Long Curators Poems

Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming?...

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‘WHITE COLUMN RESSURRECTION’

Even now you stand poised with memories of a corned cobbed pipe in one hand-tight gripped lapel in the other-perched against thick southern charmed columns positioned on a once so powerful veranda .

Peering...

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*Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday 
ended in January 2010.  Curators of...

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'That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella.  Get to tickets to Cairo tonight.'
I looked up from my desk, picked up the phone and sullenly said ‘alright’.
But before I could make that call, I had to...

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Poets are the first class citizens of the country,
They are the interpreters of the future through
The eyes of the gods that call them into service.
They are well respected and feared in the society;
Their words can...

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If we pray for other countries to prosper, real neighbor ...
As Old Cultures and Histories model, imbibe, declare ...
There would be fewer dark nations seeking refuge in whiter

Would you even consider praying for Nicaragua, El...

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As we speak,
My children and I are famished 
Our fireplace is cold
Our pots are empty 
It is may, but it feels like December 
Our thatched roof is covered with mud
And our barns ravaged by corruption...

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and a wreath made of dried chives
                            ...

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I see a green tree. It is all I want.
A dry rocky mountain and a hawk
satisfy. To die spiritually in
the hot sun and the body go on
climbing. To take the paths among
the rocks and mahogany...

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Life is not an alibi, it wasn’t built for practicality
You cheer the crowd and succumb to formality
A tragic event will not stop the planet turning
In me is the spirit inexorable, avid - burning
Marching curators performing...

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Early morning blue sunny skies askew
 turn to white grays on piggyback 
 once light breezes that blew 
 gentle in and out the trees comeback
now race wildly out to the sea renewed.

The colors with...

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They found me lying in the sand one day;
    as over time, waves carried me to shore.
My fate made plans that I'd forever stay-
    for I, her brooch, My...

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If all you need to ask, "Is beauty truth?"
It isn't much you need to know on earth.
It's less than what appraisers say it's worth,
This jar with frieze depicting frozen youth.

Curators and collectors both agree
If forged...

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( in loving memory of JPR)

Nowhere to go, is this a bonus feed
Maybe a curse, although it’s too grandstanding
Born into nothing, I’ve got nowhere to proceed
As if I fly too high to care about the...

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WHAT WOULD IT MEAN 
IF ONE TRAINED A GROUP OF MONKEYS
TO PULL A LEVER AND 
THEY VOTED YOU 
GREATEST ARTIST EVER

WHAT WOULD IT MEAN 
IF ONE TRAINED A GROUP OF MONKEYS
TO COLLECT ART AND 
THEY...

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