Long Impressionism Poems

John: Sounds like I might like to straddle her equator with my meridian and throw down with a hula hoop on each arm. How soon can I execute my commission?

Mitchell: Do you like to eat...

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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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My Sullivano photographed bad 
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Magnetic attraction, enchanting dream of a lifetime -
	majestic pyramid attracts my eye, 
	mystique draws me in
	
O, your architecture! Pavilions, colonnades; art enclosing art,
	every square inch deliberately designed,
	ceilings pour forth scintillating splendor
	
Antiquities from Rome, Egypt, the...

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There are many things that make me happy in life,
     But a day when I can go to the art gallery is the best;
I walk the many galleries, totally lost and...

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               A coloratura rises 
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The starry night the skies bestow
upon us earthlings here below
gives rise to ever wondrous gaze
and sights o’erwhelming to amaze
as in the painting by van Gogh,

that grand impressionistic show
in indigo of cosmic flow,
so disregarded in his...

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The plague knew my infinite hulk 
in 1769, crept through the Polynesian crystal
onto my outstretched archipelago
black sands and white sands and volcanoes
speaking the purple language,
the queen’s English to the farmer’s French,
and drank from the palm...

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There are many things that make me happy in life,
but a day when I can go to the art gallery is the best;
I walk the many rooms totally lost and delighted with the art,
from room...

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Paintings
         - Impression: Sunrise by Claude Monet (1840-1926)
         - Deer in Stream by Philip Goodwin (1881-1935)

 
Red sun climbs...

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I Turned My Back

A spirit casually approached, shat its parched load,  
producing a small cloth it worked its hands furiously, 
fashioning of clay and soot something to assuage a
deep yearning in its soul, something that...

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The impressionist's young daughter
stands poised before an open door
Occupied in thought she wears
a red apron much darker 
than her hair with a pony tail,
then a revelation stirs her curiosity-
outside trees are frosted with snow.

The chilly...

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dainty darling blossoms~ 
are floating fluffy clouds 
of ivory and  petunia
hanging like empyrean jewels 
'neath the vibrant skies 
of turquoise and royal blue

fingers that wrinkled in snow
tightly holding those gems ~
like you hold my hands
as...

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A rhapsody of sounds, smells, and colors,
Spring fills the canvas of my mind
with Her stoic beauty.
And once more, Her fabulous frescos
reawaken my taste for impressionism,
as She dapples Winter's white
with vibrant splashes of color.  
And...

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Remember the games we used to play?
On rainy days under the gray?
In the trees and through the stars,
around the bends and up to Mars.
Over rainbows and in witches' den
oh, the things we could see then.

On...

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Maybe a thousand people 
are in a room, two rooms away, 
all popping bubble wrap

with thousands more waiting outside
ready to take their place
Or a deathly hand slowly turning a dial

through medium wave radio
missing all the...

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wild rushing strokes 
of broad bristles
dominating seaside sky
of ivory and indigo
in thick impasto~
like our faded footsteps 
along  *Stroomi shoreline

Wild fiery grasses ~
deserted yet persistent
resembling your windswept hair
in times you forget the time
waiting just for...

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Flashing colors applied with many stokes,
Creating movement like musical notes.
Brilliant Blues prevalent throughout,
Within the shadows and reflecting light.
Creates a mood of morning mist,
And a feeling of absolute bliss.
How could one create such beauty?
In a world...

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Amidst the emerald blades, the grass does sway,
In quiet harmony, where children play.
Around the quaint and cozy house it grows,
A verdant carpet, where sweet memories repose.

With every step, a gentle, soothing hush,
As if the Earth...

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My mind’s eye preoccupation,
I am captive to my guiding light,
the source of all my equivocal  influences.

Erik Satie under the moon,
Shadowy contours
against a nocturnal silver sky,  
my subliminal ambient impressionism.

I am walking a shrouded...

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Creating a water landscape,
of a pond in the back yard.
Below his flower gardens,
lies the place in regard.

A bridge over a pond of water lilies,
stretched across from bank to bank.
Set for inspirational scenery,
for the artist’s hands...

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