Harlequin Poems - Poems about Harlequin

A mannequin stands in the neon of night head slightly canted harlequin-right fashionably clothed in the brand-names of youth arms shiny rods with no digits forsooth if able I think his thumb he would raise and he’d give me a wink. ...

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Harlequin is moody and sad Columbine is acting crazy again His behaviour was extremely bad Readily accepting part of the blame. Difficult Columbine plays hard to get She's furious with his mad antics Plotting revenge to make him regret Before long she will have him frantic. Harlequin decided he would make-up He bought an expensive bouquet Columbine looked and muttered yuck She definitely has "feet of...

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Harlequin skyline is playing a joke on you; Those tears won’t nourish....

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Heed this warning, dear ladies, Sage advice I would impart: Don't waste your love on a man With a harlequin heart. He can never be trusted, His words won't be sincere, He will never be faithful, And he won't shed a tear When your dreams lie in tatters And he's left you alone, And he'll never endeavor For his sins to atone. For a while he'll beguile...

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Gems, stones, pebbles and crystal Are the only assets we gleefully haul Harlequin wonders on the ground stealthily crawl But monochrome human eyes rarely enthralled Red, green, blue, orange and yellow gems dance in the mid of the meadows From the rainbows the colors they cling Blend with sand and river and they do mixing Some fly, some scramble, and some sleep Some...

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A harlequin in Mississippi His father a priest, his mother a hippy He gives sermons for hours While she waltzes through flowers He finds them quite far out and trippy 1/17/22...

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harlequin cotton clouds billow feisty winds in frisky moods ~ thunder creeps closer lightning bursts run wild driving rain thrashes tree tops ~ leaves flash silver hues harlequin sunbeams spring stretches across calm skies ~ storm makes get away 4-19-21 Contest: Spring Haiku Chain Sponsor: M. L. Kiser...

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"Hearing the Harlequin" Mute Blues and greens Picasso spins his brush on his canvas she appears playing a Mandolin in his dreams Felt She is seen through another's story L’Oiseau bleu, Captured Queen (LadyLabyrinth / 2020) "Felt Mountain" / Goldfrapp https://youtu.be/qLySQ-zuULI 1. Picasso Girl with Mandolin The Seated Harlequin 2. Metzinger L’Oiseau bleu Pablo Picasso / Seated Harlequin - Self-Identity & Picasso's Harlequin https://www.swarthmore.edu/writing/self-identity-and-picassos-harlequin Pablo Picasso / Seated Harlequin 1901 / The Met https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/489124 Pablo Picasso / Girl...

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Marceau leans on air. His ethereal stage, a muse. Walls and limits come and go. Rubber, his body knowing what it wants. His muscle’s tale born in luster under polished light. Each spectator becomes a believer, each observer willingly accepts, how hands make intangible dimensions, how legs scale vaporous stairways. You should never ask what they saw. This myth maker made by his allegory. This illusion maker made...

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Damn me ... Damn me straight to hell ... All this time ... all these many miles ... All the masks and tears and self-flagellation ... All the changes and promises and lonely nights and dreams ... All the YEARS that I haven't so much as heard your voice or seen your eyes ... All the others that have come and...

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On clear nights, if you wish to toast to the man in the moon with a glass of fine wine, you will find no smile on his face. He laughs no more, barely conceals his tears beneath his chalk-white make-up. For him, pain and ecstasy were mere shadow puppets of a sense of happiness which took a long time dying. After the magic and mystery, love,...

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(Glorified Pear Honey) The lowly pear, no zip, no burn. Major juice, anemic flavor. Add orange and lemon for bite. Grind all to blend. Add sugar for sweetness, cook, covered, in 200 degree oven, eight or more hours, as you sleep. Upon awakening, add maraschino for color, seal in sterilized jars, store in pantry. Pear Honey on morning toast, grants a baklava morning, without the fat. cfa© 10/4/2014...

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Turn your cheap tricks; And we all turn our backs, Nobody will laugh at a jester like that. Your black and your white, Now an unrighteous grey, It seems there's no call for a joker today. You can play to the devil And the fallen kings too... Who else would have time for a fool such as you?...

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Gulpin’ kelp, keepin’ me trim… Fill it to the rim! Vagabond dope Don’t do dope Thriftydrift Frank Never seen the bank Sillypill Willy Sportin’ shrunken lily KellyJane Superbeg Win the game, show the leg Sandy Candy Not too dandy Beachnymph scrapeape Frictionwitch lacergrate Fishydish squishywish Krabknish quitedelish...

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I put on my finest and set it in my mind, to win your precious heart. I took great pain and effort my best to you to impart. Then I came before you, to laly my treasures at your feet . I sang to you sweet love songs and wrote your poetry. I bowed down before you on bended knee. Alas...

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