Art Adventure Poems

Metro Cardigan
with a slim fit.

Be in your thinking mature.
Hero of the day.
Atlantic Starr

Moving steadily besides the still waters.
May goodness follow me.
Ensemble Cymbalta.

Skyscrapers on top of...

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Beneath the night's soft glow, she finds her tune,
A girl who loves to dance under the moon.
In its gentle light, she feels so free,
With every...

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Look around, lovers with temptations
are everywhere: do boy's shy eyes  
charm a naive girl, who believes
they are true and that he tells no lies?...

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          and about that
        “mine next think”

  ...

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petal paw prints pounce
starry eyes twirling with tail
black rose under moon

April 4th 2022
Contest: Black Cat Haiku
Sponsor: Robert James LIguori
5th Place
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Famous literature?


This Saturday, like many others, I got up late
it was almost ten, my hands trembled, 
low blood sugar
I can live with diabetes while keeping...

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake and darling buds of May and summer's lease...

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In shadows deep, where dreams retreat, Hope deferred, a heart's defeat.
A whispered promise, lost in mist,
In longing's grip, where souls persist.

Each fleeting glimpse, a flicker...

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rain and sun~ join their artistic moment dancing over the rainbow...

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 ___" Paper and Pens " . . .

She found paper and a pen,
then wrote down her feelings, 
creating something amazing. 
She got lost in...

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Easter as interpreted by one...

rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, 
and rebuked courtesy 
one ill shod Unitarian atheist,
who means NOT to affect
any sacrilegious fallout
nor offend devoutly religious...

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My way (edited)
the three famous tenors sang, MY-Way
the fat one died, and the two others 
hates each other
never appear in public together
One looks like an...

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Where I looked
Don't look at it anymore
So I surrendered to a woman-river
Hemlock juice across the river blue
I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings
Let's go through...

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Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. 



I perch upon the locked...

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The wealthy couple

who live on an island in the Far East
but once a year, they visit Europe
every year when I see them, they have changed...

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