Lichtenstein Poems - Poems about Lichtenstein

Nothing is heard as my mind explodes, the debris contained as time itself slows. Yet it all goes so quickly, leaving nowhere to turn, as exhaustion sets in, I just let myself burn. I stare at the canvas, trying to think, unable to distinguish between safety and brink. There...

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billions of atoms go eye to eye, staring long enough for cellular renewal but not a change of heart ~ with its septillions of atoms. I'm disappearing. missing crucial elements: colour drained, to fill the backdrop more than me. I become just an object with a story. this...

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You can go too far I could go too far In the pursuit of shocking oneself into life Take a whole dollop of stomach ache Shovel in it Masquerade it as something innocuous Now I like mustard And I like people who like mustard But without wishing to state the obvious There's such a thing As too much mustard I admit to...

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there's a start and there's a stop trickier to discern in the one dimensional I want to compare like ...

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I want to pour myself into you reciprocal medicine drink me in as I am swallowed up in the moment pain relief as senses forget themselves in that occupied space of one there...

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you can see anything you want to in it's hazy lustre ...

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Sometimes the information just stops It's all squared off, but it feels too little Perhaps we can't trust what we see Maybe everything is between the lines All I need for this image is stored already I've read that paper in the dim light Placed it there in another reality I'm within and beyond the canvas Captured in ink, somewhere I need to...

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this is by my hand a mark made, a soul's expression the temptation is to make too many but there's beauty in less machines can print copy after copy but where does that leave me come to me,...

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It's nothing, the tear can be wiped away The emotion neatly swept aside today Discreetly dealt with, it's alright I cried out my eye colour during my plight The only indication of my altered state Don't talk about it, or my sadness tinged fate Viewed close up there is no other trace Feel free to be near, study my face Come...

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Your beauty is componentially clear All perfection, from eye to nose to ear Delicate arrangement, however it's displayed Russet red lips, in a most delicious shade An iris coloured ethereal blue I'm reduced to pieces looking at you I close my eyes to reimagine what I see Order is returned as it's meant to be My wish is that you hear what...

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in shaded Benday dots- she creates a niche...

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the tears blend into the background my sadness in the foreground shadows so minimal I shouldn't fall into them the space around me disappears there is nothing to see or feel the tear the primary focal point ...

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ambivalent pastiche in Benday dots...

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Comic book style Roy Lichtenstein made Pop Art a genre to mine His usp easy to recognise no attempt to dress or disguise...

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Pop Art's Roy Lichtenstein found fame with benday & line Paintings large & dramatiique appear as fun & part comique...

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