Long Artsy Poems

It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with ripe yellow
And orange squash
He was born in a little
Wooden house...

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"Burnt Aqua"



I can taste the sun
on my tongue
it spills down 
my throat
like burnt aqua
healing the beating frisson

I am ebony inside
shading in my shadow world
some somnolent soul
waking from slumber’s dream dance 
a small death in life...

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I had a dream a scary dream. 
That I had a business 
Hot and sexy business. 

In my dream i owned a Modeling company 
For men 
In that dream I was not rich but ready...

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The Beast smirked, horns quivering ...
"You know you want to", he said, nodding toward the hills
There, above a dark, gaping wound of earth, Página Sagrada shone.
A sheer, white marble face of mountain, it shamed all...

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If you have ever read
and appreciated
either Joanna Macy
or Bill Plotkin
you might also benefit
from reading them together
as they each have also read
the other.

Starting to the EAST
in newborn innocent Spring
of budding seeds,
both sacred and natural gratitude
for stepping...

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Okay.......so you winked at me....I winked back......!

Like your art work........very cool. Love to paint and draw myself....although have 
been on a self imposed sabatical for the past year.........any interest?

Sylvia      ...

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Chromatic
Voglio chetu sia mio
Ibi locutus sum
J 'espere que je ne le
regretterai pas
Na ia jeg takkle meg
selv
Daar is geen skeuring 
tussen jou en my nie
Es un honored haberna 
sentido asi
Jeg vil gifte meg med 
deg: Ja...

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Whether right or wrong in some ways we fell together
as if waves crash upon the sea,
our lives did meet

He very artsy, 
I, just a dreamer 
yet I confided 
in him like noneother

He had the most...

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She sits there
electric as the third rail.

Entering Charles M.G.H.
but we’re still moving quickly
(finally
just three of us now).
Each disgorged passenger
leaves a seat
looking back at me
with a shiny black grin.

The wheels and track
wail
as a dilapidated wall
comes into...

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Object to crave
hands off me
i find myself
looking at the keys in the stars in my space
warlords of times of slavery
tortured innocents
never ending labour for underpaid children
smelling burnt flesh
because someone taught her how to swim

he came
we...

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Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide...

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There was a time years ago when the City showed its best.
With majestic hills and flowered streets, the Paris of the West.
Where business types and techno geeks discuss their politics.
While artsy fartsy folks and Hipsters...

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OK folks, there is something I need to share with all of you about yours truly, understand I have no problem with not sharing this in the past with anybody,
because I felt then and still...

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Wild, warm eyes twinkling
Winking with whispering laughter
Loving and tender and dancing
Like a sweet promise of hope

Breaths of passion, praise and prayer
Penetrate the heart of my faith
With music that dances like grace
Forever creating a second chance

Painting...

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Everybody's bashing Putin week!  12/2/22 
                            ...

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Goodbye daddy 

Dear daddy I hope you can hear this
Part of me really hopes you can
But part of me thinks that you can't 
And then I can't help but reminisce

Reminiscing over the memories
But then about...

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The artwork shows a 
female gymnast balancing on a pile of rubble 
on the side of a building damaged by Russian strikes
The graffiti artist posted three images  
the piece Friday on social media, 
with...

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It was really hard expressing
my artistic point of view,
When I found I wasn't crafty
in the crafts I tried to do.

I tried my hand at candling
I couldn't grasp the trick.
The candle wouldn't stand up straight
And it...

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Even amongst the hums and whirrs and hisses
coming from behind the counter
Its so easy
In the pretentious mist of this artsy café
To pick up
And draw on
The stained remains of conversation;
Some so Avant Garde
Andy Warhol would vomit.
Drenched...

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They see long blonde hair and blue eyes, and love me
Because I am "pretty" and "sweet"

They see that I can talk go anyone, and they love me
Because I am always so "happy" and "kind"

They see...

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Poets write poetry; I order pizza
Watch Jeopardy every evening
Close my emails with "Sincerely"
Instead of my own fancy phrase
Wear solid colors--no artsy-fartsy scarf
To set me apart from a regular person

I'm just like a regular person
Spending my...

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She is whimsical midst-escaping
 blackness & beige stagnation,
reverberant betwixt musicality &
 fictitious paisley fabrications,
recognizes the actuality of her
 enigmatic spirit's frivolity,
well-defined by her quirky 
quintessence serving her far beyond
periods of reflective flourishes, 
has never been...

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Just scrap metal in your bellow?
Is your pedal, mellowed old?

Poor old friend, you've lost your wheels
You dream in color, of rubber burning,...
where coughed exhaust, was left behind.

Now we're lost, two junk yard pals
Relics, that have...

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uncertainty settles in
hesitation hath be fallen upon us
they say if something scares you
it’s meant to happen
the compass is twirling out of control
i have no sense of direction
can only trust myself
but it’s okay, i suppose
i have...

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O' crescent moon I truly adore you so
Even the full moon upon the shore you know
Art' thee poetically made of cream white ivory
or maybe marble or like cheese in the story? 
When my day not...

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