Best Rococo Poems

Some lives seem predestined -

etched with stellar grandeur
upon the crystal cradle of the universe
where solar winds sigh but a lullaby
and infinity is but an inheritance
whilst...

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EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT NOBODY KNOWS

The Paleolithic Era was a long time ago. 
It consisted of a few years in a row. 
That's pretty standard as...

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Emotional me
is out from my verbose head
like a winter flower with
petals, so much like
hankies of a sleepless god,
to wave in such elegance
my charm over you,
again...

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Amadeus - Amade

Where!  Where to honor you, Amadeus –
In the city of the waltz –
In palaces gilded with golden light
In cathedral dust, forgotten,
In mountain...

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THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE

In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was...

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Black is not the colour
that you carry all round
to suit the rococo ground

Black is not just beautiful
it's the haunting memory
the big pool
of rococo fantasy;

It's not...

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14: If the soul meets death when Sattva prevails, then it goes to the pure regions of those who are seeking truth.
15: If a man...

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For real in keeping it real.
Ornery man in the political arena -
Xylophone players of classical music support is essential.
Trumping it to be the next in...

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What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants,
a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts!
predominantly Catholic with its many facets
its historical resonance and...

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Somewhere inside, I’m broken,
Fragments of flesh and glass,
Memorials rococo of vision,
Flicker, crumble and pass.

Emblems of hollow achievement,
Semblance of scarcity glance,
Shadowy flutters of moth wings,
A retreat...

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Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy's 1976 Buick...

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MASKED BALL – THE QUESTION

Maddening the music
In exotic minor key
Those ornate, blinding masks
That cherished memory

Scented the ambiance
Obscurely lit the hall
Rococo baroque and splendid
In period costume...

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caught short singly
one rainwrote morning in hyannisport
when snows a science
over iceroof and snowfloor beachsand and
eastersundaysun a milton shadow opportunity
opposite sleeping young and russetrocket cool
in ferriswheels...

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Somewhere upon the terminator’s birth
The young lovers dance and sway
To a symphony of dawn and starlight
Undulating within newfound passions
These two naively press and discover
The zealous...

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Walking past a mini soaked mattress; an empty baby stroller..
By it's side; abandoned this site she seems an open walkway his
Buildings and bricks less her...

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