Long Pollock Poems

I'd risen from my bed quite early, in the pale silent sunshine,
And I thought to have a day out, and not waste summer's prime.

The world still was sleeping, but the bluebirds sang a tune,
And blooms...

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True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky
(any resemblance between this poem,
and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind
     loosed another idea
     for a poem asper
(wren)...

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Genesis resplendent to me – a garden of Eden resident atheist

Avast abundance of life forms
doth snapchat and buzzfeed
a motley fool of indiscriminate creed
resembled yours truly freed
from those scrambling greed
dully sending hotmail google
eyed hungrily ogling indeed
six...

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Autumnal hint faintly tinges air 
finding this mortal 
     bewitched by blare 
ring refulgent radiance, 

      which quiets viz cheer
ring, harkening murmuring analogous,
   ...

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Courtesy handy dandy
palmar hyperhidrosis
impossible mission to defeat
except poe wet tickly
even courtesy drysol.

(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words,...

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With a mag called POETRY, I spent time
Hoping to find verses sublime and sage
And for all I read, not two words that rhymed
Just chopped up prose splayed all over the page.

This left me just a...

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Dog fronted automobiles are seventh state in a placed race to hold a fantastic gold baton. Hamburgers and egg jiggling. How rather jolly says the gentleman stood by the train. His fine twisted moustache and...

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(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words, which this Engelbert

Humperdinck singer/songwriter,
(whose name inexplicably popped
into the mind of this...

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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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Paul Jackson Pollock

Condense versions that affected the times,
Immense variants that scoped his pleasures,
Florence immersed unravel a mentor,
Propense expounds at immortal measures.

Paul J. Pollock, painter, from Wyoming,
Haul labeled abstract impressionist art,
Gall at pouring, splashing, horizontal,
Call, was...

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The storm just threw and swirled
Paints of grey, black and dark blue
All over our Earthly dome
Like a rageful Pollock.

Wondrous,
The noise  and the lightning
Turned us small
The waves of flood
Slamming against the feeble constructions
Carrying away cars,trees...

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I paint pictures like Davinci-Close your eyes and see the visual picture
I speak from the soul like 'Pac- can you see my visual scriptures
like Picasso- I paint pictures too
it's life in the words I speak-...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster


Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but up again sucking in saving air and spread on

dispersing...

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The guy in an art museum
was causing quite a fuss.

He was walking from one old priceless
masterpiece to another
laughing and shaking his head.

People began to hiss at him,
some told him to behave himself,
a few got aggressive...

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A labyrinthine of emotions sears through my being as I study my proud pastiche in new perspective, a new eye.
An angry eye, a stirred up eye, a nit-picking not-really-me-in-any-way eye.
I unenthusiastically toss some purple and...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster


Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but risen sucking in saving air 

while dispersing into freedom...

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Vast, powerful motion of all time,
How many do you facilitate sublime?
To discover, protect and to ably fight, 
By wood, to keep our territory right. 

To race, enjoying the sea air of such waft, 
And to...

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Yours are the paintings that speak to me
In a way that cannot be spoken
They fill both my heart and breast
They cause my mind eternal unrest
I see them in my dreams.

My heart beats faster
In the presence...

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Not all frowns are alike, they differ radically, 
depending on the face they’re expressed on.

Certain foods – liver, lima beans, brussel sprouts, 
and okra – produce immediate reactionary frowns.

With the arts, the reaction is similar
though...

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Painting Voices
                   by Odin Roark

How indelible
These frequencies abounding
Filling our senses with color
Defending our spirit with aura

Voices speak
Sing
Chirp
Bellow
Crosshatching...

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My mind went for a walk, in the middle of the night, 
To a place full of colourful lights.
I was having a beer with Nelson Mandela, 
And we talked about our own civil rights.

He put...

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State of Being #2
	
	
	It’s a very sneaky thing, 
	mania is...
	
	I’m humming along, 
	no doubt minding 
	someone else’s business, 
	giving little attention 
	to my own state of being.
	when in it slips, 
	mania does, 
	a message under...

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"The Flood Contained Electric"

walls of glass 
sheathe this heart
a conservatory
for the lacking 
of menagerie
the walls aren’t
bricked up 
comme dans une
la orangerie
clearly seen 
straight through
X-ray vision
dancing dervish
until the clouds 
roll in and the 
pea soup fog...

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You ...

are the breath of heaven,
          an exhalation of the divine ire ...
             ...

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1
Bella
He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on Marc Chagall
2.
FLAMING JUNE an ekphrasis
A
flimsy
negligee
betrays her round
shape-
an
honest
innocence
in becalmed deep
sleep.

After Frederick Leighton
3.
PERCEPTIONS
The
painter
creates the
appearance of
things-
we
thereby
see each of
them in a new
light.

An ekphrasis after Kirchner
4.
REVELATION
Drop
by
drop-
into...

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