Best Curvatures Poems

I love to sketch with a pen and ink;
to feel the flow of the lines that I think;
 as they pour their way down my arm to my hand
and softly on the parchment land.

I love to sketch the shadows deep,
as from hand to pen point...

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Quiet moments of our deep love
trickling through the evening rivulet of moon
alight as softly as the dove
	…as I dream

Your breath so close to my face
fervently seeking passion’s safe harbor
leading your lips and setting the pace
	…as I dream

Your bold touch fulfilling its dearth
charting the curvatures of...

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I cling to the tangibility of paper
its connection to earth, 
the feel of the grain 
on the skin. 
Words do not exist 
thanks to the mashing 
of keys and buttons, but by providence
of the paper. 
The forgotten paper
is still alive. Soft
and crumpled 
yellowed with age....

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post an atom.
we need one.

subversions
differentiations
of Chantal Akerman reading the Ladies Almanac.
grandpa was jewish,
maybe this summer i'll go to Israel
 and visit the mother of all mothers.
The trapezoidal parallelogram
the exponential function with a base
which does not equal a.
Curvatures and theorems
calculating the dimensions
of delta and the centroid.
lables...

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Your soft  s i l h o u e t t e  lingers into an artisan’s canvas,
the outline of your nape I seem to trace with such ease-
I use my charcoal to sketch the nudity of your beauty, 
and with each stroke I...

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Radio impulse
Stray songs invite;
Hip melancholy

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Words and lyrics
Basket of moods;
Mental corridors

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Espresso machine
Caffeine song;
Frothy brew

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Dancing darling
Plucks my heart strings;
Sense surround

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Listen now
Birdsong metaphor;
Dawn brings magic

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Profound moments
Rain wets window;
Windy sadness

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Neighbour smiles
Meal takeaway chit-chat;
Weather and prices

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Pineapple slices
Lunch time treats;
Sour-sweet yellow

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Dress-up ladies
Dolls on stilettos;
Curvatures glow

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Mascara eyes
Vivid charades fix;
Dreamy distance

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News headlines blast
Earthquake...

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I’m down by the sea

With my baby

Rubbing suntan lotion

Along curvatures of her body


I feel my palms aching to hold her

And feel her energy 

“put a little cream on shoulders, honey ”

She whispered tenderly 

Her shape like waves on a ocean

Skin tempting to touch 

She had...

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Where does one start when through my eyes I see
I see curvatures of she, her soul glows
Naked to bare she lies living so free
Her undulated figure in froze pose
Whilst porcelain skins, excitedly grow

She to me she climbs, snake like we're entwined
Defined, enriched and absorbed, two...

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Over ten worms then? In coats. Goggles? Flight then. Huge paper bees. Altitude 4 on curvatures rattling over the field,fauna and hedgerows. Boom boom boom beasts coming. Mooooving across the territory pulling dragging. When old then its chop chop chop. But if a falling blaster...

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When my mind alit
(when the world was still)
upon curvatures
of breath and silence
and a glance's grace

When my mouth paused
(the world was dark)
on synonyms
for devotion

eyes rested,
trouble was
vanquished then

and one
sad soul

slept...

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Up I looked into the pregnant sky,
and she delivered to me
existence.

It seeped into my scalp,
darkening the clustered follicles.
It danced down the deep curvatures of my neck,
discovering the virgin forests of my skin.
Through my pores, the dirt, the sweat,
it made a map out of me.

And yet,
and...

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In the morning a lion rises from its sleep
Concerned by thousand images of restless dreams
It roars in search of his own image as it is seen in a puddle of muddy water
Tirelessly he roams until midday Sun grazes its gracefulness upon his face
He is lost...

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Unknowing, to delight or depress
his client with brush strokes light 
upon the canvas, vanity to address,
bone structure, curvatures, highlight
qualities exposed by light and shade,
portrait artist sees imperfections 
also the perfections that's on parade
exact likeness or slight deceptions,
studying sitter, performing mind games
creating facial expressions required,
to acquire...

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At twelve o’clock in the day Jobless.
Tired of the hustle, with no food pangs of hunger are eating her insides. 
She lies down and closes her eyes.
Unusually sleep catches up with her.
She hopes to sleep and wake up the next day.
She wakes up at one...

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Drapes surround the sturdy length of vase
With width reflecting devious inside,
Distorted do arrangements, super stars
Become the surging curvatures each side.  

Tint from shadows smooth botanic length,
Like Chinese lanterns mimicking the light,
Cerise like tissue papers, give a strength
Of subtleties that still-life has, it's slight.

Tinplate has...

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