This was rough. I thought this was going to be easy, but I was wrong. I think I have it narrowed down to six. Though I could probably honor at least ten. Please read through the following six poems and vote for your fave. They are all great, and I enjoyed reading ALL OF THE POEMS. Let's vote!!! Scroll down to the bottom of the page for the poll and vote for one. Thanks!
1. Colours in Motion
Colours in motion like thoughts.
Blue bangles break the silence,
Teal taxis shatter silver ice puddles,
The essence of sandalwood wafts through the cruiser.
A Flash of fuchsia,
And there she is.
Blood pumps like racing rubies.
Heart-beat, heart-beat, heart-beat…
Always ascher, never pear cut…
Heart-beat, heart-beat, heart-beat…
Give her rose quartz, red velvet cushions, maybe something blue…
What comes in the horizon?
II
His black eyes pierce the window.
I wonder if his heart is that way too.
This one man may show his love to be,
Hopefully.
It feels as if a kilo of anxiety is upon my shoulders.
Heart-beat, heart-beat, heart-beat…
Colours, colours, colours…
This is the true Romeo and Juliet.
This is blind love.
2.Amor Vincit Omnia
Like Pearl Harbor it came,
A surprising burst of emotion, tangerine joy,
Her hair, haute chocolate,
Laugh like luminous moons,
Bright, lively, racing rubies in me.
What voodoo broke me of the spell?
What got me out of that paradiso inferno, that Hell?
It seems so obvious now, like Fujiyama,
Or silver ice on the ground.
Essential heart beat.
Life and joy are contradictions without her.
Not a one man show anymore.
Every cliché proven right,
I get those songs now,
All that live jazz and… yeah.
3.Deception
The mermaid's chest fluttered with fear
As the essence of Calvin Klein came too near
The dark coolwater motioned her in
as she was blinded by his aqua chrome fin
Mighty mauve were her cheeks when he entered the room
It was Romeo and Juliet under the luminous moon
She described his lips as a red velvet touch
His Ferrari black hair, it was just too much
As he taxied by her heartbeat flew
oblivion took over as he worked his voodoo
Always say no, her friends would mention
He was a one man show, no contradiction
Sitting in a corner in the black cafe,
just thinking and picking at her peach parfait,
Still recovering from last nights kiss
something blue came to mind, he was so missed
Then through the dark lights she saw something new
The silver ice hair accompanied by who?
Lost in his chapel of love he reached for her face
Over the sandalwood table in which they both embraced
A flash of fuscia surfaced her skin
diesel fuel flew through her, spreading her thin
She stood up making fists walking towards the couple
They'll think I’m only a waitress and won't cause any trouble
The fight in her head raged as she threw the water
messing up the room as if it were Pearl Harbor
She re-loaded the gun and let him have it again,
She would be mad for today,
But tomorrow she would give in...
4.Desire...
Desire.
Symptoms: racing heartbeat, sweaty palms, nervousness.
Nothing feels quite right.
All is black and time is of the essence.
The world around you seems to be in motion while you stand still. You become unconscious of the wild things racing around you, while your mind focuses in on this insane aqua chrome horizon far off in the distance.
You stand in a trance.
Some sort of voodoo like state. And then…
the dark lights approach,
The reality of the situation becomes intense.
Tense like silver ice unable to crack.
You need a reload…
Something that will lead to recovery.
You think…
maybe coolwater splashed upon the heated sweat on your face..
Or maybe….
Ambition.
It acts as diesel fuel to any type of drive.
This ambition is essential.
It’s the flash of fuchsia in the dark room.
It’s the silver lining.
It all it comes down to this one moment . This one shot.
So for now you can look ahead to the luminous moon or
you can leave it all behind with more then a kilo worth of regret.
5. A Luminous Moon
A man took a taxi to the fortune teller under
a luminous moon. He was searching for someone or
something to recover his love life. He was tired of the
one man show. He decided the time had come to find
his pink diamond, his peach parfait, someone to share a
heartbeat with, and tie his ship up at her pearl harbor.
He strutted up to the door, the night was ferrari black.
She hurried him in the house, her red, sequin slippers
scurrying like racing rubies. She stated her name
and said she didn't have much time. The man cut to the
chase, said he was tired of all the jazz. He said he
was ready to trade his wild thing past for his sterling
silver rose. She immediately responded with a confident
"yes," and said she could feel something great on the horizon.
Setting up Romeo with Juliet was her expertise,
and she could surely get his love life in motion.
She got up swiftly, and excused herself momentarily.
She yelled from behind the wall, "this place is practically a chapel of love."
He was pondering his life in the future when she returned
with a large crystal ball. The ball was truly magical; it
never told a lie. The images in the rose quartz always gave the answer.
Without further delay, the woman began the process.
She rinsed her hands in a bowl of coolwater and cradled
the ball with intense concentration.
There was a blinding flash of fuschia which startled the two.
After regaining their vision, the woman gazed into the ball.
It was still changing, the color settled on blue. The man, confused,
asked "What is it?" She was shocked to concede, "It's me and you."
6.Like Johnny and June
Like Johnny and June
Staring high luminous moon,
Something blue, she always wears blue
Hit with voodoo, she stands under the dark lights
Heartbeat scurries in constant motion
Beat in beat out, lock and load, reload
Scared outta my mind
"She thinks I'm only a runner!"
"Is this real?"
"Is this taxi really taking us to the cafe?"
Was the boquet enough
One dozen red velvet roses...
Oh God she looks great in blue
She looks great in anything
Please be my wild thing
Love her, know it, don't feel wrong
I'm so stupid she can't feel this strong!
What if I never see her again...?
Oh God I hope he likes blue
I heard he likes black
The ferrari black suit and tie proves it
Hugo Boss I think
Johnny Cash, June Carter
The black and the blue,
modern day Romeo and Juliet
What if he isn't this serious?
Just two people passing in motion
What if this isn't some book
With ten kids and sterling silver rose
Ready for the couple at happy end?
I'm so stupid. he can't think I'm pretty
"He thinks I'm only a brain!"
What if I never see him again...?
Please God let her like the roses
Please God let him like blue
Please God let her love me
Please God let him love me
