A Colourful Life
Colours fill my mind,
Memories and experiences
My history in design.
Colours fill my life,
As a mother, wife and lover,
Psychedelia runs rife
Colours are my being,
Inhabiting me within,
Kicking insecurities fleeing.
Colours make our world
Cultures and nature an artists pallet,
Mixed together in a harmonious swirl.
The world is our art
Vandalised only by the human race
A montage of peace,
Should be our start !
Submitted to In Tandem with A picture courtesy of Natasha Head
Life in degrees is a personal poetry and occasional short story blog .
Life is seen in many different ways or degrees and with the help of poetry, stories, music and art we may view it from many perspectives.
All contributions and comments will be welcomed Kez
Poetry is medication for the soul
All contributions and comments will be welcomed Kez
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Thursday, 25 August 2011
This was a fun challenge for In Tandem where the Picture was the prompt
Not a Purple People Eater
I'm not a purple people eater,
My diet is much ,much cheaper,
I'm a creature that lurks in your mind,
Just colour the purple within the lines,
Take chalk, crayons or what ever you wish.
All thoughts of horrid monsters will be banished,
You can hang me on your wall,
Where I'll protect you from all things creepy,
Until your eyes gently close,
Then you'll feel safe
Also Submitted to dVerse Poetics Poetics a great site for poets to share and submit their work.
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
We're Under construction,
Trying to live life right,
No good being comatosed,
The human race is overdosed.
We're under construction
Trying to live life well,
We've been bombarded with stuff,
The world has had enough !
We're under construction,
Not the finished article!
The cycle of the world is in reverse,
Each of us a little particle,
Of this mega universe !
Submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night
Monday, 22 August 2011
Dance Of Temptation
|Ab Van Overdam|
They gaily danced full of glee,
Amongst the temptation strung from trees,
They had discovered one another,
Their new discovery of love,
Would not be smothered !
They had bitten from forbidden fruit,
Rumours were, humanity was in dispute.
They had munched on their pomme d'or,
Meaning sexes forever,
Would yearn to adore!
So daily they dance in their orchard of temptation,
Setting boundaries for societies creation,
So let all humanity dance in glee,
To celebrate the memory
Adam and Eve !
Submitted to The Gooseberry Garden for the theme of Adam and Eve
Saturday, 20 August 2011
The Protection Of Peace
On hard, concrete, grey, lifeless, stone,
Gently and delicately,
Created, a dove alone
A messenger of love and peace,
A padded jacket protecting her feathery fleece.
People walking on hard macadam,
wonder why ?
Peace is no longer our Madame ?
A gentle woman that'd caress
Nurse humanity, through its stresses,
Who would no longer have to be swathed
In a jacket for protection
For humanity she would bathe,
Lovingly, with care
She'd teach us not to fight and stare,
She'd sponge our souls in peace
So wars, prejudice and hate
Submitted to dVerse poetics On the theme of texture
Monday, 15 August 2011
This is a light hearted Poem about what makes us tick, Hope it makes you smile please leave comments .....Thank you
Passionate is not always about being horizontal,
Having to be in bed is just incidental,
Passion can be generated at the drop of a hat
That lusty feel you get in your tum,
When you see the arch of a certain bum!
It's true ,passion isn't for just the sack,
Passion can take control and that is fact!
Passion, when and if desired,
Can be created if we stoke our fires,
We dim the lights and fan the flames,
Sexy attire! The passion becomes untamed,
Subtle touches and gentle contact,
Passion can be created and that's a fact !
Passion can breed when music is present,
It warms your cockles and makes you ardent,
Your body sways, you feel the rhythms and beat,
Your heart races as you move your feet,
When the evening ends, you'll complete the act,
Passion can be absorbed and that's a fact !
Submitted to Jingle Poetry for their Passionate Nights of Love theme
Sunday, 14 August 2011
I wrote this for dVerse Poetics Theme Going Urban Although there was a picture Prompt I choose mine of Bristol UK I love the place because my daughter lives there, it has a cultural Vibe which I feel one can feel and its also the home town of street /graffiti artist Banksy who fascinates me.
This poem also I hope reflects how a young person growing up in an english city may feel this week ( I'm a country girl )
|A Banksy Situated at Hotwells Bristol UK|
Just a regular kid with feelings of self worth
But as I stroll down my street,
Its dismay, disgust and fear that I meet,
Surely loutish sensibilities for my age is not a must!
The machinery and soul of this hub, must be trust!
SO Urbanites unite!
Cos our kids are Alright !
People who look like my nanna, mum and dad,
Treat me like a yob,and make me feel bad,
But I love the buildings that build my history,
The rebels who choose to destroy them I find a mystery,
Its the people here who also make it right!
We work together, make our community tight!
SO Urbanites unite!
Cos our kids are alright!
So Urbanites united
We will teach the kids who rioted,
To feel respect ,feel bonded,.
Help write their success stories
Our cities colours will reflect in their glory !
So Urbanites unite!
Our Kids are alright !
|Picture taken of Bristol By Amy Shepherd On her walk Home From work .|
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
This was written in light of the riots taking place over the UK in August 2011.
Rioting rebels, raging, randomly,
Servants of government and saviours of the free,
Plying societies wrongs for their looting mentality
Entombing us, housebound,
Citing our kids as our enemies,
Taunting a GOVERNMENTS Leniency !
Sunday, 7 August 2011
This poem is based on the Prompt from dVerse Poetics to write about a painting by Giorgio De Chiricio
|© Fondazione Giorgio e Isa de Chirico|
Together we merge, entwine,
Solid outside but combined,
Our love to others an intriguing mystery!
Our foundations built through out our years,
The laughs the smiles,
Sometimes the tears,
Locked in our contemplation vaults.
Though love and happiness,
Always our assault!
So within our bubble of man-made society
On our foundations
Love and our history,
It shapes how we've merged.
It Becomes our priority
For what we have created
Makes us a minority !
Submitted to dVerse Poets a place where poets can be inspired and share their creativity
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 7
Create a story, a prose or a poem using at least 4 words from the Wordle given above. of course, you may apply all words provided in your entry, enjoy the challenge!
The Jungle Beat
Marvin The Monkey had wander lust,
To forsake his home,
Find his Love for music was a must.
He packed for a safari,
His musical bananas Cheeky and Charlie.
They trudged miles to the beach,
To recreate the sound,
Of the jungle beat.
Cheeky and Charlie their guitars, they did strum,
Marvin used coconuts.
To play Like a drum.
The sounds they made were so cool,
Soon they were begged,
To open a rock school.
So Marvin ,Cheeky and Charlie,
Worked hard at what they loved,
And lived their lives happily !
Submitted to : Funny Bunny Friday