Ee Poems - Poems about Ee

WARHOL studied serigraphic sequences simultaneously...

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a pencil, slender and sleek, whispers secrets on the page, its graphite tip, a dancer's toe, tracing lines of thought, unencumbered. it dances across the paper's stage, twirling and swirling in graceful arcs, a silent symphony of words and shapes, unfolding the mysteries of the mind. its lead, a conductor's baton, conducting the orchestra of ideas, scribbling melodies of inspiration, in the language of graphite and...

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10/7/2023 A classical poet, indeed, you are not. An intellectual poet, spare me the lot!! Fingers that knew well,humanity’s heart . Poetry that freed me from, dead stoic art . Freedom to be, who we are was your song. “Since feeling is first,”I do hum, all...

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"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go . . . )" By_ E.E. Cummings(1894-1962) I...

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emotions are coursing over gnarled Travertine rocks surreal tears are my broken dream’s shards scattered on a barren soil as my beloved rests in eternal sleep I opine the lizard should have waited with his message cursed be the chameleon may his slumbers forever be haunted   my tears aren’t for those who have broken my heart forgiveness was...

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since writing is being, who the hell am I, measuring meter, caring about perfect rhyme, an attention seeker trying to impress writing is being breathing unreeling unraveling unearthing seeing hearing smelling touching feeling e.e. ("since feeling is first he who pays any attention ...

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Get your knees up, Mother Brown, For tonight we're going to town. Under the table, you might go It won't be knees up though It will be from the pints swigged down....

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E.E.CUMMINGS AND I I remember a beautiful, Spring day in Chicago. Sitting on my lover's lap. His eyes as lovely as the spring- green trees tapping gently on my living room windows. His lips velvety as the roses on Montrose Avenue, that day in May And, I, reading him, E.E. Cummings poem, "Since Feeling is First." That one single poem my life did change me,...

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Forgot what this verse was supposed to be Honey or sugar for a cup of tea Captivated by the heavens afar The twinkle in diamond stars...

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Freezing Monday, your fingers are numb Hurry on home to the fire and Mum. Walk in the back and sniff the air, The smell of lovely Cottage Pie is there. Come home on Tuesday,stomach rumbling, Mum's made a pan of Stew n Dumpling. Is there an onion in there for me? Go wash your hands and wait and see. Wednesday it's the poor...

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Sul-li-ee-van, yes mom Where is my CD-ROM? Meenie knows She once paws Dorothea's sitcom...

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No way! am I a pessimist, a realist,is what I say- I am not an ass, donkey maybe definitely,male not a lass- I talk very slow, but this I know fresh sweet carrots help my words flow- slowly one by one, this pleasing drawl holds all my many fans, in thrall Brian Strand...

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edward estlin cummings hurled syntax m i l e assumed nothing as far as ...

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believe you me sirandmiss a country made of this youIItthem(a blended cocktail conspiracy) you, Land of Calvin Klein peacoat peacocks and Maybelline Girl with cryproof mascara dripping(fashion -first step lacking substance(of you I sing: land of Oliver North and Ellen Degenerous land of malcontent:singing(quietly)humming cooking cuisine in add-one-minute-microwave fashion. Shaving with grandfathers dull razors: regifted dull past-tense, passe(useless musings) all and every voice:merrier men singing old songs for...

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