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  • paint_a_poem 22h

    #haynaku

    /Poems, Words and Art/

    Poems
    Colour grays
    With vibrant words

    Words
    Lighten hearts
    Spark immortal art

    Art
    Brushes dust
    From mortal souls

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    24 Oct 21

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    Haynaku

    Poems
    Colour grays
    With vibrant words

    Words
    Lighten hearts
    Spark immortal Art

    Art
    Brushes dust
    From mortal souls

    ©paint_a_poem
    24 Oct 21

  • paint_a_poem 3d

    #postcard #writersnetwork #miraquill

    / Light as Rain/

    / Postcard to the sky - How can a rainy day though wet and dark, lighten up your day? /


    Dear Sky,

    Yesterday the night was dark
    And I was far from home
    I saw white clouds float
    Until thunder roared and lightning struck

    Laden with vapour, clouds poured as rain
    As the clouds darkened
    They turned ominous and black
    Tried to drench my smile and plans made

    Though they looked heavy
    My heart just danced with the clouds
    I felt light as rain, bright as lightening
    And I flew again

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    22 Oct 21

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    Light as rain

    Though they looked heavy
    My heart just danced with the clouds
    I felt light as rain, bright as lightening
    And I flew again

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  • paint_a_poem 3d

    #feather #runawayc

    Hope this makes sense

    /Phoenix Feathers/

    The Red, Purple and Yellow feathers of the Phoenix burn but outlive nine ravens

    As the Just Shall Sprout and runaways find new havens

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    Phoenix Feathers

    The Red, Purple and Yellow feathers of the Phoenix burn but outlive nine ravens

    As the Just Shall Sprout and runaways find new havens

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  • paint_a_poem 1w

    #mondo

    / An overused and abused colour, not part of the rainbow, mired in stereotyping, but a part of happy childhood /

    What is pink?

    Cotton candies and cherry blossoms
    Ripe strawberries and germaniums
    Bed of roses and rose tinted glasses
    Childhood dreams and gender stereotypes

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    Mondo

    What is pink?

    Cotton candies and cherry blossoms
    Ripe strawberries and germaniums
    Bed of roses and rose tinted glasses
    Childhood dreams and gender stereotypes

    ©paint_a_poem

  • paint_a_poem 1w

    #cinnamonc #ceesreposts #writersbay



    / Cinnamon is a rarely used condiment but if you drink cinnamon flavoured tea, you will be in sweet cinnamon heaven/


    Cinnamon and cloves
    Lined boxes on rows
    Scents and spices
    Amidts greed and vices

    A pinch here and there
    Bland food turns bizzare
    A sweet sense of desire
    With a little spoon I measure

    Toast or tea, rice or wine
    Add a piece of cinnamon
    Spreading happiness and peace
    Palets tingle with ease

    Among many men stands cinnamon
    Queen of spices that ruled Eden
    Royal and regal she stands
    Flavouring teas with an upper hand

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    15 Oct 21

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    Cinnamon

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  • paint_a_poem 1w

    #life #ceesreposts #writersnetwork #miraquill


    /The Big Bang/

    When a speck of darkness
    Was lit by a ray of light
    A billion stars burst with
    A Big Bang, from black to white
    Countless stars, a moon and the Sun
    Earth was formed, the only one
    To house a thousand lives
    That breed and live, and life begins

    Seasons change, from spring to fall,
    Green leaves turn brown
    Youth age, wrinkles form
    Hair turns grey , wisdom grows
    We live and breathe, age and fall
    As the clock ticks and Earth revolves
    Knowing not what the future holds
    If goals are achieved or not

    I am in awe of creation, the Milky Way
    When dianousers roamed
    With thunderous footfall
    Now dead and decayed, as new creatures crawl
    Flowers still bloom, and stars do shine
    One Earth we have, the Goddess Divine
    I only hope I live a transient yet meaningful life
    In whatever Time I have, for Today is Mine

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    15 Oct 21

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    The Big Bang

    Flowers still bloom, and stars do shine
    One Earth we have, the Goddess Divine
    I only hope I live a transient yet meaningful life
    In whatever Time I have, for Today is Mine

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  • paint_a_poem 3w

    Myth

    To the poet and the painter
    The sky is a canvas
    Sunlight is the acrylic
    The Cloud is her muse
    Nature breathes in blue
    Inhales colours of orange
    And paints a resplendent hue
    The fiery sun then sets
    Myths and legends abound
    There can be no rhyme or reason
    Revel in nature's wonders
    Spinning Earth, Moon and Sun

    ©paint_a_poem
    3 Oct 21

  • paint_a_poem 4w

    #travel #writersnetwork #miraquill

    //The world is not a place to be spent in one place. Travel broadens your perspective and travel when you are young and able, because live is short and there is so much to see -The sand, surf and deep blue sea ��//

    /Travel/

    Travel is a great leveller
    Bright skies,night air
    Shining stars and the moon
    Never belonged to anyone

    The last I travelled
    On Camel back
    With a shooting star
    And the Orion

    Amidst revelling travellers
    Following a plan
    Became a nomad
    With happy, dancing feet

    Undulating dunes,
    Distant mountain and desert sand
    Night air, comfort far away
    In forgotten lands

    Horizon faraway
    Like distant dreams
    The call of wild
    A transient journey

    Through the sands of time
    Where the watch never winds
    Clothes twirl, winds swirl, sands hurl
    And the heart rhymes

    When you put on your
    Travelling shoes
    You heart leaps
    Even if your soul sleeps


    29 Sep 21
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    Travel

    Travel is a great leveller
    Bright skies,night air
    Shining stars and the moon
    Never belonged to anyone

    ©paint_a_poem
    29 Sep 21

  • paint_a_poem 4w

    #nostalgic #writersnetwork #miraquill

    //Sea and Me//

    Wind in my hair
    Sand at my feet
    Burgeoning waves besides me

    The once blazing Sun
    Hides behind playful clouds
    Silver lining on sunlit shores

    Stretching white sands
    The sea of allure
    Tides rise and fall, heart beats of the Sea

    Salty air mesmerises the breeze
    Laden with smell of fish,
    Appetising corn and fried peas

    A red kite flies high
    Struggling with its might
    Never fraying, on a hand held tight

    Garlands of sea shells on my neck
    Crabs dancing at my feet
    Complete me and the Sea


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    26 Sep 21

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    Nostalgic

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  • paint_a_poem 5w

    #contest_j
    @jaya___

    Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy
    - HARUKI MURAKAM


    // Money - Counting dollars, Counting stars//

    The old golden coin that conned Midas
    A symbol of capitalism which dictates the new world order
    They say it can never buy you happiness
    But have you said this to the poor who can't make ends meet?

    The Indians had Goddess Lakshmi, the Celts Toutatis
    Bestowing prosperity and financial success
    Even Goddess Aje blesses wealth only on the good
    In making a difference, in leading the life you want

    The rich get richer and poor poorer
    Only If you don't treat it with courtesy
    And give it your due by investing
    Spend all you can but save for a rainy day

    Take a healthy risk and enjoy new learnings
    That money can buy - new education, travel, a new home, a health plan
    Realise your worth and build a portfolio
    A shield during misfortune that nurtures your spirit

    Keeping your near and dear secure
    Health, Wealth and Happines is not a mirage
    If you are sane and have courage
    Start counting dollars when you count stars

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    20 Sep 21

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    Money

    Keeping your near and dear secure
    Health, Wealth and Happines is not a mirage
    If you are sane and have courage
    Start counting dollars when you count stars

    ©paint_a_poem