Long Camille Poems

1.    John Desmond Patrick Keegan
2.    Alfred, Lord Tennyson 
3.    Sally Aline Mae Beller
4.    Charles Edward A. Berry
5.    Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce...

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He was coming.
He was coming fast.
He was coming to pay us a visit.
A brooding, lethal monster 30 miles out.
He was coming straight at us
and nothing or no one could stop him

Our house was on the...

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Monet


Come with me, let us rekindle love –
walk with me over bridges aglow
while rivers magically glisten below.
If you hold my hand, 
perhaps, we might spy a magpie
perched from a snowy sky and as night
stirs, then...

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Hark there kind sir, what brings you here?
A message for my lady, from Sir Lyle Gere
He penned these lines, for her gentle ear
Would you have this delivered, pray kind sir
Indeed I will, my word is...

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Emotional tension fills the air...
 Lights and laughter everywhere

 A fiesta audience waits eagerly for a night of passion.

 The dance of Spain and a sensual dancer
 The Andalusian Gypsy dancer
 El baile flamenco tonight…Ole!

...

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Camille Desmoulins was a poet at the time of the French Revolution,
his enthusiastic speeches were practically the trigger for
the inspiring Revolution of other revolutions ... he acted together
to his inseparable friend DANTON in l789:

Every revolution...

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One little sidestep off the beaten track, 
Is a colorful garden of dazzling shades,
With blood red geraniums of scintillating hue
Interspersed by those of white and baby pink,
Where beauty sings mysteriously, 
Reigning in every theme, a...

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Oh dear Rose, you prickle me
That if I do so much but breathe
I will be full of scars and pain
Though I love to see your beauty close
I cannot out of vain

Oh dear Rose, you wounded...

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Colour intermingled
in the spectator’s eye
divisions juxtapose
 ‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
Colours in contrast
 one next
to another
patiently painted
dab by dab
Planes into particles
pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist,
 pointillist    juxtapose
into our eye colour flows.
Meticulous,mechanical
the illusion
into shape
palettes of the fleeting
made permanent

Pointillist People
louis hayet
 alfred finch&
verhaeren

  .. then

 georges lemmen
angrand henri cross
van de velde &
albert dubois-pillet
& lets
  not forget

camille&lucien
father&son pissarro

you may know

maximillan luce
jan toorup&
van rysselberghe

& you'll already heard

of
 signac &seurat

stand so tall

 pointillistas*

              one&all


Colours in contrast
 one next
to another,
patiently painted
dab by dab.
Cyan, magenta
yellow and key
 illume the picture we see.
 Planes into
particles,pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist pointillist
 juxtapose
into our eye 
  distinct colour flows
Meticulous mechanical
eye into mind defined
the illusion into shape.
In palettes of
permanance
the fleeting flies
sans such subtraction
luminosity lives 
Seurat, and Signac’s  
    legacy survives

...

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Many vanished pleasures of Life

Inspired by the Painting of Camille Pissarro - Rue de Gisors, 1868
Which can be seen on my face book time line as per following URL https://www.facebook.com/ravindrak.kapoor


How simple and beautiful was life
Many...

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What words could one say or actions could one do
As I sit here and pray thinking of the both of you
Not able to understand His Way but knowing it's true
My thoughts are with you today...

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She was out there
out there in the dark
A brooding monster
deciding where to attack
Her fuel and her ammo:
Waters, warm Gulf waters

She attacked...
Howling, shrieking winds
Thirty feet of churning sea
A thirty foot tidal wave
A thirty foot Tsunami
swallowing the...

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They met a few years ago
On a Texas Hold'em site
Cautious to exchange info

Wanted a few hours of fun
Play cards, laughter and flirting
Profiles had lives of their own

Elderly Jack and Lucille
At night young Zac and Camille
Sexy...

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I nestled her… dear January child
My arms her manger on a night beguiled.
Those pink fingers twitching to feel new dawn
As long hours of labor seemed quite undone,
When babe mildly chuckled, I wept with mirth
For heaven’s...

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NEIGHBOR’S TREE

Eye-catching in all seasons
They say talking to flowers helps them bloom resplendent
Yes    resplendent   that’s our neighbor’s tree
Perfectly shaped
So large    so tall    so wonderfully...

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PUNK FLOYD
So here you come, our back's against THE WALL,
and UMMAGUMMA,  you're the worst we've seen,
you'll  MEDDLE in our lives, that says it all,
but please BE CAREFUL WITH THAT AX EUGENE.

I'd ride my...

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I dress like her and listen to music I think she might like just so i don’t feel completely alone. 

She wasn’t even that kind. Or thoughtful. She was just hurt. And I like to...

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Camille, a girl of twelve
Red air and lost duel
With a virus that chokes 
Your chest with wheezing tones

You glow of your mountain shack
Your mother replenishing with petals a sac
Melting perfumes of roses and lavender
To welcome...

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Dawn Moments...!
 
I groggily awoke and a small pot of coffee i brew
I sat outside and watched how the day slowly grew
it was dark at first , and the grass is wet with dew
then dawn...

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IT'S REALLY BRAIN DAMAGE
So here you come, our back's against THE WALL,
and UMMAGUMMA,  you're the worst we've seen,
you'll  MEDDLE in our lives, that says it all,
but please BE CAREFUL WITH THAT AX EUGENE.

I'd...

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 Bar none, the eagle, sought.
Two par as golf ball hits the green.
Akin to sailing a yacht -
money speaks on the screen.

He was a swinger, growing up,
sundry-sized clubs in hands.
Would receive jug, jacket, cup.
Victorious, he’d...

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DREAM BIG, NEXT TIME, DREAM BIGGER.
CAPITAL BITTER HILL GURU BEAST.
CAMILLE IS NOW A STATE OF MIND.

MEG, PEG, SLAY IT'S A DIFFERENCE.
DON'T PUNISH THE PRISIONERS, AND
OUR ART OF WAR, POLITICAL PRIZZI'S HONOR.

NEXT TIME PEG HAVE A...

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I am from

I am from my mom’s jean jacket with leather lining, from levi’s and converse. 
I am from the cracked blue painted walls and worn down white windows.
I am from the white calla lilies,...

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Not a god, rather a goddess
brooding in the dark, 30 miles out
a lethal, murderous monster
deciding where to attack
and oh yes, did she attack
howling in fury, venting her rage
she attacked...
Wind gauges futile and flattened
She came to...

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Howling, shrieking winds
thirty foot tsunami
swallowing the land...

Hurricane Camille
Biloxi/Gulfport/Bay St. Louis, MS
August 17-18, 1969
Deaths: 259
Tidal Surge: 28 ft.
Est. Wind speed: 225+MPH (The wind instruments were destroyed at 200 mph) Imagine an F-5 tornado reaching across most...

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