Art Immigration Poems

they made shreres with holes through the center
and painted symbols of wheat on them
and made large doll like figures
with wig like hair
that were used to...

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Sometimes, happiness is found in unexpected places,
In the smiles of strangers who cross our paths,
In the kindness of strangers who lend a hand,
& in the...

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In the dawn’s hazy light, I see them,
The weary souls trudging forth,
Faces etched with half-slept weariness,
Their spirits longing for escape.

In this bustling cityscape,
They gather at...

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Dear Canada, if I were an artist,
I would paint the world with your beauty,
A masterpiece for all to see,
As I know it to be.

Oh, the...

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I stand in the aftermath 
between the oscillations of time 
wondering idle thoughts of you

I feel my mind haunted by 
the passing moments of you
like...

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*** OF AND ABOUT IT ALL ***

Life’s  so much a-coming or a-going,
With hours of waiting or flowing
From now to next
While we step about, hopefully...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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I sat in my yard, revering to the sublime splendor. 
A Setting sun lighted wheat fields with a gold fender. 
The universe is a celestial art by...

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Waiting for the train
Holding the chain,
Boldly at the pain,
Waiting for the train,
No pain, no gain!
To look at the romance of nature,
Outside, it's cold,
That i can't...

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Deep in coiled chambered hearts 
mortal designs conspire 
in arcane chamber hearts
pump isometric drugs 
the cathode ray desires
as electric images expire 
what are the strange...

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I grip the shifting sands, the drifting dirt.
I pull the earth and let fall through these rough fingers.

I pull the power of raw nature. 
I...

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Seeing you in the soft blue 
looking for the outline 
I feel your quickly shifting silhouette 
Watching your passing sigh 
Knowing your shadows of soft...

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Dust
Ashes to ashes
Read as rust fine 
in dust the centuries are lost 
Tomes of history lie in disarray
far away from the terrors of the day...

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What a work is man 
between his heart and hand 
gives birth to creations art 
imagery cast around like pages 
torn from young gods grimoire
Drifting...

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Ghosts in Gray Rains.
All along the rain swept street
Crowed With Ghosts of Lost Sovereign thoughts.
Shadows are carved hard, 
sharp by
Neon Bars. 
My mind wanders in...

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