Art Choka Poems

stranded on the beach
a wash of sand-orange blue-
brushmarks lost from view

colour gives away
in signature vivid hues-
picturesque and new...

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Man laying in grass 
Wearing the skins of wild beasts 
With acorns in hand 
A spear of stone next to him 
He laughed to himself...

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poetry is a 
jasmine blooming in the heart;
kaleidoscopic nature

magnetic thoughts that 
attracts, attaches to mind;
an captivating journey

art form enticing
all senses with words and thoughts
woven artistically

poetry...

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stranded on the beach
a wash of sand-orange blue-
brushmarks lost from view

colour gives away
in signature vivid hues-
picturesque and new

Boats at Saintes Maries -Van Gogh...

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Secret lanes spiral 
taunting mystic ramblers whose
fantasies spur restless feet
to wander dream plots
that shift like sands to driven 
Psyches on infinite quests 
for sheds or...

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catbird seat sitting
licking up tasty morsels
I dance out my truth
loving the life actually

watching from afar
I plan my moves cautiously
understanding life
feeding my artistic side

painting my madness
wild...

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A world of sunshine 
Awaits the silver chirpy 
skylark perched on grey  scale branch 
as golden mornings 
usher in their spectral hue
that filter through...

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dawn explosion of color ~
angel’s and flower’s
spectacular yellows, pinks,
cerulean blue ~
still charcoal gray sky
if i look outside, my eyes
depressed by a sunless sketch.


1/30/2020...

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an old alarm clock 
on the road, rusty ten past 
ten, mountains ahead, fine art
america in
the lower right-hand corner,
a wasteland, two yellow lines.

11.07.2019
Fives And Sevens...

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to appreciate
another nations anthem
to applaud on cue
time spent beneath searing sun
where might mingles blood and sweat

of woman's football
in France upon the world stage
a joy to...

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Castles in the sand,
A king and queen do not make;
But lovely beach art they are.
I loved them as a
Child; those magical sculptures;
Still, part of mine...

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Castles in the sand,
A king and queen do not make;
But lovely beach art they are.

I loved them as a
Child, those magical sculptures;
Still part of them...

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some say I come on too strong. I consider that better than coming on too weak. much better....

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Bitten

bottom lips bleed

as passion breeds

entwined breaths

exhaled

  tongues in lapped content

stolen visions sent

shivers scrape her spine

tonight that trust is mine

teeth naw a blushing raw

soft whispers feign

 a...

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A Collaboration with Marti Sutherland

Circling the table before they feast, black ravens crow
bright beady eyes darting to and fro, away they go
landing on a wounded...

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