Long Expressionism Poems

We disagree
I want to breathe people
Feel a timeless, immortal pulse
My solitude is anonymous observation
Strolling in unnoticed contemplation through worlds stacked upon worlds
The Flâneuse
My sustenance is colorful variety
Diving into the expressionism of bizarre fringes
Taste testing any...

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Why should both writers and/or poets just keep their writings and/or their
poetry just plain and simply easy to understand? What if you try to be so
creative and poetic but your readers do not understand a...

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What is a thought?
What is not?
Not making a confession
Not impressed by expression
Expression that hides
Expression that guides
Guides my poetic heart
Guides my collective art
Art can attract
Art is abstract
Abstract like mankind
Abstract is the mind
Mind is no Gestapo
Mind is...

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It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto...

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In the airs sweet whispering can you not hear their humming,
These cyber kindred joining together, strumming, across
Oceans, beyond continental divides, it’s a shared song of
Harmony!
In lyrics of verse, rheum and time, expressionism of
Grandeur, shared idealism...

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even though the world has changed
the center of my jolly is still present
nothing has been rearranged
the vibe of the joy is still effervescent

even though the mask is required
the intention of my greeting is still vibrant...

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Vivid in an undefined scene where light and darkness mix
and vagueness’ reality is in a very clear expressionism
to the point terror wears her dark shade and highly dignified
with every next step slapped with the threats...

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Anonmymous fingers reach to strangle. 
     AUTONOMOUS.
 A residual print of 4D shadow.
To nestle a cozy 3D-RESIDENCE.
              ...

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Does not the pen yield its ink unto the bare page,
For expressionism to spill forward expelling inspirations
Liberal curve, it’s the power of freedom of speech is
It not.
How many have died for what they believe in,
What...

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Purities sweetest honey melts, as tear drops
Of sunshine.
Fallen thus upon the meadow of thought
And imagination.
It yields the tenderest of wild flowers,
Delicate bouquets gathered yet grown within
The minds of humanity.
Golden wheat fields, shining beneath a yellow...

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i am your blue angel
paint the town of me classic black
decorate me with sweet blessings only found in the serene nature of the divine
the simplicity of it all does not have to be to abstract
all...

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Where is the secret of the rainbow?
At the edge of one's own life?
Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours?
     Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion?
...

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Where is the secret of the rainbow?
At the edge of one's own life?
Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours?
Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion?
Some form of an ancient creative...

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The painting of "The Sick Child" by Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
was painted in 1907, oil on canvas, 46.4 inches by  47.2 inches
or 3.8 feet by 3.9 feet. Edvard painted what stirred his mind, and
this...

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Sitting on the Grass up Strawberry hill
Writing a sad poem about my Son's early departure
He was bound on the 9:00 train to "st.Will you Believe011,NoCity,Heaven
30 was his last year's age as A Green Monster with...

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clouds form to release the tears of forgotten children and with so shall this depravity baptize me in sin, i become so very cold as the droplets of neglected sorrow fall and stream upon my...

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you may think i draw my own world
you may think i create special recipes for my own blood
you may think i force my likes and passions upon you
you may think my approach and presentation is...

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To The Prince Of The Passionate Land
Who Paints, With Both Words and Hands
Lightly Brushing Masterpieces
Riding His Realm, Wherever He Pleases

In A Far Fifth-Dimension of Grandeur
Or On A Different Cubism-Dream-Wonder
Sometimes, He Splash-Blue-Subdued
Oft Times, Just Look At...

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i light a candle tonight
i make cinnamon roll oatmeal
the only company that i have is a homeless kitten
i give her some milk 
we enjoy the quiet of the aging night
we both need the calm and...

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< THE  FREEDOM  OF  MAY 

						 to  Jerome  Rothenberg
						          a  sun-lizard
						  µ?a sa??a  t??  ?????
						  ...

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Where I come from
Women are morale formed
Symbol of sanity
In a world of insanity
Mother Nature in personified
Mother to old and young alike
Better half of a man 
A man ages above her
To be better, she is submissive
Submission,...

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absolutely amazed
how did i get you back
the things you have accomplished since
i never thought i would or ever could
absolutely amazed
what change in particular drew you back to me
i feel as if i am the same...

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Your abundant display of floccinaucinihilipilification
Has been established from the time of conception
Like a rotten fruit shaken to its kinetic destination 
Is this not what the world expects from this generation?

Beaten into submission by the depreciation...

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You reinvented me
giving me a rebel's energy,
providing license for my love to sing
the touch of your soul meaning everything,

From us wild words arose
speaking of history and stars we chose,
expecting too much of Destiny
venturing on through...

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Initially, it appears
Jackson Pollock's preposterous painting
"Ocean - Tribute,"
overtly oversteps the boundaries of abstract.
And the eye struggles
to validate its bewildering beauty,
hidden amongst the dribbled droplets of chaos!
But then, seemingly spontaneously,
the blobs and dapples of color
intermingle, and...

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