Best Charcoaled Poems

I heard it said once
That attractive to an artist
Does not mean "pretty"
In the average sense
But more something that
Is interesting to look at
And makes you want to 
Keep looking

To him, I can look for hours
And want to keep looking

He is the color burnt umber
Like coffee and...

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Once I dared render
A trapping of quintessence
To hold fast all that is you
Somewhere upon my canvas

To capture your beauty
In pastels of feigned adoration 
From charcoaled scratched eyes
Slowly her face takes form

Searching yesterdays colours
To recapture the essence of your voice 
Now merely a passionate facsimile
Obtusely rendered...

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“Amazing tradition. They throw a great party for you on the one day they know you can’t come.“   
Quote by Jeff Goldblum.





 

JOHNNY SPICER
In this tomb are the bits and pieces of the butcher Johnny Spicer
Got distracted whilst cutting meat and fell into...

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With flaming lips and fingertips
casting words of cockeyed quips
behind a face powdered in white
preys a jackyll with teeth that bite

rouge on cheeks, evil guile at play
opened bottles of rich pouilly fume'
fruit of the vine, wine more devine
than one who waits for you, supine

Painted brows and...

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Her being hangs on two faces of her mind,
one overlooking the essentials and joy of life
as those half-blind eyes reflect what she sees…
is it that Shadow of obsession or power’s  lure
where temptation brews her world,
reeling loosely into a charcoaled hole

and onward through the never...

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I look and see your sapphire eyes ablaze
Their calm belied by flecks of amber flame
You hold me fast in passion’s ardent gaze
I dip in charcoaled irises untame

The ivory moon pulls olive curtained lace
Her beams then rest on crimson evening gown
I see desire’s play upon your...

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The essence of the charcoaled clouds enwraps me in it's gloom.
While thoughts of slanted sunrays try to wrest me from this doom.

My baby said he loves me but he's just not in love.
And I am darkened with thoughts akin to the sky above.

Don't I deserve...

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I’ve been needing your lies 

I’ve been craving your poison 

I’ve been missing your demons 

I’ve been loving your hater 

While I was playing with death 

While it was ing me upside down 

While I was freezing face to hell 

I’ve been moaning your name...

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I was young when I realized my mom was different,
Different from me at least, for sometimes 
She would draw or paint and miracles would happen.
Her penciled or charcoaled strokes on paper projecting life
Into two dimensions, though color, of course, was absent,
Like God, a multi-dimensional entity,...

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Slowly charcoaled clouds cover sunny skies
Peeked playful smiles turn to tear filled eyes
No more making memories
Time sure did fly on by

I think of your legacy and what you achieved
Lived life to the fullest and in God you believed
Helping out fellow man
Not worrying what accolades you...

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*Image of Original Gerber baby, Ann Turner Cook by KTVU.


R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner


Ann Cook
Her look

Not name
Became

Households
Footholds

Aspects
Effects

Neighbor's
Favors

Charcoaled
Turned gold

Adored
Reward

Threshold
Behold

Quest and
Destined

Become
A mom

Four kids
Amids

Teacher
Writer

Thank you
Trueblue

My face
By grace

Glass jars
All-stars

Trademarks
Remarks

Sublime
Lifetime

Apprise
Demise

Gerbers
Furthers

Bless you
Adieu

Godsend
Ascend


*R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner*

At five months old, she posed for their family's neighbor, Dorothy Hope Smith, who...

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I woke trembling on the eve of dawn
dappled sunlight through window shone
upon my canvas there had been drawn
a masculine image, chiseled cheekbones

What fantasy had I taken in flight
Had my hand charcoaled this face
And in the darkness of my night
what knight-errant did I embrace

His eyes bore...

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[First posted in 3 parts. Intended novel: time never allowed]

Prologue
This,  Sir, is the prologue from before our tale begins
About the day our father did succumb to mortal sins
And left behind a man who would succumb to fame and plonk
A man born of no earthly...

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Tonight the air feels different
Like some forewarned impending doom
Tonight the world will listen
She has something she must show
All her years in existence
She has kept quiet
Kept to herself
After years of being stepped on
Tonight she'll shock them all
Her beauty is in her wrath
As her lighting strikes the...

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Here I stare
And sketch myself living
Timing every breath
But the clock remains still
Not a moment passes
An entire existence to spare
One complete
And nothing
Nowhere or time to go
Trapped here
In this ominous setting
Afloat in this once purgatory
Then once more and again
Impalpable designs charcoaled
Shading my ambit in silhouettes
Every turn I...

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