Fresco Poems - Poems about Fresco

On the parlor wall, a canvas frame Adorned with whispers of a fascist game A warped impression, born of decadence and sleep The perfect lie, where dreams and nightmares creep A stenciled girl with eyes of distant gray A masquerade of innocence, in every way Her beauty is a snare, a trap to ensnare The unsuspecting...

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Sunburst sky’s spectrum the horizon’s brush smears on jade meadow wearing dew diadem new. Cradled by satin leaves buds blossom that cheers, as petals dance on the crescendo of hue. Beguiled breeze carries the fragrance as fog clears, through its whisper butterflies fly in the blue. The beauty of nature fills my mind with glee, for spring creates a...

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my feet hardly touch the earth I separate the hardness of the ground with the lightness of the flowers the task at hand is so free! ...

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I’m building a wall Ochre color, tan and tall I hired an artist to paint a mural Graffiti subtleties that will unfurl White-washed and Chicano like me I fell hard for him, exposing clarity I knew there was no chance in hell He’d choose a brown, White-washed Chicana for a spell So, I’ll just play the victim and twist truth around And make myself...

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barbeque ruined seagulls have no respect. An old write of mine, which I decided to post. Seemed topical with all the barbequing that is going on. Also, I have never seen so many seagulls. Apparently, they are extra hungry due to the fact restaurants have been closed ~no dumpsters to raid....

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The artist’s prime passion dissolves in the spectrum of colors, looks for an empty canvas to flow and make a masterpiece. Finds inspiration in you from the rainbow of your heart. With its shredded chromatic patches paints a surrealist fresco. December 14, 2020 Contest : It Feels Surreal Sponsor : Nina Parmenter...

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a slick mime had only one dime bought a slivery pot of slime world’s no oyster went to a cloister sacred graffiti thickens the crime 23rd November 2020...

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At the age of 13 he experienced the great depression, and that event helped shape his social conscience. Even as a child he could clearly see all of the resources were still available, but people didn't have money, purchasing power to put food on their table. All of that misery and human suffering, further shaped his social conscience with even...

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Caution taken (lathering exposed epidermis with sun screen) against harmful innocuous rich (Times New Roman) 12 font ask tick sun yet sen sate) refulgent radiant balm unequivocal panacea medicinal luxuriant calm on...

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FRESCO MOON Moonbeams, my dear, shimmering, as our ship rocks to the Caribbean beat. We gaze over the rails, starlight glimmering upon deep-dark waters, fresco upbeat. Monet, would paint these waters, dear. Revel in this masterpiece of flooded light. The mystic sea ripples the universal mirror, into our current, four-pieced crescent delight. The moon, whole like us, as we’ve grown in love. Mannah, dipped into...

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In My Opinion Jacque Fresco May Have Been The Most Brilliant Man, perhaps even surpassing Stephen Hawking. The reality is we can all bring Jacque Fresco's amazing vision, of a most wonderful world all of us can harmoniously live in, in only ten years to its full fruition, if only the masses could unite, and choose to be enlightened. Everyone, Visit...

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I love to eat al fresco When the weather is just right. An ice-cold beer, good company – An absolute delight! The meal is second fiddle To the atmosphere and mood. With gentle breeze and glowing sun, Who cares about the food? The northeast has a limit On that perfect circumstance So I try to take advantage When presented with the chance....

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The Fresco Says It All! From the mountain, From the forest, From the river, From the wild, We came. Naked. Not tamed In their eyes. Depicted by cathedral fresco At Mission BC Our faces are empty In their eyes. No clothes, No nose, No eyes, No ears, No mouth, No expression, No emotions. No individuals. We were the faceless In their eyes Before the Black Robes Came. In their eyes Were we Barren pewter plates? Empty jugs? Blank paper to write on? Creatures to...

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Michelangelo and Leonardo both painted a fresco. Said Leo, “I’ll paint it after I drink my expresso”. The result was “The Battle of Anghiari”, And the Italians ooh’d and they ahh’d like it was a Ferrari. But it faded from view in a decade or two, So today no one knows what Leonardo did do. Now Michelangelo climbed up onto his...

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I promise you a fresco. With all your hardened hues. Brushed with a novice palm and a masters' hearty rouge... To paint your dreams, I'll give you one step beyond everything. Until the eyes devour colors of death. I'll sacrifice my bones to alabaster. Fashion a pair of Icarus wings. Fly straight into the blackest sun. This will take a lifetime to...

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