discover there are no grasslands,
that there never was a serenity
and how lonely I am for that.
Only the tundra of planets
with equators untouched
by their inner engines
in an existence unchanged through
the fish-eye lens of light years with
tilted skull caps lined up like dominoes.
Literature
Girls
Girls
This poem is for all the wonderful women, ladies, girls
And I think women actually may rule the world,
But humans of the female persuasion are more than pearls
They’re diamonds; critical to man and his kind, but if men do rule the Earth,
It’s probably a woman’s universe
And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
The world is yours and you can do anything your heart desires
And to the stereotypes and prejudice, you ladies should throw to fire
You’re more than just a pretty face, an object of desire, or housewife
You’re not meant to just play with barbies or like pink, being into sports is more
Literature
My assassin's suicide
私のキラーの自殺
Watashi no kirā no jisatsu
The touch of your sword's curve is sweet,
How willing, I, as it pervades.
The metal cuts through dark and sweeps
With the cold its keening invades.
Full rending with each fluent stroke,
Diaphanous silk's white tempest.
In swirling vortex palest cloak,
Floating tachi shadow's clearest.
When at last the time comes untold
Will your sword lay alongside mine,
At the last when peace should enfold,
Will you join and lay yourself there,
Or, broken, will betray us, as
Century wind lays our bones bare.
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Sort of cheesy, I know, and definitely not my best, but I haven't submitted anything in a while.
It is kind of childish. I was thinking of something along the lines of Dr. Zeuss, even had little pictures in my head as I wrote. However, I don't think references to slavery and eugenics would work well. So, it is just a silly, but hopefully amusing, poem.
And for the record "colour" is a perfectly fine spelling. Anyone who disagrees is exactly what I am talking about here.
And for the record "colour" is a perfectly fine spelling. Anyone who disagrees is exactly what I am talking about here.
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I love the rhyming in the poem Wonderful job