Best Daubs Poems

In swoon ‘neath golden moon and sable sweep
   let bathe with hues upon my canvas soak
     romance a mingle,...

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July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the...

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oh, my precious child!

let me kiss away your weep -
do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night
(stars whispering their ancient lullaby)
swallowing not, the...

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where the pipeline meets the lake
spewing sewage in its wake
several snowdrops grow and help to paint God’s earth

and as acid rains from clouds
upon the litter...

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Oh, my precious child,
Let me kiss away your weep -
Do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night,

      ...

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Wilted rose petals
unable to attract bees.
Concubine's mirror
holds the reflection of gloom
as she daubs rouge on wrinkles.


Date: 08/19/2022

Note: For the contest (Bite Size Poem no51) by...

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Portrait II *
By: Tom Wright
1/31/02

Meticulously mixed, my days as paint,
my life, a canvas, on an easel stand.
Each brushstroke from the palette,
precisely placed by the Masters...

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Night's grassy fields furrowed beneath starry bait,
calls us to cast ourselves upon the straw,
above the Pointillist's daubs spark a hungry slate
to entice our soul while...

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How quick capitalone two-step flickr ring imperceptibly, 
   kneaded asper byte
sized LivingSocial ties, linkedin and massaged viz MineCraft flight
of fancy outlook with plenti...

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Paintbrush colours blue
indigo to ocean hues
and baby blue tints
cerulean daubs on canvas
next to Prussian blue patches.










Carol Fillmore
for Francine Roberts "Blue" contest...

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the sky is like a canvas
splashed with modern art
multi coloured daubs of clouds
streaks of blue apart
a reddish splodge sun
slowly slides towards the edge
and dusk has...

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written months ago commemorating 
the graduation from a vaunted charter school 
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend - 
geographical distance...

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A child shelters ...
Under a bloody, swollen moon
Yearning the daylight
Soft beams show the way
But there is no ember ... no brightened clarity
No warm-to-the-marrow saturation
It is...

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How soft and sweet the breath of May
          So warms to brace the swallow's wing
 ...

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exclamation, which does nothing to stem dead locked high tide   
     proliferation of high-powered assault bazookas 
  ...

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