Long Palettes Poems

 Feel me an emotion deep inside your heart,a soft crimson rose reicarnated,
a red heart full of velvet petals ,birthed from a white wild simple daisy 
embroided in mystique passion,a bacchus of wine in finest...

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I.
GRAIL OF TIDES

from the brewing storm’s steeping chalice
the breath of death’s journey awakens in quiet tides 
beckoned by the stirring whisper of mortal winds
furrowed by stoic angels in pallid temporal skies
on wings they dance with...

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I want to go to Idaho
I bet you never knew
And Wyoming… and Hawaii…
Oh, and North Dakota too!!
I’ve been to all the other ones
For once there was a time
When I would tease the pull of Earth
And...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
    where scars dance upon henna leaflets,
 ...

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"Nuts are in the soup!" 
That's what I've heard: not so absurd
Some add a pinch of spice now and then,
from wit and the sharpened nib of a pen.
Nutty little writers who like to fill
the soup...

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I was a knowledgeable color expert, with a degree in enthralling color theory,
And was proficient with color related software, like evening sun grown weary.

With cognizance of color psychology, and emotional effects of different hues,
I created...

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Standing on a ridge a sight can be seen. The kettles were choosing a queen. Bouquets were bought for the waters within. For waters will want wonderful and wonderful it was. The chosen kettle was...

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Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath

Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....

Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!

So what has changed, this mosaic of histories collective collage?

As one way...

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The crisp evening air whispers into the ear of the artist- announcing that the oh so brief season of Summer draws near it's end.  Summer's end brings forth the beginning of yet another season...

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On the western horizon where the sun goes to bed,
there stands the Canadian Rockies,
so majestic in size,
solid and immovable,
yet fluid and ever-changing.

I am awed by their beauty,
the way the sun reflects off the snow,
making them...

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My Birthday,The Calendar Speaks

Since January 4, 1951**********
(Written for the Shanks, the Youngs & Jim)
“...Raging glory...Forever young...”. Bob Dylan
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The calendar speaks
Of this day, seventy years ago, when
   I was born.  Around 6 p.m.....

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In a universe, ablaze with color, so vivid and profuse,
Exist hues of boundless spectrum, in a kaleidoscopic muse.
Galaxies twirl in distant realms, adorned with stellar light,
Painting the cosmic canvas, in the eternal, enchanting night.

Stars, like...

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Sanctuary

Wandering through a moveable museum of memories
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in gossamer watercolors;
Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments,
Soft edges of first love;
Brushing aside gauzy cobwebs on photo negatives
Blushing with pastel transparency in opaque...

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Cats are containers of
colorful personality.
A blue cat sits alone
looking at the floor before him.
His mind blank as,
a new sketchbook;
waiting for the artist within to,
paint him into a clown.

Red cats rage against life’s storms
and invaders in...

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She heard the calling of the music
Listened to its fate, it found her, she found it
They are now bonds inseparable
Its laws are now in her reasoning
She understands and even knows how to interpret it
It dictates...

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Do the immortals cry, what happens to divinities
Tears, crystal shards of frozen miracles, cascading
From the heavens above, swallowed whole by 
Mother earth.
In the abyss of darkness, within caverns dark and deep,
Lies a hidden chamber, of...

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Strolling through some galleries in Hollywood last week, shopping for some artwork for the walls of my new pad,
As I toured the shops I found - despite their countless choices - virtually every painting ran...

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Upon the world's palettes no artist will mix
The vibrant hues of our rainbow, as only my heart can do,
No one will paint you in the prismatic colors of pure love,
Nor write odes of passion with...

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She is
 sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty,
  secure, safely sequestered in seclusion;
   sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged 
self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude
 
she sleeps, 
 a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette 
 ...

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late November air,
crisp
pale with the steamy breath of borderless joy
for children who sit curbside
bundled in the bulk of layers softening cold
children (mitten heavy) 
           ...

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Get out your sponges, stippling brushes and pens,
It’s time for makeover-Monday-night to begin.
Think Winky Lux, L’Oréal, Urban Decay,
Maybelline, Armani and Fabergé

It’s a black magic realm where brushes are wands,
where a carnival of colors are carefully...

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Vanquishing Fear
                 by
Odin Roark

Her unwritten diary
Read of descriptions
glittering private
Her hourglass of
diamonds
Where forever truly
destined forever

Her beauty made
artists shy
Their palettes’
ablaze with
unfettered...

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Colour intermingled
in the spectator’s eye
divisions juxtapose
 ‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
Colours in contrast
 one next
to another
patiently painted
dab by dab
Planes into particles
pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist,
 pointillist    juxtapose
into our eye colour flows.
Meticulous,mechanical
the illusion
into shape
palettes of the fleeting
made permanent

Pointillist People
louis hayet
 alfred finch&
verhaeren

  .. then

 georges lemmen
angrand henri cross
van de velde &
albert dubois-pillet
& lets
  not forget

camille&lucien
father&son pissarro

you may know

maximillan luce
jan toorup&
van rysselberghe

& you'll already heard

of
 signac &seurat

stand so tall

 pointillistas*

              one&all


Colours in contrast
 one next
to another,
patiently painted
dab by dab.
Cyan, magenta
yellow and key
 illume the picture we see.
 Planes into
particles,pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist pointillist
 juxtapose
into our eye 
  distinct colour flows
Meticulous mechanical
eye into mind defined
the illusion into shape.
In palettes of
permanance
the fleeting flies
sans such subtraction
luminosity lives 
Seurat, and Signac’s  
    legacy survives

...

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I am  a waterfall  , cascading , descending , trickling  down
all over your sunkissed shoulders  , and a hundred bare thoughts .
Smell me , A delicate fragrance like  that of...

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Dark glowing eyes, a hazel bun, well tucked 
and neat. Lips curve like shells in porcelain, 
Awaiting to express, her brave conduct 
That I could sense audacity, back when
Ladies bowed to men, such common duty.
Yet...

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