Et Poems - Poems about Et

“Et tu, Brute?” “Who me? "No! Never! Nay!" ’Tis yon Cassius’ gig. I didn't wanna any part of it, you dig? Now, please ~ kindly turn your head ~ the other way."...

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‘What light through yonder window breaks.’ (Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2) I see a strange light outside my window~ ET never did make it home ...

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‘Et tu, Brute?‘ (Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1) hey what are friends for ...

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Although I could count the petals of a flower the tree of my great faith doesn't cease from sight like a seed of hope always seems to foster, the echoing call that wants a praying answer in the night. As I venture into Summer's golden warmth, expecting a wanderer to sift through my heart like an old folk delve into his...

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pact fusion hath brewed welds cauldron spewed spit fiery sparse talents biformed renowned oddity affair ardent youth pose statuesque fragile innards touch grotesque bursts end aggression severs espousal rapport guilt aspires realist soars...

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there is a never after where words are lost and colours fade but perhaps we won't let go in dreams and voices there will be one more story from me you'll be attentive one last time yet the tips of my fingers ...

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To keep his mind off his father's woes Hunter became a Trumper Soon his left foot started drumming ~ It 'mis-heard' he was a...

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RAPHAELISTA  literary   stylized symbols highly  elaborated in extreme   detail of wet white in bright   colours...

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CONCEPTUALISTA impenetrable   fascinations signified ever in transition of the trivial visions   validated with   unnerving     perverse provocations subversive     & startling extremes generated to view     inspire       awaken         surprise of one mind   into another ...

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Diluted ink blots splashed in  random spontaneity mingles with in improvised  doodles of white   writing soak-stained  sponges wet colour in compulsive spiked   abstractions of looping   layers  from memory's drawer Diluted ink blots splashed in  random spontaneity mingles with in improvised  doodles of white   writing soak-stained  sponges wet colour in compulsive spiked   abstractions of looping   layers  from memory's drawer...

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initiatives to sparkle as    conception a convincing   illusion    powerfully      elaborated a vigorous  scene initiates a  complex analysis so visual &   appreciated in a  wondrous manner       humankind 'neath the           divine             disclosed the unique    renaissance  of a pieta piece, tactile touched Frescos, paint bright  fresh as yesterday the stupendous suspended above    in space multifaceted &gifted  by God's grace. a painted 'dreamlike unreality' stunning perspective  sublime  & so poetic so stylistically  diverse...

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looking down visionary     of  earthly                    life mysterious in every detail a lonely genius mused     by fierce           inspirations                 tearing imaginations asunder visions         abstracted delicate of a willing mind art       so sublime prolific   persistent intense  obtuse picturing     nature's scream trembling anxiety   expressed of...

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Jeepers creepers, evening peepers It's their job like one's life keepers Finding flaws on others' scar Like perfect people, all they are Guarding in the light of day Sour graping in every way Like it's their own business to mind Fault in others, they try to find I don't know how much they're paid Maybe it's...

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When I became nominated for ’Fabulous Over 40’ for the National Breast Cancer Foundation campaign, I became passionate as I campaigned for votes and donations. However, I had never lost a loved one to breast cancer; but the campaigning was very close in heart for me, because I had lost someone so dear and precious...

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There on to you!!! Your idiot brother Hovered over a Starbucks, Your sister was seen Cruising Rodeo Drive. And Uncle Henry Got hold of a bottle George W. Dickle Tennessee Sippin’ Whiskey …and you know Uncle Henry!!! Left his “vehicle” In the river…. They’re still dredging Papa says he’s had it with you guys And Mama said She’ll leave a light on. Your best bet is… Head to the border Claim asylum Head for...

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