Poems from the Jersey Shore 4 - Colors of the Rainbow
Another Secluded Week At The Jersey Shore
Welcome to the fourth week of Poems from the Jersey Shore.
We are working on six weeks of sheltering in place here in New Jersey. I admit it is a little bizarre not working. It is also eerie going to the stores and seeing people with masks. The good news is I can still draw and write.
The poems in this weeks segment are poems I had that I decided to finish . There are two new one also. I hope you enjoy them and come back for the next offering.
Yellow is...
Yellow is the rain coat
My momma made me wear
Yellow is the color
Of your curly long blond hair
Yellow are the flowers
In the very tall vase
Yellow is the glow
Of a sunshine face
Yellow is a canary
Singing a sweet song
Yellow are the bananas
Some are short, some are long
Yellow is the lemon
Inside the merange pie
Yellow is the bright sun
Shining in the noon sky
Yellow are the ears of corn
Hanging two or three per stalk
Yellow is the color
Painted on the walls
Green is...
Green is color of a
Parrot who likes to talk
Green are the feathers in
A great and grand peacock’s tail
Green is the grand stone
Set in a jaded ring
Green is the money
That makes a rich man sing
Green is the mint flavor
Of my favorite ice cream
Green are the many leaves
On each branch of the big tree
Green is my new hair
From the generic brand dye
Green is the twinkle
in the tail of a firefly
Green is them new moss
Sitting upon all the rocks
Green is the grass stain
On the bottoms of my socks
Blue is...
Blue is the face of a
Quiet and lonely man
Blue are the five fingers
On a very cold hand
Blue is the bright sky
On a cloudless sunny day
Blue is the water
In the ocean’s way
Blue is the hair on my
Grandmother’s‘sweet head
Blue is the mold on a
Weeks old piece of bread
Blue is the little berry
Hanging on each prickly bush
Blue, the color of the bruise
On my newly fallen tush
Blue is the ink on the
Freshly written book page
Blue is a little bird
Yelling on top of the cage
Red is...
A series of 5-7-5 syllable Haikus
Red, the color of
A bunch of Valentine’s roses
Two dozen more dough
Red is the face of
The bride who just said I do
Two words something new
Red is the color of
A brave firemen’s shiny ride
Heroes sit inside
Red is the sting of
A really bright summer sun
Lotion cools what is done
Red is the big round nose
On a silly clown’s white face
You want to laugh and laugh
Red is the apple
Ready to fall off the tree
Pie for you and me
Red is the road sign
Which calls on us all to stop
No, watch for the cop
Petunia
I once knew a girl
named Petunia
Who was just a
bit peculiar
She wore the strangest
clothes ever seen
A bright pink shirt, orange pants
shoes of green
In addition to that
on top of her head
She wore a cowboy hat
trimmed in red
Petunia, oh Petunia
why’d you take your love away
Petunia, oh Petunia
Wonder where you’re at today
Petunia made people laugh
up, through, and all over town
As she’d ride her backwards
bike around and around
Petunia, oh Petunia
why’d you take your love away
Petunia, oh Petunia
Wonder where you’re at today
Grey Hair
When I woke up this morning
I found another grey hair
Don’t know what’s causing them
But there‘s a lot more up there
I’ve heard they’re signs of wisdom
That doesn’t appeal to me
Now I have a lot of white hair
Oh Lord how can that be?
I’d pass them off and move on
I can’t let them go
I must realize the whole truth
My heads white as snow
I know each year I grow older
I’ll need some hair dye
To give me back some color
Be no more old guy
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© 2020 Timothy Whitt
