Curators Poems - Poems about Curators

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ behold pyramids timeless, grand sentinels, silent and wise curators of ancient souls ancient mysteries locked inside in solitude they stand in desert, mystic la......Read the rest...

... They found me lying in the sand one day; as over time, waves carried me to shore. My fate made plans that I'd forever stay- for I, her brooch, My Lady did adore. Her face appears ......Read the rest...

...If all you need to ask, "Is beauty truth?" It isn't much you need to know on earth. It's less than what appraisers say it's worth, This jar with frieze depicting frozen youth. Curators and coll......Read the rest...

...Early morning blue sunny skies askew turn to white grays on piggyback once light breezes that blew gentle in and out the trees comeback now race wildly out to the sea renewed. The colors ......Read the rest...

...As we speak, My children and I are famished Our fireplace is cold Our pots are empty It is may, but it feels like December Our thatched roof is covered with mud And our barns ravaged by corr......Read the rest...

...If we pray for other countries to prosper, real neighbor ... As Old Cultures and Histories model, imbibe, declare ... There would be fewer dark nations seeking refuge in whiter Would you even co......Read the rest...

...‘WHITE COLUMN RESSURRECTION’ Even now you stand poised with memories of a corned cobbed pipe in one hand-tight gripped lapel in the other-perched against thick southern charmed columns positioned ......Read the rest...

...Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice comi......Read the rest...

...Poets are the first class citizens of the country, They are the interpreters of the future through The eyes of the gods that call them into service. They are well respected and feared in the socie......Read the rest...

...I see a green tree. It is all I want. A dry rocky mountain and a hawk satisfy. To die spiritually in the hot sun and the body go on climbing. To take the paths among the rocks and mahogany bush.......Read the rest...

...WHAT WOULD IT MEAN IF ONE TRAINED A GROUP OF MONKEYS TO PULL A LEVER AND THEY VOTED YOU GREATEST ARTIST EVER WHAT WOULD IT MEAN IF ONE TRAINED A GROUP OF MONKEYS TO COLLECT ART AND THEY BOUGHT ......Read the rest...

...Life is not an alibi, it wasn’t built for practicality You cheer the crowd and succumb to formality A tragic event will not stop the planet turning In me is the spirit inexorable, avid - burning ......Read the rest...

...*Note: A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday ended in January 2010. Curator......Read the rest...

...'That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella. Get to tickets to Cairo tonight.' I looked up from my desk, picked up the phone and sullenly said ‘alright’. But before I could make that call, I had to cancel ......Read the rest...