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Pain in Many Colors

i’ve seen pain in many different colors
for most yellow,
after the outbreak of pandemic Asians
in the West silently suffered agonizing, terrifying hate crimes,
brutally blamed for kicking off covid -19
elderly people and women alike
were not spared
really, what have they got to do with it?
why so much hate?

i’ve seen pain in many different colors
for most black,
years, even decades have passed yet Negroes
are still considered lowest members of the society
America had their first Black President, along with black men and women
making names in the world, but there is no denying for most they are still nobody
really, what have they got to do with it?
why so much hate?

i’ve seen pain in many different colors
for most white,
when Russia waged a war against Ukraine, Russians all over were regarded criminals
just as how Germans…

Winter tries to hang on
But spring has push it back
Flowers come in the crack
Nature intends to drawn
Like the colour of dawn
Nothing is white nor black

Some buds bloom, pink through green
River is soft, birds tweet
No more snow nor sleet
Buds on branches on scene
Enjoying like a queen
Everything is so sweet

Crocuses and tulips
Daffodils and snowdrops
Pop up like lollipops
Colours like some makeups
Petals burst out in cups
Waking up all the crops

The rain and sunshine come
Time to sound the drum
Kingfisher, loon, swallow
Spring is here – hurrah!

For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/03/17/reenas-xploration-challenge-222/

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #221

Uncle stared upon the blocks
The symbols all to him were lost
Uncle never learned to read
Mattered not my Uncle Sweet

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #221

Words without feelings

A body without a soul

Just blocks of letters

misunderstood snows
preserving not destroying
life’s unsung lover

The winter ice melts and these dark thoughts thaw.
Cold footsteps embrace emancipated earth.
We have waded knee-deep through time’s frozen paths
In days so long, and nights that seem to never end.
To find this place where crystals gleam in green rebirth-
The drip and drop of hope,
The trickle of new beginnings.

cold’s molten portends
nature’s prisms refract futures
on the cusp of Spring

These paths be lonely, these paths be watched.
The destination must fuel the journey
And yet to skulk to an end, is to taint end’s reward
To sour the sweetness of memory, and to blight the lessons learnt.
So dance the path to dreams, and sing your jig of hope
Sing that we may find you, dance like Russians old
Making memories, meeting…