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Guernica, large oil painting by Spanish artist Pablo Picasso named for the Spanish city that German aircraft bombed in 1937. The work received mixed reviews when it was shown at the world’s fair in Paris, but it became an icon as it traveled the world in ensuing years.
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I am looking for poems that incorporate at least 7 (SEVEN) of the following words • Cascade • Myriad • Lilt • Serpentin• Slither• Lunar• Nebula• Phosphorous
Artists and poets always have been at the forefront of political issues. Picaso painted Guernica, world famous portraying the Spanish atrocities, and Basque Pablo Neruda wrote about the brutality of Latin American. Goya portrayed brutality of the French Revolution. So don’t attempt to reign in our emotions we need to express the very core of poetry itself—I Am Anaya
Tie my hands so I may not touch others with potent realities
Bind me from what transpires about
Shackle my passions of indignation’s
Muzzle my voice meant to below and not lilt
Blindfold me not see with a painter’s eye I rely
The art you’ll recognize, warscapes that captivate
Hinder me from perceiving what to navigate
Shield me from poet’s stories begging to be told,
like the Buddha confined, b’fore escaping his privileged environs
Shroud what are already squinting eyes kept from comprehension
Gagged and kept in ignorance and with festering hypertensions
Cover my mouth for I shall not speak what is called truth
Crush my spirit in defeat, trampled since my youth
What is left for me on this earth?
Taken a fin d’une époque, an end of mine mirth
with a madcap army closing in, and a harsh prison penance
a desperate gaiety leaves its efflorescence, crimson wall art stains
no more shall be a poets words and nothing beautiful remains
ergo focusing on the vanguard 'tis rendered impotent,
when the rearguard deserts
Lavender lovers are fine they share a rapt audience,
tho we need to discuss harsher matters with more gravitas
For this is chattel slavery, is it not?
Man enslaved like cattle, let me speak out for my heart is worn
My tears run dry, f r ee m e for life has taught me that when
there are many coincidences, they are not
Excessive serendipity harbors an urgent message
speak softly at me be aware I scream a loud from the top of my lungs
ask questions not to be in the dark, my spirit cast
k ee p my spirit f r ee respect me!
Jail me in the dept of dungeons like the poets of yore,
Tho stone walls do not a prison make nor iron bars a cage
War is this fellow poets,
if you want to see a man returned from the dead
if you wish to confirm with your own eyes
that someone escaped the claws of death,
then I’m sorry to disappoint
I was never there, I was detained by those who don’t believe in order
or justice and those who articulate tell me that we should not be free
deem free speech promiscuous shall one day note that they can still change sides
Traitor, deserter, statesman, insurrectionist, call me what you want,
You’ll say ‘I know I am fighting for the right cause, sadly it was for the wrong side
It’s what you’ll say, you shall see for yourself that
divine justice shall be liberating
Battles are fought for love and wars are lost,
Sometimes not all is fair in L
O V E and W A R …
The devil hides behind many masks
and it can be a place where the serpentine
slithers in a demon’s lair
Lavender lovers are fine, they share a rapt audience
Under a lunar twilight's sky tho I shall resign
So, love doesn’t put her in danger
No, not in the nebula darkened horizon
What separates enlightenment and dull ignorance?
We’re making headway, a point of view, posits
They come alive in their works, all great poets of significance
don’t hide themselves in velvet closets
And they shall live on forever in our hearts
If you don’t choose what’s right life shall choose for you
Courage and resolve are called for unlike the myriad
of numbers unaccounted for, they cower ‘neath a rock
I shan’t remain a naïve babe in the woods
I flow like the waterfalls which cascade
whilst passions gush like the rushing rapids
Evil reigns supreme when good people do nothing
Phosphorous is the plaything of the devil
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