I have hazel eyes.
Let’s assume
for this poem
his were blue.
That sickening
shade of too
pretty blue.
You know, the
kind that women
get lost in, or
some cliché
like that.
He had women
of every description.
They never tired
of his discourse,
or his bedside
tricks. Magic they
said, too enraptured
to notice he never
took his hat off.
He was always
bitching about the
harpies beating
on the door.
Trying to dislodge
the shingles from
his roof of
debauchery.
Did I mention his
eyes were a
misogynistic blue?
Yet, he always
wanted another
harpie, and then
another, and just one,
no, two more.
Pose struck. Happy
to be their God of full
frontal. As long as
he reigned over
a kingdom where
the women came
with pulleys and
tight wires of
rope, he could
manipulate and
pull.
Did I mention his eyes
were blue- like the
coldest shade of
winter?
Never alone on
Valentine’s Day blue.
Never heard of
commitment blue.
The kind of blue
that makes women
blue. Drop a Valium
in a shot of gin
blue. Hose to
tailpipe blue.
I look in the mirror
and see eyes,
mostly green with
flecks of dead leaves.
Nowhere near as
mesmerizing as his,
but at least they
aren’t wishy washy
blue. Empty as my
icebox blue.
I take one last
look in the glass.
I see the soil of
determination
ready to bloom
in fiery eyes.
The rose of
resolve taking
form.
I walk outside.
Broken slate
shingles cover
the barren grass.
A waterless stone
birdbath gives me
a gleaming, hopeful
look. The wind
whispers its
approval. I take
a breath, nod to
both, kick a few
shingles and walk
away.
These hazel
eyes are done
with his blue.
-Tosha Michelle
Listen to Jar Of Hearts by Tosha Michelle 2020 #np on #SoundCloud
Beautiful.
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Welcome.
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Tosha, I am in awe of your poetic prowess! The following really resonates with me:
mostly green with
flecks of dead leaves.
And: Empty as my
icebox blue.
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You are very kind. Thank you x
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I only speak my honest opinions.:)
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I’m really happy my poetry resonates
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Drop a Valium in a shot of gin blue? That’s an awesome description!
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Casey, thanks.
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You’re welcome!
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So good! So.. So good! ❤️ 100% talent!
Btw.. What color were those eyes 😉
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I can’t recall 😉 Thank you. xx
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Cool Blue. x
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Hazel 😉
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xo 😊
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Tosha, I like these blues very much! Perfect details. 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂
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My brown eyes have been victims of many a blue eye. Wonderful poem, Tosha!
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Thank you. My condolences to your brown eyes
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Amazing. You are amazing.
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Thanks, C. xx
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My “mostly green eyes with flecks of dead leaves” have also fallen victim to those kind of eyes. Beautiful poem!
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Sigh xx
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I can tell exactly the blue eyed guy your speaking of here. Haha
Great poem.
🙂
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ha-ha 😉
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I don’t think we knew each other way back when you wrote this…I am happy to say that we know each other now..and as soon as I get a working time machine I’m going to go back and comment on this!…you know….to say it’s awesome…like you.
😉
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Thanks, Mcfly 🙂 xx
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xx 😉
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It’s great to revisit this one, Tosha. An oldie but a goodie, indeed. 🙂 And it’s funny that this time around, a different stanza altogether resonates:
“Did I mention his
eyes were a
misogynistic blue?”
Wow!
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The worst kind of blue! Thanks my friend xx
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The worst kind, indeed!
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❤
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😉
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Wow, what a poem. Awesome, I like it a lot. Thanks for posting.
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Thanks for reading x
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You certainly welcome. I enjoyed it a lot.
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😉
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Brown eyes vs blue, hats off to you. To paint a picture, all too often true.
I talk in ryhme somtimes, the best I can feign control over thoughts such as mine. I verily enjoyed it.
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Thank you so much. xx
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Nice!!! 🙂
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Thank you 😉
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It just dawned on me who sounds like you. A band called This Mortal Coil. Your voice wow!
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I’m familiar. That’s a wonderful compliment! Thank you.
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🙂
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Hazel eyes are best. X
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Awww.
