Best Gallery Poems

My Gallery

In upper part of my body
A cognitive bell rings
From a dial-up connection
of live wires

The modem is working just
To repeatedly provide
the facsimile of
Barren and bald paths

Inner lumbering of daily freight
Coiling, clutching upward
There is no vivacity
The vital force has parasited
How I inhale life?

My days and nights...

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Floating scents 
of blossoms 
Walking in the ashes 
Of Derek's heaven 
Inbound upon vision 
Falling crystal teardrops 
Summer dew 
On the ground 

Beautiful gardens surround 
Explosive in nature's beauty 
Blossoms of all shades 
Bouquet the very earth 
In the sweet 
beautiful aroma 

In the scent...

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His shop is filled with the finest treasures
The artist walks ‘midst his imposing creations,
By the marvelous statuary, and original pictures.

Artifacts collected from myriads of nations
Featuring tapestries and folk art unparalleled,
The artist walks ‘midst his imposing creations

And those of other masters who’ve excelled
In the finest of...

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o what emotions stirred
the colours and hues
the contrasts and textures
the splashes and strokes

artists expressing it all
serenity and madness
gentleness and vulnerability
passion and violence

letting it surface
like a bubbling stew
for the sake
of communicating

and contributing 
unique perspectives
leaving their mark
on life’s journey



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~...

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Writing Gallery

Inspired by “Writing is really a form of addiction, really”
another superb Cyndi MacMillan line

Fill me poets with a
lawful rush to 
every cell of existence.

Hooked like sharks
to wounds, guttle
each new drop, each word,

without which we painfully
pass away in need of substance, 
a heart, a soul,...

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THE GALLERY


Another day goes by, outside influence on the outcome
Tearing the heartstring in two
And in my mind, strange topics pop up again
Without your love in my life
I don’t know what I would do…

On the home front on my own it seems I’m alone
To pick up...

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BAG-LADY IN THE PORTRAIT GALLERY

In all my failed moments of ambitious grace,
The truth, swarth-headed, lifts its greenest shape
To madly light the curls of whitest lace
Edging your throat, and redeem the nape

Where a brown knob burnishes the bone.
Such well-bred tenants of the proudest hock
Like ancient grandees,...

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I’m looking at this picture of my daughter Ava 
someone took three years ago as she was watching me 
during the semifinals of our tennis club’s singles championship:

Standing there with her back to the camera,
her little fingers curled around the metal wiring of 
a chain...

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I went to The Jester’s Tea Party
In the tower with the winding stair
Frida Kahlo manned the door
And God and the Devil were there
The artist was stood in the shadows
Silently summoning me
To stand with him like a tiny child
At the edge of an innocent sea
He showed...

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A splatter of random color,
literally thrown on the canvas,
sold for two million dollars,
has it really come to this?
Somebody would shell out cash
for what is really a paint spill?
Perhaps they really ‘get it,’
I’m thankful that I don’t.

A naked man with a bear
painted upon his chest,
stands stock-still...

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Wherever he looks
Mona Lisa's gaze follows-
His every step...

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Never pass up a good cartoonity                                       ...

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They say the eyes are supposed to be the windows to the soul.
That thought often makes me shutter 
because they can become blinded by small, flip folding
white lies created by a stranger and it allows yourself 
to be opened by the pull of a string....

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I said,  

    "I'm not an artist but you are a masterpiece in my mind."



 And he said, blushing,

     "Do you come to the art gallery often?"


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April 30, 2015


Poetry/Free Verse/At The Gallery One Day
Copyright Protected, ID 04-...

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Come inside and see whats 
there
and perfect division a wanton 
lair
for there is no glitz or glamor
just pale ordinary palatial 
hammer

There is plenty to see and 
much to glare
centered most wonderful with 
care
all the sights are censored 
they're to risque for this 
endeavor

We all have...

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