Long Easels Poems

Climate change,
like most,
if not all,
unwelcome change,
too often violent and deranged
and hopelessly redundant,
remains conservatively controversial
as to who started It.

Yet this issue of inheritance
fades into insignificance
when confronted by our tsunamic evidence
of who is secularly
and sacredly
responsible for healing...

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If I were to write a suicide note,
I would kiss every inch of the page, to drench it
With my last breathings of doomed love

If I were to write a suicide note,
I would spray each corner...

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Sometimes love just isn’t enough
Art is our way home to finding ourselves
We were blindfolded ballerinas. Swaying to the rhythm of our hearts breaking.  We tippy
toed  across a tight rope, looking for some sort...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze, 
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here! 

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence 
growing...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their loud screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here!

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here!

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as sunlight...

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Their brushes wet
In a meadow lush with rain drops and dew
Two canvases stand on easels of wood
Two brushes painting a landscape in hues
The sun shining on nature’s ethereal beauty

They shared thoughts and intimacies
Glancing at each...

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My childhood spread to the world in bottles of sun screen,
poured out into outstretched hands.
My childhood was painted across easels and written on walls,
Drawn far and wide, a Crayola-crayon land.
Childhood was served on plastic plates,...

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Aboard the event train I watched over the undulating scenery ahead. 
Whose eyes see into shadows ogling the unknown
What a basically exhilarating time indeed.

What other panorama undresses before admiring glances.
Evening skies in many orangey shades...

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Heaven to each of us will be something different.
Artists will find paint brushes, easels, canvases, and glitter paint.
Musicians will discover instruments not invented yet on earth.
Scientists will land in a lab with like-minded white coats.

Romance...

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 Last night, i dared revisit the crossing
of time with my brother, hovering on a
distant sky , tracing notes of my dripping rhymes.

We grew like chariot riders; he, the Troy of
streets and I, the maiden...

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Drop cloth dreams  


It has been found that given enough time
failure will find this destined loser
lurking in gallery tints
and watercolor fault lines

semi gloss replaced by flat

Painting abstract nothings
on a canvas made of words
Broken brushes...

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While gazing at the stars my girlfriend said, “I love you, Billy,
The heavens are ablaze for us, does that sound kinda silly?”
I smiled and said, “No it does not,
It’s like a stellar dot-to-dot,
And don’t you...

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In the darkened attic, cold wind hisses
Drifting through mist of unfulfilled wishes.
The urge to stray climbs on hurrying ticks,
Cold wind hisses in the darkened attic.

Keepers of light, they open her desire
Promising hope, lost dream she...

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concentrate on periphery 
it's less dangerous or slippery 

edges blur, focus soften
don't question reality so often

frame the answer that you avoid 
then let thinking slide so not destroyed

disregard what's out of view
it may be core...

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Come on down to Inclusive Town
We will throw you in by your knee or chin
Come on my friend, and you all are
Matter of fact, 
Become our holiday star

Rappers, scrappers, mappers too
You are all welcome
Yes!
I do
Mean
YOU!

Come...

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The church is a hospital for sinners
And not a hospice for saints
As we are all unfinished portraits
That God must continuously paint
As none of us are perfectly complete
Still works in progress  
We're just striving and...

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Rejoice me in Rainbow Colors 
For Love,
So sheer White like Scarlet Rose
With Blackening Stem and Naval Petals 

Through Yellow Jail Bar reflected 
I despair the green sunflower yields
Beyond the silver discarded cut grass
The Blackening dove's...

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I made some mistakes, let my head get straight to jealousy
One thing I could never get over was that instinctive tendency

I was the easel to your painting, the necessity but not necessarily
You leaned against my...

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Meandering silently on this warm sunny day
Past the artists with easels perched.
Oil paints, scenery, still life, it all,
Taking it in, on the Rive Gauche.

The brush strokes capture the beauty
While life on the left bank goes...

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They sat around me in a circle
with brushes and paints all to hand,
their heads bobbed behind their easels back and forth
as holding an apple I stand.
Stark naked and still like a statue
I pose while they...

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Lazy afternoons on easels
Maples giggle loud with sweetness
Blue and yellow mixed in grasses
Withered wrinkles sink in lilies

Joggers run in fear of dying
Secret trails end in abyss
As the sun stabs days in prisms
Bloody madness grabs the...

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{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Miranda Hawley 
Date submitted: 20/4/25}

 ARTIST 

They shone daring green avocado 
in dark adverse period swearing 
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom

with candles...

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Canadian flag to the wind
virgin coasts to explore
canoes loaded with easels
paintbrushes and pigments

from sea to shining sea
rock islands scattered
nature self regenerates
untouched and pristine

through eyes of an artist
and lens of adventure
jack pines stand proud
their might and...

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The lake is a plate of evening blue 
Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view 
Under lilting skies the undulating sea 
Stretches far beyond infinity 
Silent and calm, no hint of green 
Smooth as...

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