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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges

#22 - 50 Shades of Grey




Sorry to disappoint you all but I am not about to launch into a heated erotic paragraph to get your more sensual pens flowing - however if you wish to go that way who aam I to say no? I am thinking more along the lines of colour and indeed sensuality in that we use colour to describe what our senses feel - for example red is often a reference to warmth, black is dark and menacing, blue is cold and chilly and so on. So the challenge here is to use colour to express the five senses.

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Jemmy
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50 Shades of Grey



Maryse Achong

Colour Me

Terry Clitheroe

Intoxication
Rose Coloured Glasses

Divena Collins

After the Storm
Classic Willpower
Moon Shadows
Natalia Pushkin

Jem Farmer

Black Variations

Peter Willowdown

Cups



Maryse Achong

Colour Me

Colour me contented in shades of gold
With streaks of midnight blue when I am sad
Splash red everywhere when I cannot hold
My anger, grey when doubts make me feel bad.
When hope abounds 'tis green in which I'm clad..
A chart with every colour that is me
I never know what shade I'm going to be.

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Terry Clitheroe

Intoxication

I am intoxicated by the love in your eyes
There is no colour unless we use a star,
But even by comparison any star is dull
Compared to what I can see in your eyes.
Your look, your smile lights up my day
Gold is dull by comparison to your smile
Then you light up every moment for me.
Even the darkest night is lighted by your aura
There is no darkness when you're around
There's no coldness, my heart will warm us both
Your touch has ignited an eternal flame
Together the world orbits the sun much faster
Our love has shorter days than when apart.
And the days together seem to flash by.



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Lady in Red

1


Watching her brush each flaming lock
There she sat framed in the firelight
Red hair highlighted a flaming sight
And Fate watching us did not mock.
Regretting deeds, this act did plan
Instead this night a gift would give
Whilst darkness ruled, love would live
And once again she would have her man.
Then with this oath Fate forever swore
For just one night, spirit would be flesh
Love would live and souls would mesh.
One night of darkness nothing more.
Watching her brush each flaming lock
And Fate watching us did not mock.

2.

As she rose and turned to wait my call
In spite of time I had to stop and look
That precious second was all it took
I realised why she was my all.
Tears of joy running down her face
She came to me with outstretched arms
I surrendered easily to her charms
That she offered me with loving grace.
Both accepting what was Fates gift
Mad in love, I kissed away her tears
An eternity of love with no fears
A memory that would not pass so swift.
As she rose and turned to wait my call
I realised why she was my all.

3

Kissing turning to red hot passion
As her red chemise fell to the floor
Her cries of joy, her wanting more
Our senses reeled in celebration
But even Fate must bow to time
And so everything must end
Human feelings can't transcend
That damned cockerel, dawns chime.
Not even dawn may we see fill
We may never enjoy it together
But our Ghosts will love forever
And for us this love fits the bill.
No longer sat framed in the firelight
Red hair highlighted a flaming sight.



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Rose Coloured Glasses

Even more I love Australia
With shimmering haze of afternoon heat
Then the rains and floods thereafter
And yet still the scenery cannot be beat.

The shift of colours where e're you look,
The north, the south, the east, the west.
The hot desert or the mountain ranges
Australia will take you to her breast.

The misty haze of the Blue mountains
Hide the lush green forests down below.
When e're I think about it, I am haunted
Such strong feelings, of wanting to go.

Floods and lakes larger than countries
Appear in the middle from year to year
All showing the colours of plant life
The suddenly it will all disappear.

Clear blue oceans and seas surrounding
Give birth to coral and other plant life
But now through man and pollution
Are threatened with some terrible strife.

Australia is the hardiest and toughest isle
She will be victorious in the end
And with the help of most Australians
Will all those stupid problems mend.



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Divena Collins

After the Storm

This night seems very strange all is still
There is no sound to silence but peace
No pent up thoughts within to release
What was once life is now void and nil
There is a greyness within dark clouds
Strange voices whisper thro` the trees
Within the silence of a drifting breeze
As darkness upon the night enshrouds
Gone is the hoot of the old tawny owl
No wild life left to call the right sound
No evidence at all or proof to be found
Not a thing here left of beasts or fowl
This night seems very strange and still
What was once life is now void and nil.



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Classic Willpower

Frustration of a poet that cannot find
Within emptiness on an unwritten page
So deep inside he shall destroy with rage
Dark shades of grey from a troubled mind
Shalt follow his thoughts of another kind
He writes with passion of a futuristic age
Of imprisoned sentences locked in a cage
That had rendered him before to be blind.
Finally he escapes for his muse to survive
And pens a vivid picture from deep within
It is then his imagination begins to thrive
He knew in his mind he should finally win
When his play with words ventures alive
Determination of will may dwell therein.



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Moon Shadows

Deep within an imaginative status of mind
Betwixt shades of grey within a moons light
Shadows silently haunt the darkened night
Moonlight within a hazy mist of a scary kind
When sanity of composure is hard to find
For a dark silhouette shall never be bright
Tricks of shade become hindered of sight
As the outcome of fear begins to unwind
Consciousness of being completely alone
With silence of breath devoid of all sound
Fear of a nightmare shalt forever be shown
When shades of darkness plagues the ground
Within wrestless sleep of nightmares prone
When fear of darkness shall ever be found.



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Natalia Pushkin

Shalt not the kiss of affection be blessed
From a poet that had loved but then lost
His loving gesture fails and turns to frost
How much she would love to be carress'd
That he speaketh of in her wildest dreams
His pledge of love to be so softly spoken
To be his bride within a true lovers token
May not befall all his affection redeems
But his fame was short for a famous bard
Some say that his life had ended so cruel
In the name of love he was killed in a duel
For fate had dealt him his one final card
Shalt not the kiss of affection be blessed
How much she would love to be carress'd


Natalie Pushkina - By Vladimir Hau.

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Jem Farmer

Black Variations

The devil's dark hue
Mourning tears a clue
When grief marks its due
Dark shades of black.
Remises saw birth
The joy of living's mirth
And powers of earth
As tears drop back.

Card hand's a lame duck
Gambler’s come unstuck
Black cat bringing luck
A breaking grin.
Darker ways incite
The passions of night
Within love's delight
And slow hands win.



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Peter Willowdown

Cups

I drained the cup of glass
and I drained the cup of jade,
I drained the cup of porphyry
wherein mens dreams are made.

I drained the cup of crystal
and I drained the cup of gold
wherein the fates of men were mixed
before the world was old.

I drained the cup of wisdom
and I drained the cup of sorrow -
the silver cup of yesterdays,
the gold cup of tomorrows.

I drained the cup of onyx
and I drained the cup of ivory;
I drained the cup of chalcedony,
full of bitter irony.

I drained the cup of fire
and I drained the cup of frost,
I drained the cup of new-born stars
and the cup of old black holes
wherein all light is lost.

I drained the cup of water
and I drained the cup of wine;
I drained the cup of mysteries
but saw no vulgar sign.

I drained the cup of common stone
and I drained the cup of wood,
I drained the cup of All the World
and deeds both dark and good.

I drained the sparkling cup of glass
and I drained the cup of jade,
I drained the cup of porphyry
wherein mens dreams are made.

I drained the cup of diamond
and I drained the cup of ash;
I drained the cup of Every Thing
and then I smashed the glass.

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