Best Retouch Poems

This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers...

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Everything that time or tide may tell
           a silver birch rise in an azure sky
           Moonbeam with its wrinkles and dry mouth
   ...

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(In the early years of the 16th century,
the artist Pinturicchio was employed by
Cardinal Piccolomini to decorate the
library of Siena Cathedral with fresco
scenes from the life of his ancestor, Enea.)

The Contract

The Cardinal requires Ser Bernardino, 
as high contracting party to the tasks, 
to paint ten histories...

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I've always looked rather young for my age, or so I'm told,
But a kid in the burger joint today was ever so bold!
He rang up a "senior rate" for the burgers that he sold!
That little scoundrel! How dare he assume I'm that old!

Nowadays, when I...

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Time’s never obliged ~
Heedless, impetuous fame
Exacerbates traits…
But factitious facades fade
UV-rays on gelcoats, craze…

Retouch, unfinished ~
Tide oblivious, streams on
Rising and ebbing…
Eyes old smile recognition
Young ones urge explanation…

Names so soon obscure ~
Ocean sinking impetus
Leaves afloat, excerpts…
Darn! That cannonball race zipped!
Speedy generations flash…


(3/7/2021: Caribbean, Windmill Cove)...

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by Michaelw1two

inspired by the word works of Gabriela Markova


 like opium,
 desire climbing the door;
 entering in the keyhole,
 today done, and no tomorrow;
 the past, reliving those memories,
 misery firmly displaced by smiles;
 out of my mind, floods my truth,
 into this moment’s secret...

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We sit together,
For hours in lonely land;
Sit silently side by side,
With no word from mouth,
Yet don't know why we smile;
Face and eyes gesture,
Communicating signs;
Thy girlish eyes, 
In gesture gives a look,
penetrates straight into my heart;
Happens something and something,
Then flows back to thou;
Though can't hear, 
Can't...

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My selfie with words
By alexia brinsley
 
How do We capture a moment when the flash doesn’t  work, and ideals can't be cropped in a frame?

When filters just “hurt", the "enhance" won't flirt, and the tag doesn't yet have a name? 

Why do we share...

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As recollections are restored, clay breaks retouch. 

          A bare soul, a wrecked heart, sorrow, and despair

                   Tears...

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If I were to collage next year
I’d place bronze across gold
and third over first,
stick paper upon electric,
paste glutton below thirst.

If I were to sculpt next year
I’d chisel women into boardrooms,
chip away white to reveal colour,
smooth borders, fences and walls,
curve catwalks with something fuller.

If I were...

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I sift lines
Retrace old footsteps
I sip wine
Retouch old mind maps


I scan plots
Refine odd angles
I cast lots
Remind odd bangles


I seek drafts
Retrace fond trips
I feed craft
Rescind dim grip


I stitch reach
Retrieve old pitch
I beach niche
Relaunch prompt itch


I pry poise
Restore odd oomph
I try noise
Reward odd blooms




Leon Enriquez
03 May 2017
Singapore...

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Living by the clock of
cells calling with a
message of goodwill or,
"Please pay your bill."
her veneer is peeling away
in the face of time;
behind the mask it
appears wrinkled by the tale.

No allergy to make-up
marring the paint job
although, a retouch
might carve a legend.
Rushamora, with her three
faces of tripolar...

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Once while sitting, idly, scribbling
thoughts, like drool, slow, slowly dribbling
eraser tips muse gnawing, nibbling
I spied a shadow on the floor
suddenly the muse came creeping
creeping through mind’s chamber door

The month was chilly, wet, and raw
goosebumps raised by wingless “caw”
pencils clutched in darkened maw
mocking me in retched...

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Subtlety is the lexicon of exquisite mindfulness. 
Kintsugi is a Japanese method of mending harm. 
Another soul, another brilliance, another imperativeness. 
Kings platter broke death, distress, and a phony delight! 
In any case, there's gold and platinum dust here. 
Avail Chinese polish tree saps to...

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