Pastel Poetry Please

The pallete overflows

Colors no-one knows

A spectrum of hues

Whatever I choose

But the grays get in the way

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Wheels of color roll on the ground

Colors don’t matter if wheels ain’t round

Drawing time from sketchy books

Gradient defines good, shady or crooks

And the grays all have a say

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Canvas pure, time no-more

Palletes bare, nothing to share

Thinking of more, brushes galore

Morning’s bright till dark of night

Yet the grays still paint my day

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Morning Triku #59

The Hunger Haiku’s

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Drips End

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Precious little bean

Sweet with cream dream, water pure

Hot tonic to cure

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Scrambled Emotions

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Warm and firm to touch

Smooth curves conform in cold hands

Crack, beat add to heat

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Lustful Awakening

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Its length is lovely

Its girth is great – Goooood Morning!

Sausage on my plate

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