Curator Poems - Poems about Curator

... Tim Horton, Tim Janis Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone You were a f......Read the rest...

... Mayonnaise in my mouth; it was turkey—the first Pollack I saw. His fault that the splatter looked like a forgotten egg on the side. Walking toward the waste basket, I threw up in i......Read the rest...

...We, with the geometry and evening balance of our midcentury hands—gently lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the g......Read the rest...

...See them opening the doors to welcome you to the shore. See them opening the door, they are asking you for more. Get your business in line and make way for the divine, open up the village gates and s......Read the rest...

...We wanted to make a heavenly cake But needed angelic ingredients That were as far out of reach as can be So we thought of other expedients Like the famed store of unusual foods Though it wasn’......Read the rest...

...There was a man who whispered in my ear; Emerald green waters furry grounds of green; Promises of illusions yet still very real; Gratitude of thanks use gracious are the thoughts; Gloriou......Read the rest...

...When you think of flowers blooming you think of the stages they have to go through- toget to the point of being admired by rhe world, even captivating a lover's eye- as if it is waiting to ......Read the rest...

...American Empire Supreme, By Davieo, David Rothchild American Empire Supreme Curator of geologic time The One True Field Marshall Of all being & Civilization The One true One The Clear C......Read the rest...

...We were sitting in my car, companions to a lovely Hawaiian night where the moon shined bright, and the white caps glistened in the sea. Everything was in place. The white sand beaches and palm trees ......Read the rest...

... Born to be a woman apart, the daughter of an Amazon Paradise Island Queen they called her the warrior princess Diana a baby formed from clay for the childless Queen ......Read the rest...

...She died in the kitchen perched on a three-legged stool. Her heart flew away along with all the skills of her hands. Now between the light and the dark she cooks the dried fruits of yester-years......Read the rest...

...She died on a three-legged stool in her kitchen, her heart burst, and out flew all the skills of her nimble hands. Now she cooks the twilight mixing the dried fruits of yester-years. I feel her......Read the rest...

..."At Skullduggery our aim is to make this fossil history available to everyone" said the curator of a very prestigious wax museum, built in nineteen forty one all of our replicas are cast from orig......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, I catch glimpses of the future. It’s never very bright. Well, that’s alright Because on cold winter nights Any warmth is welcome to greedy fingertips. It comes from the fire-ten......Read the rest...

...It was our third-grade field trip to the Dinosaur Exhibit We would be touring all the lands that dinosaurs inhibit I remember the teacher saying “keep your hands inside your pockets” Then she pair......Read the rest...