Tag Archives: Colour

Frivolous verse

Red coals in the firebox

Dick Trevithik, Cornwall's best,
Stoked his engine in his vest.
Even though it had no name,
It hauled its cargo just the same.
Off it chugged from Pen-y-darren
To the town of Abercynon.
Once its challenge had been met,
Mr Homfray won his bet.

Matthew Murray, from the Tyne,
Built an engine for a mine;
Forged a hypocycloid gear
To harness horsepower at the rear.
Named his engine "Salamanca",
During that Iberian rancour,
Honouring a famous part
(Wellesley besting Bonaparte).

Stephen Robertson, England's son,
Built an engine, set to run
On jointed tracks but (being blunt)
He, sadly, built it back to front.
He drowned his sorrows in some yoghurt,
When the glory passed to Robert
(Master Stephenson, Geordie's mite,
Who saw his Rocket take to flight.)

Frivolous verse, Lyric Poems

Where did the indigo?

Hominaticum donovani

Red is the colour of the lycopene
In tomatoes, to show they're ripe,
And in peppers of certain type
That's the kind, that's the kind
I like the best.

Orange is the colour of the carotene
In the taproots from Netherlands
And some tubers on costers' stands
That's the kind, that's the kind
I like the best.

Yellow is the colour of the xanthophyll
In the dermis of chicken's legs
And the middle of soft boiled eggs
That's the kind, that's the kind
I like the best.

Green is the colour of the chlorophyll
In the foliage and stems of plants
And the string beans that come from France
That's the kind, that's the kind
I like the best.

Blue is the colour of the flavanoids
In the berries that grow stateside
Bound for England upon the tide
That's the kind, that's the kind
I like the best.

Violet is the colour of the lavender
From the shorelands of sunny seas
Scenting nectar for honey bees
That's the kind, that's the kind
I like the best.

Lyric Poems, Poetry

Shimmering White

The first time I saw you, the evening was falling;
A red setting sun filled the sky.
I looked at your face and I heard kismet calling;
I silently made my reply.
Then the sunset was gone and the evenstar shone
With a radiant shimmering white
And I stood there, spellbound, never making a sound,
As our stars crossed, on high, in the night.

And the red, green and blue,
Which brought me to you,
Are changed into shimmering white.

We journeyed together, in joyous vocation
And toiled in the same fields of green.
Two hearts moving closer, towards the same station,
Till nothing remained in between.
Then that moment arose, as true love surely knows,
When the time for that question is right
And your answer would bless, with its contented “yes”,
As your smile flashed its shimmering white.

And the red, green and blue,
Which brought me to you,
Are changed into shimmering white.

We stand at the altar, our loved ones around us;
The sky overhead deepest blue.
We cherish our future, now pure love has bound us
For you will love me and I you.
And my soul brims with love, as you stand like a dove,
In your gown of pure shimmering white,
And my heart fills with pride, as I kiss my new bride,
And our dreams find their wings and take flight.

And the red, green and blue,
Which brought me to you,
Are changed into shimmering white.