Wanted-Lost Poems

In the endless ether wander aimlessly, Words and images dying gracelessly They were creations fondly reared But on the net they disappeared. Heartbroken and bereft,I do recall That one did try Raphael to enthrall In my feebly frail effort to outline What poetry and painting do define. The other did lightly glance at the naming of the parts, More venereal ,rather than the military arts. Lovingly it was my wish them to draw To fill my reader with a sense of awe. My one fond hope is they can truly be found To complete the corpus of my writing round. Should you know where they might be What great joy that would bring to me.