Long Pablo picasso Poems

It’s been a long time coming
But I’m still on my game 
Writing is the only outlet 
That frees me of this pain
I Talk it how I walk it
And this Walk is insane
Some days are harder...

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I sauntered in an evening mist
   A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
      Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
         Shining city turned violet blossom
 ...

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It is not a fact 
That the super moon arrived 
after many years
And will again be seen
After so many years

It came just the other day
With a lot of tales to say

Whenever you come
As the colours...

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It sometimes bogles the mind,these things we 
   somtime write.
           When we get a moment alone to smoke a fine cigar,
  ...

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One Sunday morning, I went home to visit mom and dad.
My brother was also there, and I showed them what I had.
The first thing I said to father as soon as I saw him,
was that...

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Pablo...according to me (Part 1b, continuation/finish from Part 1a)

Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.

(7) Photo - PP's living room (by David Douglas Duncan), Summer '57, Villa La California Cannes
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The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade Tried to make it in to an all black male...

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Blue is the colour, blue is the period, blue is the mood
As Pablo's mind sunk, on the meaning of life he did brood.
The death by his own hand, of a friend that was close
Left Pablo...

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“Youth has no age.” – Pablo Picasso

As She Found A Way To Dearest Life Meet

As she woke, Light streams down
Dawn then spoke, Love your gown
Rise to day, its glory sweet
Find a way, to dear life...

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Pablo...according to me (Part 1a), read Part 1b to finish

Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.

(1) Left Profile of a Woman with Blue Hair
   The lass you slay here...

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Hello There, Runt

By Elton Camp

A cry of outrage comes from the politically correct
For the very word “runt” they will angrily reject
But I have used it only to gain for this poem attention
That it’s insulting and...

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Picasso, oval face and olive eyes, 
always solemn and searching.
Pushing boundaries, challenging authority,
his artistic torch cut through the fog of life.

At times his scrutiny turned inwards.
Self-critique of the physical and the psychological took hold.
Could it...

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“Everything you can imagine is real” – Pablo Picasso


So many books, movies, and paintings
                     ...

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"Hearing the Harlequin"




Mute 

Blues and greens
Picasso spins his brush
on his canvas she appears

playing 
a Mandolin
in his dreams

Felt 

She is seen 
through another's story
L’Oiseau bleu,

Captured Queen

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)






"Felt Mountain" / Goldfrapp
https://youtu.be/qLySQ-zuULI











1.
Picasso
Girl with Mandolin
The Seated Harlequin



2.
Metzinger
L’Oiseau bleu








Pablo...

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In a riot of colours using brushes with valour,
Many movements he started devoid of pallor.
From a town called Malaga,far off in spain,
Pouring his heart out,unloading his pain.
What a journey he started from conformity parted,
To paint...

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It was a lovely sight gazing at the curved moon 
Spooning with the tumultuous waves of the sea
I was walking along the lonely beach when this
Moon spooning called me and arrested my look
The night rapt...

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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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Raising the bar 
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair 

Come along, mate, 
Let us cross this concourse of coincidences and pray before this 
ever-evaporating deity of oblivion. 
And offer the termite hills of our doubts 
at the altar...

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Art, is worlds of splendor,
Calliopes of sight and sound, 
That stimulate our senses, 
Expressing life profound. 

Art, is visual texture, 
Space, shapes, and colored lines, 
Its tones and measured values, 
Of every imaginable kind. 

Art,...

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it isn't what it is
it is what it isn't

a window                         ...

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Inspired by the painting La Joie de Vivre by Pablo Picasso 

Spontaneity and synchronicity 
Tacit simplicity 
No such thing as a bystander here
Amazed at my capacity to switch gear
Here, to be, is to be complete
Tantalisingly...

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When you can sow words together and produce the finest poems 
Like Armani turning a piece of clothing into a designer suit
When you put rhymes to verses and touch hearts
Like Pablo Picasso putting final touches...

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I never can plumb the depths of your art
Nor fathom the gifts of your fallen heart;
I revere the skillful slither of you apt brush
And here pay homage to your pencil's dash.

Now queer man of fourteen...

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April 26th, 1937,
There came a day, when some would see Heaven.
The light shine above the heads,
To resemble the sparks of the bombs threads.

Mothers with their children,
Running out of the burning building.
German and Irish planes,
Flying above...

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A painting
Wordless, lifeless, dead
Brings life
To the downtrodden
The poor, the weary, the one who dies
To find silent peace
Beneath the brush
Serenity discovered
Under the comforting eye
Of a artist, a painter
Who hides the darkness
Under the light
The discouragement
Under the motivation
The...

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