Art Fun Poems

"I am nobody," the whispering breeze,
A silent echo among the trees.
Who are you, in this vast expanse?
A solitary soul, or part of the dance?

"I am...

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In case you haven't noticed I'm a poet verbal usage explosive,
Wrote it to show I'm potent while showing I'm still unfolding,
With words I manage verbs...

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 ___" Paper and Pens " . . .

She found paper and a pen,
then wrote down her feelings, 
creating something amazing. 
She got lost in...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

I revisit rather than write from scratch
a poem crafted May twenty third 
two thousand and twenty
since the following words apropos
and...

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We danced all night on Maxwell street 
singing the blues and eating chicago style 
hotdogs driving by Halsted my hair blew in 
the breeze as...

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Silent but Deadly (Written 2014)

In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay,
Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array.
With a glimmer that...

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In a ballet of restrictive and 
stifling carriage, we strike into 
the depths of our imagination
and boundless intuition on a 

rollercoaster soaring free from 
rigid...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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allow me to introduce to you
a dear friend
may I present The Green Man
we once shared a goblet of mead
inside the head of a nobleman
sometime in...

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Imagination

When I was young
just a bright eyed child
Magic meshed with imagination 
Both mystical and wild

Fairytale kingdoms
Colourful real
The grey world outside me
Held such little appeal

I rode...

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  Burpsey that's my name,
  Burping is my favorite game!
  Burps are my art,
  Better than a fart!
  Burps are...

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some bright sequins of fun shined amidst dull threads of routines... art time none...

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Santa Claus is coming.
This isn’t a luck situation.
He knows things, like if you’re sleeping.
Which is kind of creepy if you think about it.
I suppose I’m...

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Gilt-edged first light visions greet 
zestful horde in trendy street
Luscious coffee bouncing bean
set alight a dormant scene 
Pumpkin seeds dot fresh brown toast
eager staff cool...

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In the heart of Harlem's nocturnal embrace,
where the moon's silver threads interlace.
Streetlamps hum a jazz-filled tune,
underneath the city's ebony dune.

Brownstone whispers, history untold,
in the rhythm...

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