Long Paintbrushes Poems

RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of...

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Crises upon crises
Mothers of all children are fainting
Crises upon crises
Misery upon misery
My friends, there's no peace here
Mothers are in crisis; we're all suffering
Too much chaos, too much havoc
Suffering upon suffering
Too many crimes to solve and...

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1)Bind your eyes with a scarf. Do not cheat, allow no light to pass through.

2)Pick a quiet place with just you and the following; your paints, your paintbrushes, your easel, and your canvas, and collected...

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I used to sing to him, my mouth would brush across his shoulders and he would dream...

I captured his hair and apologized for staying too long, but, God, what was time when his
breath hung about...

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Blanket of air,

Azuring violet amidst grey,

A painter's palette!

                           ...

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  meteorite radiates  z o o o m m i n g   
crashes onto 
Three Anchor Bay turquoise 
sky dust onto beach white grains
winds sweep cobbled paths profane
a fetus acquires solitary...

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On the canvas of my life the surface 
Started out blank the moment 
I was born and came into existence
Just as everyone does then, overtime
As I went through different experiences
The acrylic and watercolors of emotions
Thoughts...

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I never leave my point blank
Point Blank!
At the point of a saber
Now we are at the point of danger
The point shatters
Friends stab me in the back with daggers and i stagger
Grab her,Nah! but I'll take...

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Fortunes will be determined
By treasures found below
In the holds of old ships
Were secrets lay buried

Hearts surround this heavenly treasure
To protect its voyage, from near to far
The flag that was flown, is now yours
To be sewn...

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I used to live life with a void filled with endless grays,
Trapped inside the colorless vision in a never-ending maze,
And to me it seemed like it would be like this always,
But then upon my eyes...

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Red, the colour covers my arms
Deep within are glass shards
Show me no mercy and send no regards
Don't stitch me up and cover my scars
Cut my lips, tell them I'm smiling
Every day, I keep on lying
Dishonesty...

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When I was little,
life was supposed to be filled with laughter,
sticky fingers from melting ice cream,
and afternoons lost in make-believe,
toy cars and plastic dinosaurs battling in the living room.
I’d look up at the adults, safe...

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My memory flashes  back on my most horrific nightmare…

Again, I find myself  in rivet of this excruciating pain
With emaciated body, I totter to my wheelchair 
Holding my paintbrushes and glass paints
Dogged enough to...

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Have you ever, wandered into, a sequestered meadow
Surrounded by trees and mountains
Where the passerine song birds, sang songs with no words
Indian paintbrushes, rose up, like red fountains
The orange day lilies, and butterfly weeds
Danced, with the...

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In the absence of complication,
Trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes –
Inspiring forthcoming musings in the mind.

Intricate musings find way to fingers, pens, paintbrushes,
where images, thoughts and feelings are expressed –
in...

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the two opposite worlds we are in
makes no sense when it causes the
both us insanity

in my world, i miss the warmth of your 
heartbeat's rhythm
in your world, i am guessing you miss
the warmth of my...

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I rinsed my paintbrushes in the Rideau River
Watching a kaleidoscope of colours
Dance with such an intensity
It was the first time I
Saw
Acrylics come to life
Among the minnows
I am Vincent Van Gogh, 
I am
Coated in
Deep Crimson Reds...

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I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence 
into a warm summer day a long time ago
landing  smack dab in the middle
of my now ancient childhood

A lonely bob white sitting on the...

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Tiny snowflakes
Spiral from
The grey sky
That is the same color of 
Dirty paintbrushes
In a pallet of the residual water

the snow
 falls 
and
sweeps over
the trees
who no longer 
wear coats 
of red
and orange leaves

natures
skeletons
for the moment
such giants
that sleep

and...

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One of those days we rarely appreciate until later
I took my paints and walked to Kynance Cove
I had seen it from afar of course, but never up close
It was inspiring to the point of making...

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I always find it quite amazing
        As skyward I am gazing,
 How something as simple as sunrise rays
 Can set my mood for the rest of the day.

...

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Another layer of lavender scented lotion
Rubbed in vehement laughter

A quelling of sadness
Covered up in mascara insanity
Livid strokes of feathered paintbrushes

Hoping to see the big picture

She cried like oil paintings without a purpose.

A treasure hunter searching...

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From the still blue center, the motion starts.
A multilayered gyroscope turning.
Interconnected, meshing clockwork parts,
Within, sacred white fire is blossoming.

Smooth hand circles driving arms swinging free,
Shoulders relaxed, rotate forward and back,
Trace three-dimensional infinity.
Every sinew not involved,...

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Swaying trees are God's paintbrushes
filling up a landcaped canvas of falling leaves

Colors spelled colours to include you
as you move your legs with whimsical youth

Further blessings bring pure white snow
a culmination of everything you'll ever know

A...

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An early outing for my friend and I
We walked the winding path down to the springs
The uncut winter hay is now waist high 
And in the morning breeze it softly sings

Red Indian paintbrushes are in...

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