Free Thoughts~on One word...

RhymeFairy said:
a whole lotta blue goin on here ....


Syllables: blue

Parts of speech: noun , adjective , transitive verb

Phrases: blue in the face , out of the blue , the blue

Part of Speech noun

Pronunciation blu

Definition 1. the color of a cloudless sky; the color between
green and violet on the spectrum.
Synonyms azure , cerulean

Similar Words sapphire , powder blue , cobalt blue , turquoise ,
hyacinth , cornflower , navy , steel blue , ultramarine , indigo ,
aquamarine , lapis lazuli

Definition 2. something that is blue in color.
Example Do you want the blue or the green?

Definition 3. one who wears blue clothing, or a group identified
by the color blue.
Example The blues are playing against the greens today.

Related Words heaven


Phrase the blue


Phrase out of the blue


Part of Speech adjective

Inflected Forms bluer, bluest

Definition 1. of or pertaining to the color blue.
Synonyms azure , cyanic

Similar Words powder-blue {powder blue} , ultramarine ,
steel-blue {steel blue} , hyacinthine {hyacinth}

Definition 2. having a bluish color of the skin as a result of severe
cold or slight injury.

Similar Words cyanotic {cyanosis}

Definition 3. depressed; melancholy.
Example He was blue about losing his pet.
Synonyms down, doleful , depressed , downcast , sad , melancholy , despondent
Crossref. Syn. low , downhearted , unhappy

Similar Words dispirited , unhappy , morose

Definition 4. (informal) risqué or indecent.
Example a blue movie.
Synonyms bawdy , risqué , dirty , obscene , indecent
Crossref. Syn. off-color

Similar Words vulgar , coarse

Related Words skin , dirty , moody , gloomy , melancholy ,
lonesome , dejected , pensive , indecent


Phrase blue in the face


Part of Speech transitive verb

Inflected Forms blued, bluing (blueing), blues
Definition 1. to cause to become blue in color.


Derived Forms bluely, adv. ; blueness, n. ; bluish (blueish), adj.


Go for it ...

Happy Writing. I know ya'll
are gonna have a blast with this one, lol ~

:rose:


He sang the blues
in a light blue jacket
and denim jeans
under a baby blue sky
on the corner of
bluebird st and ocean dr.
He touched so many
with his indigo guitar
singing till the day
his lips turned blue
 
If I have to give you a piece of myself
then let it be this. A smile to hold and cover
the dark days. A hug to surrender yourself into.
To shoulder your pains and cries of disbelief
as loneliness swamps you and tries to take you down.

Could I share a moment in your sunlight, just to feel
again, for one moment, the blessings of love
you have given unto the so many friends and family
you cherish and treasure.

I shall trod down this path that leads
to who knows where, knowing I still have
this peace of your love tucked deep inside to bring out
whenever I feel the need. Whenever, I feel those blues
sneaking up to try and take what lil of you I still
have left ...

:rose:
 
RhymeFairy said:
If I have to give you a piece of myself
then let it be this. A smile to hold and cover
the dark days. A hug to surrender yourself into.
To shoulder your pains and cries of disbelief
as loneliness swamps you and tries to take you down.

Could I share a moment in your sunlight, just to feel
again, for one moment, the blessings of love
you have given unto the so many friends and family
you cherish and treasure.

I shall trod down this path that leads
to who knows where, knowing I still have
this peace of your love tucked deep inside to bring out
whenever I feel the need. Whenever, I feel those blues
sneaking up to try and take what lil of you I still
have left ...

:rose:

wow, RF... I like this (~_~)
 
Beautiful poem RF

RhymeFairy said:
If I have to give you a piece of myself
then let it be this. A smile to hold and cover
the dark days. A hug to surrender yourself into.
To shoulder your pains and cries of disbelief
as loneliness swamps you and tries to take you down.

Could I share a moment in your sunlight, just to feel
again, for one moment, the blessings of love
you have given unto the so many friends and family
you cherish and treasure.

I shall trod down this path that leads
to who knows where, knowing I still have
this peace of your love tucked deep inside to bring out
whenever I feel the need. Whenever, I feel those blues
sneaking up to try and take what lil of you I still
have left ...

:rose:

As usual, you touch me in ways very few could ever understand. Thank you
 
Many welcomes...

RhymeFairy said:
:eek:

I did say the word was blue ... right? Lol ~

Many Thanks my friends ...

:rose:

From Many Feathers...

And don't forget to drop by my thread RF...
 
cherries_on_snow said:
Bluely she walks and this walk is slowed
by the watery moon which clothes
in blue the shadows and shallow water.

Bluely her boot heel slides against the concrete
but not raking, merely gliding
in a long stride suited to long
faces and long
thoughts.

Bluely her lips purse
incanting the names of dead fires
long since cooled, punctuating
whispers with those long lunges
that keep her from falling
altogether.

Bluely she walks for she cannot sit
and she cannot sleep
and she will not weep.

This one caught my breath ... lovely ~!!!

:rose:
 
cherries_on_snow said:
Bluely she walks and this walk is slowed
by the watery moon which clothes
in blue the shadows and shallow water.

Bluely her boot heel slides against the concrete
but not raking, merely gliding
in a long stride suited to long
faces and long
thoughts.

Bluely her lips purse
incanting the names of dead fires
long since cooled, punctuating
whispers with those long lunges
that keep her from falling
altogether.

