Gallery Poems - Poems about Gallery

Day and night Over my years I watch This full owl body carved from the light Of wood With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes Held in swooping flight At an angle On a string From our family room Ceiling Circles in the heat of our furnace vent Glides in its corner in summer breezes That is beautiful enough Its constant motion suspecting me A mole Watching TV But there...

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Students their little burning harmonies | you compos’d it One single gallery | public arras blasé debate re-placed Sheets just- | cool on clothesline whiskered with wear. Variousness was it| trusted its core | bayou, brilliant books In /a/verse | oracular : understand it took | not yet Taken | two no yet invented. Anything but in glitch,...

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There, mustardseed scatter’d on firm cement Frank’s sense all but gone as architect- ural borders take shape: the cloister sports Blue-green algae tanks | engineer-BREW guard’d by python & html Biomedical men GIVE IT | in overt Exxon | two two-by-fours square in threes Three-D printed modules fit to serve | reptilian feet | Purpose, _\\r eign...

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These thoughts we frame and title hang now from long defunct dendrites, made branchless by the passé and pointless now all strung-up upon threadbare strings. Ones or twice the hanged are molested by magpies seeking baubles for their nests, yet most go unrobbed and remain as still as death, or they twist in chill uncaring winds. These thoughts shaped to mind-images, collected together in...

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A light went out when you left this world. I’ll never find that switch again, mark my word. The clock’s dinging; it is ten. The nightmare starts then. The sorrow and pain have not eased. Grief keeps following me, as pleased. It is so hard to forget you When I have a thousand reasons not to. I want to be strong and make...

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Nature is one big art gallery...

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faded oil portraits in gold patina frames hide on gallery walls...

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I opened a door in the Universe and found myself in the gallery of public opinion. A serious debate was taking place over Freedoms and God given rights. On one side several thousand people proclaiming Slaves have No Rights. and should be put to death because they have no value and those who disagree in any way should also face...

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Brother. O Brother. O when when we were callow In days young Shakers of the movement before gray & silver turned our locks we held in idol Spree even damned were we Lessen a very score ’til callous became un-sore away had you myth into the far-off seeking a northern star...

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The one who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever seen before." -. (Quote by Albert Einstein) ...

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Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension, a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation. Luckily, current flux of haphazard happening flapped a variable vantage. Blown as though...

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Deja vu- it startles us at times- in a flash- coming before us; a conversation an interaction almost anything- exact in every detail ...

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Art galleries are to me ... a) like coming home as it always feels right b) it is a place to let go of all tension c) it inspires my mind in so many positive ways d) and makes my mind wander to beautiful places e) all of the above Art galleries bring out my creativity...

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My Poem is- Stale flowers of barren lover No touchstone water, no fertilizer -Poem is empty wine bottle No one is interested there -Poem is withered leaves West wind blows away far -Poem is breathless corpse All are busy to bury in sham tear -Poem is glittering dew Under sunshine it’s fading bare -Poem is yellowish spring Winter cell strips off sly wear -Poem is defilement of...

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GALLERY a splash  of colour &  joy brought exhilaration   a repurposed compulsive fascination with  intensity an affectionate  motifs so graphic in a light hearted  brief of accessibility a lifetime opportunity in  nuanced space a conceit  of created vanity  original entire a  sound  comparative so  self-effacing & dismissive accolades of asides  out loud of inspiration  stretches so far back an obvious connection between vision &that of colour to draw attention to a show  of the scale &survey the gaiety   so playfully ornamental topped with shards  of turquoise  like  delight NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable. Copyright...

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