Long Paintbrush Poems

Yellow is the color of the sun,
is it not?

It’s the same color as the Asian
valet corporate fella,
holding a Salvation Army red pot
Collecting inflated IPO fees 
at an illegal
dot.com parking lot

Always yielding to temptation,
is the armored...

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When you wear a dirty shirt,
You're a book getting judged by its cover.
People think you're really poor, or nutty,
Or that you have a menial job.
Or that you're all three of those,
And then they throw in...

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Father’s Day was coming and Dragon was already, in full mode.
Hubby was his Hero, a true Papa, like in every story ever told.
Everyone was talking about what’s, to be, their Papa’s Day gifts.
Yep, TV salesmanship...

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Just the very thought of him, like an artist’s stroke of his
Paintbrush, sealed a promise of a lifetime of tomorrows.
I finally had found myself and, knew my purpose in life.

The instant you were within sight,...

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those two months that i pretended you were dead
i was too

now we sit 
like our bodies do not need to play each others

you are just the kind of boy that breathes beautiful
like it's easy
you shove...

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Ignorance is bliss my friends
its true
for centuries we have been going to wars 
due to an object among us
from another world

like everything here
technology 
literature and creativity another
witchcraft another plane 
someone climbed a staircase

walked into a...

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Did you see squares all over the page?
stars of E.S.P?
wavy lines?
blue circles?
Can we add it  with a plus sign
come a cross something few will known was here?

Was this my test for the prophets?
are we...

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Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That this girl will fall
into an eternal sleep.

She doesn't remember how...

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(please read "Her Masterpiece Is Her Story" before reading the second part. It'll make more sense and probably be more enjoyable!)

The girl who has beautiful scars,
And the boy with marks of strength,
Are now separated by...

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Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed  on a fine palette
and a paintbrush adorning the world
with colours of imagination, Faith and Art
real...

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Paint 
Trying to be something it ain’t 
 The very source for the beloved word hate
Guys, we’ve been painting like this for awhile now 
So open a window before I faint 
   ...

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Something's in the 
air tonight, my spirit 
is amiss, the 
atmosphere 
caresses like a 
mother's gentle kiss,

the wind blows like 
a garden tool to 
keep my language 
clean, the 
moonlight hits the 
chrome 380, makes...

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Earth is the "being" that is evolving, "experiencing life," physically
The only evolution humans can contribute is in their spirit
As I said many poems ago, independence is a myth, but feel free
I write as my record...

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Yes, she loves art.
She craves for the flow of the brush,
on her broken canvas, it fell apart.
No one knows though, so hush.

She likes to imagine her razor as the brush.
Herself as the canvas, where she...

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In the depths of Van Gogh's starry night,
A passion burned, and a soul took flight.
Colours swirled in a cosmic dance,
His paintbrush, his fervent romance.

Michelangelo with marble white,
Carved life from stone, a glorious sight.
David emerged with...

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Something's in the air tonight, my spirit is amiss, the 
atmosphere caresses like a dead grandmother's 
kiss,

the wind blows like a garden tool to keep my 
language clean, the moonlight hits the chrome 380, 
makes...

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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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Aesthetic things bestow us lasting satiety.
as time oozes, its beauty only widens
dwindling in a jolt, yet prevailing to arise
a calm haven for us to unwind our soul
the sheen of opalescence is a dream.

I adore you...

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Spring starts the year with soft flowers
Sometimes brought with gentle showers
Air fragrant with scents that devours
Hues so bright and bold that glowers
Green grass which also empowers
Rabbits hide in brush and cowers
Blue skies show their calming...

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Paint me blue like the sky
rainbow's smile; thunder's cry
clouded curtains rife with rain
till shroud is lanced and bluebirds fly again
     Wistful moods in mahogany frames
     melancholy painters...

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The Wild One


I watched, as in a dream mist….

….after a day of rain, fog rolling in off the rocks of Lake Superior

Three large deer, nibbling moist leaves from sapling trees, unconcerned with my presence, 
only...

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Tapestries of clouds
swirl before night’s curtain 
  like a paintbrush
    eased across the canvas,
streaking the moon
as a winged silhouette soars past,
          the...

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You always knew just

The right things to say

I was the gatekeeper

And you

were the locksmith.

You caressed me

With sound and syllable,

You picked out words 

Like a chef plucks

Spices from a cabinet,

You crafted sentences

How a composer

Pours his soul...

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Nature breathes peace through the whisper of leaves, the tenderness of a silent breeze, the roar of thunder and even the rain’s sincerity. Nature breathes harmony. ~ by poet


Let me tell you a story… about...

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A river of tears poured down her face;
Ocean softly lapping at her toes.
Anxiety built up in her chest,
While the silver dripped down from her nose.

Curls a shade of chocolate milk
Framed her fragile, milk-white face.
The wind...

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