Bluely she walks for she cannot sit
and she cannot sleep
and she will not weep.


mine too! (what RF said)
 
it was a cold night out. the kind of night
where all good boys and girls are tucked in bed
awaiting the dream fairy, but not these two
kindred crossed souls. talking all night, days too.
a love bloomed for all to see.

the rest I shall ... think on ~ :rolleyes:
 
I hate red roses. They remind me
of death, as if it just reached out
and plucked all the remaining blood
out of ones body.

Give me yellow. For I am happy
and love to see the sun, shining
brightly upon petals of silk. Smelling
like heaven, the kind one can sink down
into and just melt, melt away
into the sunset ....


..
 
the emotions which well in my heart
spring forth in stream of conciousness
pour forth drawn by gravity
twist and turn in paths opposing
gain speed, progress
buffet boulders, skim shores
stirring silt, growing muddy
come to resr confused and contradictory
 
Although your path grows murky
and unclear. Seek solace in the knowledge
of what you know. Be happy first with yourself
then the rest shall follow. Confusion
breeds discourse leading to paths wrongly chosen
for the sake of the moment, not the future ...


so says ... RF~ :rolleyes:

Sorry I could not resist. :eek:

RF <~~~ Bad girl eh,wanna spank me now? :eek: :D :p

Shakes booty at ya ... *wiggle~~wiggle* :cathappy: ;)

:rose:
 
Lmao...

RhymeFairy said:
Although your path grows murky
and unclear. Seek solace in the knowledge
of what you know. Be happy first with yourself
then the rest shall follow. Confusion
breeds discourse leading to paths wrongly chosen
for the sake of the moment, not the future ...


so says ... RF~ :rolleyes:

Sorry I could not resist. :eek:

RF <~~~ Bad girl eh,wanna spank me now? :eek: :D :p

Shakes booty at ya ... *wiggle~~wiggle* :cathappy: ;)

:rose:

Come're girl....I'll spank you.
 
Many Feathers said:
Come're girl....I'll spank you.

:catroar:

slow saddle burn
dripping kisses on neck
bites bitten
beg ...


was a perfect ten ... kinda, lol

do not know how perfect but I do so love the word ... beg~

:devil:
 
I like..it sparked this

tungtied2u said:
the emotions which well in my heart
spring forth in stream of conciousness
pour forth drawn by gravity
twist and turn in paths opposing
gain speed, progress
buffet boulders, skim shores
stirring silt, growing muddy
come to resr confused and contradictory


wip....
Somewhere there’s a deep blue vineyard
where relics are strawberry marked
by the ground of open sesame.

This hinterland where moonglo
caresses the wild
blue of yonder,
many may wander to and fro
shifting savage to soft
pleasure to pain and
back again;
till the sun rises
ripening wild and tame
leaving its burnt harvest
to perspire into rain..
A ring of fire climaxed.
 
whip, you say ...

..

I was attacked.

Minding my own business you see.
When along came a spider
and scared the stuffings
outta me.

Ass mid air,
crawling in deep.
I was bound and determined
to clean that ac. When in
this black vermin did seep.

I whipped outta there fast,
not knowing what I did.
With a bump on the noggin,
landing in bed I slid.

Eight hairy black legs
scurried so fast.
Screaming for mercy
I was aghast.

Moaning in pain.
I jumped to the floor.
As I saw that varmit
head for the door.

Size six stomped hard.
Nailed him on the head.
No more spiders
crawling in this bed ...


OK, Another knock on the noggin for me. That is two this week. They say three times is the charm. Ummm ... what the hell do I get?


:rolleyes:
 
RhymeFairy said:
..

I was attacked.

Minding my own business you see.
When along came a spider
and scared the stuffings
outta me.

Ass mid air,
crawling in deep.
I was bound and determined
to clean that ac. When in
this black vermin did seep.

I whipped outta there fast,
not knowing what I did.
With a bump on the noggin,
landing in bed I slid.

Eight hairy black legs
scurried so fast.
Screaming for mercy
I was aghast.

Moaning in pain.
I jumped to the floor.
As I saw that varmit
head for the door.

Size six stomped hard.
Nailed him on the head.
No more spiders
crawling in this bed ...


OK, Another knock on the noggin for me. That is two this week. They say three times is the charm. Ummm ... what the hell do I get?


:rolleyes:

that is enchanting... <bigrin f
figures... I'd read this right before I go to bed (~_*)
 
her soul awoke
with just one touch.

sleepy eyes
fluttered and smiled.
this man,
this divine specimen
always had the power
to make her bold as brass
and pouty as sin
with one touch.

stretching long
as his feathery fingers
cupped and soothed
bringing every ounce
of love to the surface.

she trembled
from the emotion.
playing pictures in her mind
of past moments
mornings, just like this.

her heart wept and rebounded
playing out those moments again
like a movie, only this was real
he is here and holding her tight.

she never knew a love so right ....


~~~~~

to touch, smell
just inhale the memories of past days
putting right
getting those ducks lined back up
to chase your dreams
and make'm real. This is my gift to you ...


~~ grrr, gotta get ready for work. Just playing around a bit this am. I keep going back to touch and smell. A big turn on for me I guess, lol ~

Have a great one :D

Happy Writing~

:rose:
 
whip'o'will
will you trip your whip for me?
sing that sweet melody
whip it light across the trees

...
 
whip, eh?

consider:

Whip

You are God's forgotten son.
He would have created you
out of pebbles, mud and soil
if he hadn't drawn a curve

in wet sand and breathed
on it. So the Devil did it instead,
carving an imperfect S
from a volcano-red hide.

You can feel his voice lashing
out with every flick, asking
for forgiveness even if no one
is listening.
 
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