Collages Poems - Poems about Collages

... "Her Mind is a Carnival of Picasso Harlequins" Walking through the poetic frames of featureless ghosts her fingers play like harps their ectoplasmic cages strange symbo......

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...Winter but sometimes the light turns Autumn tricks on the branches Childhood is like a mist we all have to change I'm young and past errors don't concern me Tomorrow can't hold me back Al......

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...It starts with an image-- Collages of thoughts filling the pages-- Of dreams to alchemize from emotions materialized. To all that is-- To be the experience in the present we testify. To live ......

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...Milk and honey flow? Do gems and jewels glow? Are lions tender and mild? Is a tiger like a child? Is this the ninth cloud? Or a joy shroud? Hyperopia? Utopia? What an aspiration in me! Thi......

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...How cutely and compactly you fasten, My shirt and coat and make me smart looking; Could I fancy my woolen coat open, For a chilly cold wave to break us through? How a bit decoration on you change......

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...From artist Christian Schad collages&woodcuts were to be had Now known for hi Neue Sachlichkeit with practical objectivity he gave his might......

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...when i was a kid , a notorious one, i used to turn the world upside down to calm me down my mother taught me the art of poetry, though it still remains a mystery but back then when i used to write......

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...Obdurate goat tangles rough knotted rope Stuck beside shadowy friend, Silky Oak Hedonistic prisoner capricorn, cheap trope Ethics remain riddle, morals mere joke Towered timber utters truth i......

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...Oh, What Is Life? (Written for Kay Collier McLaughlin-With gratitude to Thomas Merton)——— What? What is life? No concise, assuaging answer comes. For there are no stepping stones outside For a......

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...He ignored the warning signs and moved carefully forward and backward In the rocking chair of swept memories and went for a wild white knuckle ride Swayed but not faltering although he swung l......

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...INSTRUMENTAL Love is music and instrument, when we play... MOON It's an adventure suspended in the air suspense... TASTE ......

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...I know this may surprise some of you. Not all. It’s not going to surprise my besties. But for others, Let me be the bearer of a Little surprise nugget of Information. I am OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE......

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...One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was often much fun. Other platypuses did not realise how much can be gleaned f......

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...My musings move and breathe. They animate as words are inspired from a magical place, a paint palette full of thoughts. Possibilities are endless... I am the mistress of mosaics; collages......

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...The box of sparkly dreams sends out its streams to each of us in visions of reality to take the place of our own real dreams, and to suck out the art and creativity that we all possess and subst......

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