Long Brushwork Poems

She is a perfectly crafted portrait
The canvas nuisance of her skin
The collected sense of sensualness
In every lines convergence of her curving 

And as the sun played with its fingers 
Through the shadow dancing of the...

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The Sun rises...

I know the supposed science 
of light,
bips and wavy lines of
pulsed propagation

like a heart

like emotions~ 

how human feelings start
and stop, the forward/backward of time -- 
the morning news
our repeated proclamations 

stagnation and regressive...

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Some say Love is everything

Some say love is nothing

Of course, if one has never been loved,
never felt such warmth from another;
absent the caring nearness of a  dear
mother, father, sister or pal-of-a-brother

not been taught by...

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I think we are all drummers – 
of course, drum musicians know
that drumming is not just pounding
on the skins (well, vinyl these days) – 
there is also, soulful brushwork, and
finessing of symbols...not everyone a crash;...

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Mist feathery drifts
last night’s breath loosening
above basalt slopes of Huatung

Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork
over Fuli’s rice paddies
new green scented with rain.

Xiuguluan River flows jade mountain-born 
among ancestral stones
white willows in Ruisui weep
dew-kissed
cycad fronds catching first...

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Sleep’s artwork I once created believing I was so aware,
Passing my eyes infinite times those sketches were all I could care,
Some a charcoal black hatred streaked within a gray bleak,
With a knifed paint of strength...

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Written: June 25, 2023
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Purple facets appear by the cease of the day.
As the painter stroke of dusk paints the sky.
There is only one star that makes a return.
Its bright light was a soothing tune to discern....

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Written: June 25, 2023
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Purple facets appear by the cease of the day.
As the painter stroke of dusk paints the sky.
There is only one star that makes a return.
Its bright light was a soothing tune to discern....

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Never thought I could enjoy  being this cold
The sand is firm beneath my bare wet feet
The sun hides behind clouds that threaten rain
Wind finds holes to shiver in my hasty thrown on jacket

And yet...

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I adorn your flesh in trivial words and heat,
The quartz in each brushwork may deplete. 
Ashy blossoms under shattered feet,
In the dusk, inspired by optimization accrete. 

Deep-set violet eyes without a discreet,
Reaching clouds that cover your...

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Thin petals shine like rubies on a radiant plain,
solar flares are congregated in votive candles. 
Vowed to gleam, regardless of the morning rain, 
ambiguity was minimized by sunrise anvils. 
In the gloom, the mist vanishes, executing a sane.

As...

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The landscape of nightfall
explodes with rosette vines,
peeping through a collage of hues where
gatherings of blooms dwell. Almost serene,
I inhabit my soul ready to inhale
the radiance of dusk: of how a world
in my  own inner...

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~Beautiful  Evening~
(  Tanka Duet )


Beautiful evening 
The moon rises in the night sky
The clouds start to hide
Begin see bright stars, dream
Relax,  another day is done

Beauty every day
Beautiful night displays moon
Magical brushwork
The Creator...

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~Beautiful  Evening~
( Double Tanka )


Beautiful evening 
The moon rises in the night sky
The clouds start to hide
Begin see bright stars, dream
Relax,  another day is done

Beauty every day
Beautiful night displays moon
Magical brushwork
The Creator do...

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