Art Appreciation Poems

The container in my chest holds water not blood-
Water of the kin and kind.
But I bottle it up scared instead of sprinkling the holy water...

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I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. 
Brought back by popular demand. 
They say that soup is better after it sits for a...

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I love chocolate soup the best! 
Served after a hefty meal. 
There’s always room for dessert 
When it comes to poetry. 
So sickly sweet it...

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Tiny hands
Pure hearts
Silly smiles
Footprint art
Cheerful shrieks
New found words
Belly laughs
Singing heard
As I open up the door
These are the sounds I hear
And everyday it gives me a...

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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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Optimizing hobby moments with zest
While indulging in creativity’s flair
I do exercise my handcrafting best
Producing work of art my soul can share.

Delighted, I bask in crocheting...

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I prefer my soup hot and fresh.
But sometimes I like to change it up
With something cold, like Gazpacho.
It's still best fresh but still good when...

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You capture me with your radiant smile 
Hearty bold laugh impassive and vexing
Little grey hairs in your barely there beard
Needling your chocolate chin for years
Your...

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I like my soup fresh.
Not that stuff from cans or dried-up in packets.
Soup needs time to simmer ...
Releasing savory ingredients from around the world
That recipes...

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I like my soup hot.
Slurping the edge of the bowl carefully
So as not to get burnt.
These aromatic words are better than any drug.
But just as...

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Prem aur moh, do alag raah,
Ek pyaar ka, ek bandhan ka sahaara.
Prem mein hai utsaah, sangharsh aur samarpan,
Moh mein hai moh maaya, bharam aur bhool-bhulaiyaan.

Prem...

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After an age, I found myself in her presence, 
Struck again by her simplicity, her very essence. 
A mathematician, now on a spiritual path, 
Her...

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When the wheels fall off,
Some find a way to re-attach them,
Others for a variety of reasons,
See themselves as the reason they fell  off,
And yet...

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painted flowers on the wall, doesn't need sun dirt water  to grow...

4/21/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024...

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It 
is the
persona 
naught 
beseech 
favors from
those four
elements
Earth, Wind,
Water, and Fire
for the restoration
of life or to maintain
said life through merely
to being Native American
tribes symbolize Zinnias...

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