Hues Of Poetry

{Once upon a time in the land DUP
some poets were board and in writers misery
they scribbled and scrawled
until it dawn on one: “why not write
a little bit, one and all? …}

By Gypsy Red In collaboration with Dartford & BlaccZacc


dartford said:
Good idea...

Give me a quill
pen

& I will
refill

your inkwell
again...

marielavoue said:
A quill?
Repeatedly filled
Or a mere pen?

Carried by will
to fill the void
left open.

Carry it
my brethren
who is next?

BLaccZacc said:
A pen?
No a pencil
To lower the
raised stakes

Brush away
the led flakes
While erasing
mistakes

That seemingly
destroy
the page as your
mind shakes
If that doesn’t work...
screw it
And go eat
some cake

dartford said:
forget the pen,
got any chalk?

hell i'm writing
again..it's good

to talk...

marielavoue said:
Then shall we
draw the lines
be they Naska
or other wise

Quill,pen
chalk or coal
we can
continue the run
until it gets old.

BLaccZacc said:
I'm down with that
And up for that
Try it with crayon
But lay it flat
For a thick streak
Of wordfull wonder
And a mass of colors
With your
millionth blunder

dartford said:
I will write
when I'm old

unless I  
get bored

with the me
dium..

marielavoue said:
The me
I see
writes even
in my sleep
among other things,  
the words creep
and seep
causing the
ink bleed,
It never
seems to cease...

dartford said:
Gypsy red
is now

my favourite
colour

I've decided...
respect.

marielavoue said:
I wonder if
Zackz crayon broke
D's pencil lead
is still
stroke for stroke
Z,What color
is your fav?
Wake up
join the wave!
I will continue
to be the filling
in this manwhich of words
D started scribing...

dartford said:
It's late
at night

over
here. When

I wake
it will

all be
alright

I'm sure!

BLaccZacc said:
Very well said
I'll join the wave
My crayon did break
I’m the weakest color slave
I love all hues
Lights and shades
But my favorite color, Gypsy
A coincidence, bear with me
Happens to be that of your 2nd name
Let me pick your brain
I'd like a couple of tours
Tell me what color in favorites
Beams to be yours?

marielavoue said:
Ah yes it be
passion red
hence my name
is more than
I have said.

Z in slave
there is
no one weak
for they found
strength in
song and speech.
So bring your crayon
and paint me red
And I'll follow along
in ink not lead

BLaccZacc said:
Please do follow G.R
So neglect the lead
And we'll know the way back
With our trail of red

The we leave behind
On the colorful path we seek
Maybe I too shall strengthen
With song and speech
Teach me Gypsy
With you please?
So I can speak
and sing with ease?

Warm colors that  
Drench me in ink
so I can stroke like you
This time you lead
And I'll follow colorful suit
marielavoue said:
Teach I can try,
follow no,
walk with me
by my side
we are brother
and sister of
the same tribe.
We can paint
this scape
in colorful hues
A uniqueness that
We poets can do.

BLaccZacc said:
Lets paint and paint
Below and with height
You’ll be guard of our left
And me our right
And when were done
Blessing the grey skies
Even the blind wont
believe their eyes