Why a raven is like a writing desk?

It creaks, It has legs, It is black,
It eats paper, creates litter, lots of slack
frustrates you if you are a sitter
It is very very bitter
It can knock you out
lets you walk about
It is curious to the hilt
Has a very strong built
And it doesn’t wear a kilt
It is not made of plastic
Its finish is fantastic
as I make things up
drinking tea in a cup
with my friend mad hatter
whose question is the matter
he seems quite pleased
riddle’s answer finally released
Raven suddenly flies far
contemplation left ajar

Flight

past, as a crow, flies
in front my eyes
memories,
few were true
many were lies
to accommodate
sleep at night
smiles in days bright
live a simple life
no conscience fight
to admire present
ignore future fright

Rhymes without reason

How green is your green?
that hedge being preen
ocean water so serene
how blue is your blue?
I will give you a clue
that bird just flew
look at the colour
its all a blur
insinuating a slur
how pink is your white?
arctic on a summer night
seagull on a flight
of fanciful dream
how yellow is your cream?
naked glare of a beam
nothing what it seems
how black is your black?
starry night in a lake
sanity been forsake
touching you as I lean
how green is your green?

What colour is your thought

Black, White, Yellow, Green
What colour is your thought?
If it doesn’t matter
Now or later

And It is the quality
Which makes it good
Or prove it better
Than why see only skin deep

judge people,
fudge facts
smudge acts
Don’t discriminate

Do not discriminate
It incriminates,
makes you a criminal
An animal

and I thought
we were that
few thousand years ago
Let go, your ego

Proud about your skin
burn it in a racism bin
hearts you need to win
And they are all red

Connected by the same
helix thread
Beating drums
affection led

Warm heart will
souls gather
A rainbow made
of peacock feather

Empathy, honour,
kindness bought
That is my favourite
colour of thought

Chameleon

Sky, are you blue, is that true?
Depends, says my good old friend
If you are angry and I agree
I could be red with many dead
Don’t be so mad, making me sad
what happens next
I could be pink, in shame I sink
errors of judgement, I blush and blink
Violet the new colour, becomes this blue
Confused without clue
When you are not around
Nowhere to be found
Unable to hear your sound
I get grey, my clouds in tears
Sapiens destroy sister earth
Scared for her, million fears
I am white, the bright knight
cleaning smog, jealousy, spite
I am dark and black, come soon
Light me up, make me laugh
my funny cousin moon
When the king sun arrives
as court jester in space
I spray colours filling my face
to keep him amused, I hope he stays
That’s the story I could tell today
plenty more still, come another day