Leighton Poems - Poems about Leighton

I crave a poem to emerge to purge something intertwined my mind preoccupied tied up in knots and spliced enticing distraction inaction protracting everything ...

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SENUALISTA flickering    fascinations impressions streaming    in tactile textures vibrant estatic    emotions        stimulating improvisations in imaginations   exhiarations through   time      &         space ...

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Artist Frederick Leighton an exotic idea came upon *Flaming June was her name was she his muse or an old flame...

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the flames haven't burnt out; they can be rekindled active embers that lay beneath what is seen fuel and oxygen equals flames ...

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negligeed shape - innocence becalmed in deep sleep...

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A flimsy negligee betrays her shape- an honest innocence in becalmed deep sleep....

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Frederic Leighton an artistic Lord his erotica style till strikes a chord A Garden of Heperides illustrates his aesthetic ways...

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O' lovely maid, in solitaire so fair of cheek and silken hair A wistful look upon her face It matters not that she is late This Sunday morning at the gate she halts as if to hesitate and looks around with hopeful chance as if to take a second glance for someone whom we cannot see who stands in shadows out of view to...

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How blessed are the green hills below Upon which doleful eyes are cast And the quiescent river flowing by Contented each day going pass She is barred from being in his company As she belongs to another Yet, love is alive in her elaborate dreams Where they are free of her brothers In dreams they are riveted in discourse Of love...

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The old doors of Twickenham our footfall hears not again The willows by dry canals lodge no longer sad complain The ploughs are rusted in the field, and O the rich loam yields Not we dream when tenured to our books, or the windy fields All arable land is senseless used for building broken banks And endless housing, where youngmen...

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For all the Sphynx and Pyramids of their days These that towered beyond Babel before me Straightening the old gordian knot of our maze Have too been swallowed by the unseen eternity For all our might like sand dunes have stood ...

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