Best Hopper Poems

an automat whose orbs of light
reflect and touch the void of night

a refuge from the twenties’ roar
trapped in her thoughts without a door

a table, cup and gloveless hand
alone together in her land

a bowl of fruit that sits behind:
the 'still life' and her state of mind....

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his distant still palette
of ambient light
painted the silence
of hawks in the night

catching a sadness
that hides in plain sight
in an air of detachment
that hints at their plight.


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~ darkness gleaming   wisdom gleaning   state of the heart poetry ~







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it is 
    what it is
without narrative
isolated
    moments
       of figuration
sunlight 
        on a wall
frozen 
        in time

conversations
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sipping cold coffee
staring into emptiness
counting tiny grounds

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An Edward Hopper moment
finds her sitting there,
half in sunlight,
her legs, the best part
of an ordinary anatomy,
waving seductively,
like some submarine
predatory plant,
while the rest of her,
disguised by the late
afternoon shadows,
appears to read,
but shares the same hopes
as the legs....

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bathed in still shadows
from an afternoon glow
and wrapped inside splendour 
half faded and gone
this house from a time
remote silent and slow
stands trapped by the past
in a world moving on....

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It seems I really loved to hop around,
 to have my feet come off, then back on ground. 
I got a pogo stick I used all year
 and wore out quickly once I learned to steer!

 At 15, I was not the same small kid,...

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Evading sleep...dress,
Walk in the dark cold night, street lamps 
Out of the darkness
Welcoming open doors of the automat
Stop and sip the hot bitter, sweet nectar
Reflecting my soul in your panes
While the city sleeps...
Because...I can.

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where is the back road
that passes this place

- a gas station refuge
between nature and night

and who is the man
with the half hidden face

working / existing
in ethereal light?...

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I once had a rabbit named Hopper. 
My father had bought him for me on my birthday. 
He was small and all white except for little black spots
on his back. He was a happy little thing, always moving around,
Never once staying in the same place....

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Hedda Hopper 
wore many a fancy topper.
Louella Parsons hated her guts,
no ifs, ands, or buts.

I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for
information I obtained to write this clerihew.

June 27, 2013

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Almost Like or Similar To
for Anna Hopper

I just want to make sure it is apparent
that I am not trying to copy or take any
credit away from anyone. That always
bothers and worries me.

Is ADD something you should shout about?
And will always end up with much doubt
Of...

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Once I Met Edward Hopper. 

I was dining in a small hotel in downtown New York,
the food was ok, but the place eerily quiet, so I went
for a walk, it had been raining but the weather was mild.
Further, down the street that was wide, yet...

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expressions
of modern existence
uncovered in reality...

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