Art Daughter Poems

Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top...

spry buck analogous to energizing bunny 
jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus.

Home on the range 
cacophony quite absurd
PlayBoy Bunny herd
and felt ingratiatingly...

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In life's tempestuous sea, a daughter finds her guide,
Her father's love, a beacon strong, unwavering by her side.

Through verses of poetic grace, he weaves a...

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She sits still, yet she travels. How?
Her mind travels when she stitches, 
But not the way that others do when traversing the world.  
Surely...

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Sanskrit language is important, adopting it makes life complete. 
Sanskrit is the first language that came out of the mouth of our forefathers.
Sanskrit is the...

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Man, then Woman

Our Father, which art in heaven,
   is male we perceive,
He first created Adam,
   then He created Eve.

Several thousand years...

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Poetic Ode to Mother



In the realm of love, she reigns supreme,
A guiding light, a nurturing dream.
With tender touch and caring embrace,
She weaves a tapestry of...

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You are sunshine and a storm all at once
We are moved by your expertise, the loving
Art isn't in museums alone when you roam free
A masterpiece...

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HEAVEN SEND ME A MIRACLE 

I walk on by and see you smile rainy nights keep you in my arms
longer than awhile.
hope is kept with...

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The fifth floor was decorated 
With fancy art work. Molly 
Rang the bell. After a few
Minutes an attractive older
Woman answered the door.
She threw the door...

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My daughter
I have seen you blossom to a beautiful flower 
You may not realize what this means 
You are my daughter
I know your worth 
Take...

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She wanders through the town in the morning light, the firemaker's daughter, with her brilliant eyes. Her hair is wild and blazing red, and her...

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Quote By Poet "Art can come from anywhere. 
Paint with paint or paint with words." 


Writers write to write with pen or computer in hand,       ...

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The years have passed since your last Mother's Day;
       to date, they make up fifty-two long years.
With each, the...

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Bits of what we had
Became unstrung, life then spun
Out of my control.
Then saw goodness of your soul...
Sadly cannot find them all....

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There are things you don’t start. 
Would you just break a heart 
Like some daughter now tart,
Earlier being trained: for Art?
You might too, break a...

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