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It’s also self-indulgent. I’m told I have nice eyes. Hazel eyes.
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I bet they’re lovely.
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It’s in the hazel-eye of the beholder.
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😉 xx
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irresistible, and am glad I am not such a fellow, my father was, and so I tried manfully to not be like that. Love the song, with its wonderful little guitar solo, but not a great fan of the synthesizer used in this way. Best wishes and blessings, Charles.
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Thanks. I’ll passed the note about the synthesizer on to my dad. I appreciate you reading and listening. xx
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Pleasure, always enjoy going onto your blog to read and listen to the music.. Best wishes and blessings, Charles.
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Love and light
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🙂
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“Hose to tailpipe blue.” Great line! Awesome poem. Nice cover. Have a wonderful evening.
~ Mia xo
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Thank you. You too. xo
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You’re welcome and thank you. xo
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Your poem is good, but your voice is even better. Well done my hazel-eyed friend!
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Josh, thank you. Hope all is well. Always nice to see you here xo
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blue eyes….pfft.
Green is king, baby…green is king.
Well written
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Kermit, thank you. 😉
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Good poem ma’am, a good read.
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Thank you.
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Bonjour JEUNE FILLE
Quelle est belle notre amitié
Elle est pure
Elle est un lien
Mon amitié ignore les indifférences
Elle n’est qu’un charme d’un verbe aimer
Elle éveille le sens de la bonté
Elle supporte la charité
Mon amitié est un charme que du verbe aimer
Mon amitié est faite de sincérité
Belle journée et belle fin de semaine
Bises , Bernard
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Bernard,. thank you. You’re lovely.
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I really enjoyed this beautiful voice Tosha
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Thank you so much
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You’re very real, Tosha. You are solid and real and you firmly exist. I don’t really know why I’m telling you this because of course you know this already, but I’m just … I don’t know … just a little in awe of you? Can I say this? You have reached a height of candour and self-expression that makes me feel a little bit like a ghost – a flimsy presence in the world. You seem to be able to express yourself without any fear of consequence. I guess that I just want to you know that … I like your style.
Erm … that’s it.
Nice poem by the way.
I have very blue eyes.
Not misogynistic blue, though.
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I bet yours are a kind blue. I’m touched by your comment. Writing my feelings down is easy. It’s a bit harder verbalizing them. I fear many things, but I am learning to be a bit more daring and bolder in my life. You seem quite solid to me ! Oh my god, unless you’re the ghost of Henry the 8th or something.
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Yeah – kind. True enough. It’s funny that isn’t it – the difference between writing and speaking. I feel rather hampered by my physicality sometimes. Like now – I was sitting and thinking and staring into space before typing this. You just can’t do that in the middle of a physical conversation. Pausing for thought is important to me.
Nearly bedtime here so I’m going to wish you a restful night in advance, Tosha.
Goodnight. 🙂
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I can be that way too. Rest well, my friend xx
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🙂
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that’s some gangster shit…
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Thanks Danny.
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Oh dear, don’t poke mine out for being blue! Colourist!!
Great piece, DH!!
Fantastic imagery.
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You’re are more a dreamy blue.
Sigh. Ugh! There goes breakfast.
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Nightmarish! Haha
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You typed it. I was being nice 😭
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I did!!?? Damn! Ghost writers attack again!
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Whatever. I’m over my moment of niceness, tail to exhaust pipe blue😂
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Knew it couldn’t last! Welcome back!
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Thanks creep
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Lovely and at the same time I think with an ugh feeling that my ex-husband had that sort of a shade of blue 😀
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Ugh. Glad you are rid of him
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This one Tosha – wow! A true work of Art you’ve created here. ❤
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Thank you!
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The most magnificent and gripping poem I have ever read.
Tosha, you are a goddess of words and soul power. 🙂
I don’t know why the title and the words had clicked me in mind with this song.
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Love. Love. Love. Thank you!
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Awww…you are welcome my friend. 🙂
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I have to speak up for dissed blues, everywhere! (Excepting my ex-…). So, what should I say? Very nice poem! With love, – Beautiful Blue-Eyed Babe
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Ha-ha I’ll have to write an ode to dreamy blue
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