Art Imagery Poems

This is the edge of America 
This is the edge of America 
The land of the free
Home of the brave
The Republic of Tyrannies
White hoods and...

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Metro Cardigan
with a slim fit.

Be in your thinking mature.
Hero of the day.
Atlantic Starr

Moving steadily besides the still waters.
May goodness follow me.
Ensemble Cymbalta.

Skyscrapers on top of...

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In the heart of the flames, passion ignites
Burning brightly with creative might
Dancing shadows, swirling high.t

Embers of inspiration painting the sky
From the ashes of doubt, new...

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It 
is the
persona 
naught 
beseech 
favors from
those four
elements
Earth, Wind,
Water, and Fire
for the restoration
of life or to maintain
said life through merely
to being Native American
tribes symbolize Zinnias...

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I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.

I corrected hazy, crazy...

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          Welcome to the land of...

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

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Take me there, where the daffodils dance,
Preening with joy, flaunting nature’s art,
Where birds have assembled to watch
Sitting atop, prancing from tips of treetops,
Tuning lyrics of...

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a large school of fish
     in unison each fish turns
          synchronized swimming
...

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#2: The Cravings Culprit

so I fought ...
with all I got ...
I fought, and fought, and fought ...
with all that I had, I fought ...
I drew...

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When songs of joy are sung, deep and full-throated,
     Gay lines of cheer blissfully oft' may spring;
but songs sung happily hide...

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Selfish, keeping myself from high, so it's written. 
Continued strokes to the face seem to change each dawn for the better. 
Force myself not to...

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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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Your glances were pure
Pure like emotions
It stuck me hard into you that I couldn't take off.....

I wished our breaths lasted longer
Longer and sweeter than pomegranates

It...

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Lapses in mindscape lane don't 
denote being fantastical,
subconscious realm portrayed
by vivid thoughts as Déjà vu.
The body lingers and ages but
the Psyche, new as dew. 

Countless...

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