Best Viola Poems

Viola Fuller

1879 – 1909

For it is written in solemn Chinese ideography,
That two women under one roof spells trouble.
For indeed my life found trouble
And death quite early due to influenza.
I spent my leisure hours in China Town
16 miles to the west in old Los Angeles.
Spent hours...

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Viola
if you could ,
would you come home with me?
Far far far away from your three ring circus dream.
Far far far away from your masters steel eyed hook,
the one that broke the joints of your spirit.

They dress you in sparkle and silly caps,
happy cotton candied music...

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Violets grow in vibrant purple hues
flourishing in pinks and blues
cheerful in a place of sorrow
mocking the solemnity of the cold grey stones
echoing the spirit of the woman
laid to rest beneath the blooming colors
for her spirit and vitality
cannot be snuffed out by death
she has become more...

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We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow 
 of a nascent union. 
Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers 
over the rose inside my heart,
shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire,
gliding through the tundras of charred weeds,
 fin-like petals quake beneath our feet.
The...

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You are both a flower and an instrument,
One embodies beauty, the other creates it,
The Violet rises to the sky to shame dark clouds
The Viola trembles its strings to surpass silence
And I can see you are in color and in sound:
Petals of music with shivers of...

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Thou art like an ever-changing flower,
That gently grows unknown, unto a heart. 
Mere moments later appears thy power
And blossoms eterne. Death, that foe, doth part.

Forever, beside this flower I lie,
Captured like a dove, fooled by mine own dream.
To be joyous, yet bursting with a sigh,
For...

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In the first day of the month of rain
She blushed forth from the earth
Beneath the verdant canopies
Of her sylvan homestead 

Every dawn, she smiled at the sun
Beaming at her idol’s daily passage
Posing in perfect stillness
Until her face fell with the day

As the night’s veil unfolded
Her...

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mussels,dill & aquavit
white truffle custard
and black truffle ragout
salted caramel
mascarpone sorbet
different
choice!...

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Viola
Admiring her beauty he was mesmerised
Her complete perfection brought tears to his eyes
Holding her tenderly in his loving arms
Slowly he caressed the magic of her charms.

This was the gift he had waited so long for
The answer to prayers he had made to the Lord
It felt...

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First chair spotlight
Prima donna given
vibrato queen, mourn scorn
and thumb-nose

percussion.  Passion can be
shallow as a whippoorwill
or deep as bass drum
got on groove

and the diva gets her tension
roses like concrete
thrown her statue.

One day a fiddler
kicked back and threw out
the mightiest bluegrass
God's earth ever smelled

was good to...

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The artist savors the subtle imperfection that makes a moment unique.

John G. Lawless
©5/7/2023...

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Let me play the strains
Of those cadenced memories
And lost orchestrated dreams.

Strains that ebb and flow
From my blue rustic aged
Viola of loneliness.

Copyright: 1992016...

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Burlap sack,
twist of hay.
Chicken blood,
Some words to say.
Puff of smoke,
cast of lot,
and this little bit of hair I've got.
Sew the doll in a certain way,
its voodoo for : Viola Grey.
I wish I could be there to see,
has I choke the doll and she can't breath.
And...

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late autumn cold
the last viola
trying to bloom...

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Something Old Something New

Viola - Original


Admiring her beauty he was mesmerised
Her complete perfection brought tears to his eyes
Holding her tenderly in his loving arms
Slowly he caressed the magic of her charms.

This was the gift he had waited so long for
The answer to prayers he had...

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