Long Motifs Poems

FOUR TENETS OF CREATIVITY


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INTRODUCTION


This short  eBook encompasses my experiences of the creative in both art and poetry in particular.The content of each of the four...

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Hold the phone, hold the freakin’ phone. Lisa’s got a boyfriend!
I’ve never seen Lisa with a boyfriend. Lisa draws men like fireworks on a dark night, but I’ve never seen her keep one. I mean,...

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"It is known that the Bible, in its hundreds of different translations, is the most widely distributed book in human history. The bible has been enormously influential, and not only among the religious communities that...

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All things that glow and move,
all things that change and pass,
I gather their delight
as in a burning-glass;
Judith Wright

The Queen's Conjurer
1.
'Given to magic and uncanny arts'
'Art mathematical' to make strange works
 Genius of movement artificial
Mechanical scarab...

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OLD CHRIS CRINGLE HALLOWEEN JINGLE

Did you know that Santa always had a secret desire,
To explore and experience the holiday known as Halloween!
This jolly spirit whom brought the world of mankind such joy,
And wonder on the...

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History of the Elder days, up to the Battle of Rose Dawn
In the Elder Days, when the world was young
Gernot and the Fallen ones attacked the light of Ior.
Aki the father would have it nought,...

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In the live network of intricate design,
layer on layer my mind was stratified.
Within the strata of innate awareness aligned,
many divergent motifs got unified.
Many attributes of sole distinction  
gained access to the fold of secret...

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STROKIN’ – A QUARTET ABOUT AGING GRACEFULLY(?)
Strokin’: Hauling ass and working at it!

STROKIN’: PART ONE
THE SPRINTER

The aging Olympian ran a swift anchor leg
burning the first turn, striding the backstretch
like a big cat on the chase,...

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no Artist, no Poet
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am not an artist
So, I doodle
Play with shapes, colors
Juxtapose
Yet, I am no artist

Inscriptive, descriptive visual symbols come about
Recognizable shapes, not what it seems
Misunderstood at first glace
Driven by a...

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My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood

Unbeknownst to me if royal
gilded crests comprised
my rusty dust caked coat of arms
hence, I take liberty successfully farms
productive crop to contrive fictitious
Medieval Age forebears
with favorable charms
strong agile hands

hurling crude accouterments
centuries prior to...

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A simple toy mother gave me 
on my sixth birthday, 
the best gift I ever got.
Its gentle turn creating changing color design, 
and shifting patterns, mesmerized me, 
filled my transfixed childhood vision.
I can’t resist looking...

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(I am with my published four books of poems.)

I breathe poetry wielding a tool, mighty, 
mightier than either the sword or rod.
I reign as an Empress in Fancy's domain,
sketching life in ornate motifs and mode.

I...

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Life keeps going to find his purpose
he strolls across verdant plains and trudges up the hills
sometimes dejection follows rejection and distress
darkness engulfs
and something spooky emerges 
looming large to form something horrid…
a hideous hunchbacked hiatus.
Life slows...

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Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down 
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips...

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On an early spring morning, butterflies 
 flutter among  dancing leaves,
  While windsongs float within a breeze
 As the monarch flies

 In a field long forgotten, 
 Purple cues in orchid motifs 
...

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As spring unfurls its mystical charm 
and masterly sprinkles star-dust
to rouse nature from the cradle of slumber.
Joy overspreads through the excited cool breeze
that carries the invitation to each and every one.
It's the much awaited lovable...

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms:...

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An interest in past life and extinct culture became her passion
Led her ultimately to take up a research project in Archaeology
After studying the course of early history of world civilization
She decided to delve into the...

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Quote: The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The forest is my sanctuary, a sphere of peace, a realm of solace,
Dwelling in equanimity, conjuring serenity harmonious, flawless;
Where my heart sings,...

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Dark shadows are dancing
Around my bed tonight

This night’s been a mixture 
Of what is good and what seems bad

Tonight’s been transcendent 
And I’m alone in my room again.  

The glow of the lamp sprawls...

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Dark shadows are dancing
Around my bed tonight

This night’s been a mixture 
Of what is good and what seems bad

Tonight’s been transcendent 
And I’m alone in my room again.  

The glow of the lamp sprawls...

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Submerged in the flood of the maddening crowd,
I see a verdant valley carved out by covert ingenuity
within my lonesome mind, drifting away entranced,
displaced from the still stratum of suffusing sound 
of converging cacophony, resonating loud...

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Memories of the past still remind me so far,
especially those days when I was in college;
my membership in a number of organizations,
a learning experience, filled with laughter.
Each year to celebrate our college fair,
different motifs, booths,...

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For centuries of ancient thought
cosmic harmonies have been sought
in the vast eternal motion
of the grand galactic ocean.

To some the twinkling sky inspires
poems about celestial choirs.
But if those serenades occur
it’s just as if they never were,
since...

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Written: August 23, 2023
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In the realm where rebels reside,
A vessel of jade, a genre spontaneous,
There lies a poetic rebellion, untried,
A cathartic presence, quite wondrous.

Beneath the moon shattered light,
Where mutated motifs bear flight,
Poetry without lines, a...

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