Best Colonnades Poems

Magnetic attraction, enchanting dream of a lifetime -
	majestic pyramid attracts my eye, 
	mystique draws me in
	
O, your architecture! Pavilions, colonnades; art enclosing art,
	every square inch deliberately designed,
	ceilings pour forth scintillating splendor
	
Antiquities from Rome, Egypt, the Orient:
	trying to wrap my head around art
	created in Mesopotamia 6,000...

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Autumn’s  story is full of rustic shades 
that echo  deep from  every vale and hill
of splendor and of  forest colonnades,
as one by one leaves float and spin and spill
in frosted shadows and in evening’s chill

Dogwoods change,in carmine escapades,
to celebrate old summer’s...

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Within my breast I carry ancient death; 
Its face is pale and white as marbled clay. 
Consumed with guilt, I struggle for each breath 
Still sour with napalm death of yesterday. 

The fractured colors formed behind my lids 
Are monumental rainbows round a pit 
Where...

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idealism of youth

mélange of 
dreams and prayers—
disparate yet intertwined—
assembled in their thunderous ranks
to echo past myriad
gleaming colonnades that
buttress evermore eternity

self-betrayal and realization

stolid mind shattered
by coruscant might,
and one's irreverent yearn
in shards was rent asunder,
bereft of merit but who
transformed amid the filth—
banality dismissed

sorrow and reconciliation

grieving stream of...

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Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys
established the best Superbowl Era dynasty
with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw,
a defense disciplined on shrapnel and elite ego,
"Mean Joe Greene" and Jack Lambert, a compulsive punisher with no front teeth
would rather be outlaws than losers...

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Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand

Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy...

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Last Rite of Passage
(for Elizabeth) 30th January 03:11am

Through towering colonnades of stars
She rises with the daybreak's fire,
As angels strum on lute and lyre
And frost sparkles like fractured glass;

And when dark clouds have filled your eyes
Pray do not yield to let them cry;
For she is where...

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Narrowly down the aisle
Right in from the ancient doors
Elegantly they walked in
In the nuptial knot attire

In the messiah’s mansion
Laid central securedly held
With ornamented holds of the colonnades
Gloriously dignified terrestrial footstool

Down below overlaid
Imposing array of Persian art
Suspended high above
Morning sky ceiling 

Now here they stood
Before the...

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The Conference at Mantua

Ah, what a scene of tranquil learnedness! 
The scholars nurse their tomes like babes in arms: 
white locks: heads cocked to savor the address 
of Pius, in his charming Latin: balm 

floats in through high-arched, airy colonnades. 
The lake is laced with...

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(A sonnet for the Bath busker who made me cry)

Beneath the Stall Street Colonnades he sings
Of Vincent and his starry, starry night
The echo of his bright resounding strings
Infusing scintillating rain dropped light 
As weary shoppers rest and take a breath
His voice falls low and sweet...

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Mission jewel seen near ocean's close shore.
Place where white gulls fly and breaking waves roar.
Tiled roofs, colonnades all make a fine tour.
Show birds nesting
Babies resting
Priest are chanting, voices rising, they soar....

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The spirit of the town
has its own songs.
Under the colonnades
light of the past 
is breaking forth.
Cobbled pavements
-clear–
blend with
the presence.
Over old roofs
lingers music
from Dvorák Park,
with tiny steps
a new time
is moving on.


Die Gedanken der Stadt
haben ihre eigenen Lieder.
Unter den Kolonnaden
bricht sich das Licht
der Vergangenheit.
Kopfsteinpflaster
-ungetrübt–
verschmilzt mit der
Gegenwart.
Über den...

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The vice grip tightens, the juniper breeze blows
Good and evil are as one and so very close
Praise that which gives you what you will
But is it truly what you need

Finding bliss in ergonomic thoughts
Brings about the lethargy of the free
Empty and vain, a world of...

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The temple was refined. 
High. 
With colonnades, folded 
in ivy
and in myrtle. 
With wide gardens
(for healing).
It burns.
For centuries, the shadows
sealed.

But you!
Where are you going
when there’s no tomorrow?
The temple – is always

immovable. 





Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
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Karlovy Vary
(Czech Republic)


The thoughts of the town

sing their songs.

Under the colonnades

light of the past 

is breaking forth.

Cobbled pavements

-clear–

blend with

the presence.

Over old roofs

lingers  musik

from Dvorak Park,

with tiny steps

a new time

is moving on....

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