Best High Art Poems

One thought
Was found
While we live
Above
And love
All little trees
And roofs
Around,
I am
Everywhere:
Our music
And poetry,
High Art,
Tender voice
Of my soul
Playing
Great sound......

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JACK PAINTED A PICTURE 
OF A PURPLE WATERING PAIL 
ON A PLAIN PAINTER’S PANEL
AND PLACED IT ON TOP OF A HILL

AND PUT MY POEM OF...

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Inspiration of the pure High Art is a sweet and light Creation:
Let us build the new happy life - aesthetics
And humanity generation!...

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East Jesus




Assemblage and mixed-media arts,
imagine a world without a waste,
Salvation mountains, acrylic colourful carts,
Sculptures and installations put with taste,

Self assessment of the deep inside,
Freedom of...

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The summer heat swells
The brain trying to function
Under the pressure

Hands and feet are stiff
Eeking words out of the air
Seeking a release

Sometimes thoughts rain down
Interferring with...

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LIBRA

   L ooks on to the bright side and loves to learn new things

   I ntellectual and has a keen mind...

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CHARM IS DECEPTIVE AND BEAUTY FLEETING
THE WOMEN WHO FEARS THE LORD IS TO BE PRAISED
PROVERBS 31:30

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED
Over the years to cross paths with...

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So many faces in the mirror
So many strangers in view
Long forgotten projects
Traveling in foreign lands.

Half forgotten affairs of heart
Women who will never know
Some subtlety to...

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I see that the high sky 
is the true blue of innocence
and the deep indigo of the clouds
is close to the colour of wood smoke
fired...

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It raised more than eyebrows, to say the least,
when Manet unveiled his masterpiece
Le déjeuner sur l’herbe (Lunch on the Grass)
though the title suggested nothing crass
or...

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High Art passing down the Stairs;
        Catching glimpses unaware....

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Sock drawer poets they called us,
All our scribblings secreted away,
Composed then filed unread,
Hidden from the light of day.
And then along came the Tablet
And universal broadband,
Fast...

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