Long Brushstroke Poems

Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly 
leaving me dumbstruck,
how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; 
ofttimes imagined as time thief.

Hence following vignette: quiet as a mouse lurks the time thief...

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Leonardo more than a Renaissance man
artist? yes but - 
sculptor? yes but - 
musician? yes but - 
anatomist? yes but - 
cartographer? yes but - 
scientist? yes but - 
engineer? yes but - 
inventor? yes...

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Empty sheet a blank canvas
and a wall hanging a screen arras
listen to me—share your journey
why didn't you earn to draft a guernsey? 

Igniting the flame
                    ...

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The  road  to my hometown was  a  long, and arduous one.
I  loved  the walk ,and the privacy  it  gave  me.
My  mind  was  awash...

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A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte 

specified such so as to issue a rhyme, 
but proceeded as this scribe 
didst git linkedin with the cutting crew,
mow or less feeling grassy us,
yet not the...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my...

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Hall Of Blank Portraits 

To my father, 
I paint you as the sea, 
Ebbing and flowing 
In my memory.
Drifting in the doldrums 
Immortal and serene, 
Sleeping forever 
In blues and green,
I sit on the shore...

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I Choose My Friends So Carefully
by Caren Krutsinger & Rhona McFerran

Get back in your house,
I will stay in mine.
We won’t act like neighbors,
Everything will be fine.

I had given you chances,
Several actually,
Invited you to breakfast,
And had...

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I Choose My Friends So Carefully
by Caren Krutsinger & Rhona McFerran

Get back in your house,
I will stay in mine.
We won’t act like neighbors,
Everything will be fine.

I had given you chances,
Several actually,
Invited you to breakfast,
And had...

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Written: September 18, 2023
Unwritten Absence Poetry Contest              Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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In the absence of ink—in a nexus of poetic dreams,
Anathematized by disconsolate...

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The Simplest confession of this timeless magnum Opus, that mine is falling short in a world
Such an yearning of repentance in me, that I am not the majestic Alexander , since I could.
Only one hope...

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                Connections, how are they made?
Perceptions waved in radio, station identification 
made, declared, paved.
Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere.
Staging...

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Siempre el rostro de lo bestial

Always the face of the bestial 
a creature in fabric
of no more than instinctual
an instinct driven by predators

Knee-jerk reflexes for survival
and so we are this
the painted animal

All morality by some...

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As I sit with pen in hand, a canvas of white
A void that begs to be filled with the whispers of my heart
Each word a brushstroke, a color that takes flight
A symphony of emotions, a...

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In the safe refuge of lyrical poetry, I cocooned.
My broken shards fell on a tear-stained screen.
I am the one who steers my own route attuned.
With every brushstroke, many specks are seen.

My broken shards fell on...

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**Imaginations**, like dew-kissed petals at dawn,
Unfurl in secret gardens of the mind,
Where stars converse in whispers, and moonbeams
Weave tapestries of forgotten dreams.

They are the **weavers of constellations**,
Crafting galaxies from threads of stardust,
Their looms humming with...

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zealotry yawping within un
   pretentious sporty, quirky, 
   oddly, manly, kooky, impisly, gummy, 
   edgy, dorky, cocky, belly airs

to disseminate, a quick  
  literary flourishing brushstroke 
...

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O April
how I’ve longed for your return
to breathe new life 
into this gnarled body..
for these roots to be unfettered 
from the grasping earthen frost - 
the past season of fanged nor’easters gnashed 
me bare -...

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In the silences of twilight, I merge with the colors of a tempestuous dream,
Spirits whistling through galaxies of shattered darkness,
I speak with the passion of falling stars, a symphony of souls,
In a cascade of golden...

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specified such so as to issue a rhyme, 
   but proceed as this scribe 
   doth git linkedin with the cutting crew
yet not the least whirlwind will offset 
  ...

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strapped to the mast, I recite it so
to show what I saw, I had to know
  no dramatisation of emotion took place
            ...

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Written: September 22, 2023
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Shimmering shadow sinks sandy saffron shrouds  
Beneath azure skies, wispy wise wool clouds. 
Incalescences in a skid, distinct buds in the weld 
Wobbly whirl seesaw weirds the whole head.

Viewing nature in...

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Its a strange habit
To the muse of my delusions, I set traps for myself
Walk straight without any intention of looking back
I envision a dream and emulate the living presence which entices me
With words, with slurs,...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber in
watercolor coffins 
with opaque metaphors,
weaving hoaxed 
hymns of the nascent...

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I'm back.
Stood in from of the Marc Chagall 
That is quietly across the road

I don't know what else is quietly sitting just out of my eyeline

Whether wraparound sentences are indeed my friend

Where am I again?...

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