Long Portraiture Poems

The dust of time elevate upon my every touch to dust away
And writings revealing as promised are the words to say

‘He who listens will never be heard
He who sees will never be seen
A tongue utters...

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And now, dear reader, I should beg your pardon
For changing the rhythm - it will not be so ardent.
You will notice calm tones of my speaking dealings,
And Bruce, I believe, will get no painful feelings;
Conversely,...

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With the help from both The Askance and Ei-rian the Befallen
They lifted my tormented curse of the Heaori’s enchantment
And reborn once again, came renewed strength to serve once more The Goddess of Word
Yet the ancient...

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I think I’ll make a portrait
With inky words of my soul
But false starts get in the way
I’m hungry the body says
Feed the body, not the soul
The soul will pester my body

Make a mark, hear the...

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Only by pureness of tranquility had we willing to embrace
Through a given fate of coincidence, can our meeting than fall to place
Mortals hunger for wisdom, desire our kind to feed upon miseries
And in return, it’s...

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She is a perfectly crafted portrait
The canvas nuisance of her skin
The collected sense of sensualness
In every lines convergence of her curving 

And as the sun played with its fingers 
Through the shadow dancing of the...

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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 GIFT THAT GOD GIVES US

The gift that I give you is My beloved Son,
With His sacrifice on the Cross, His work is done,

The gift that I give you is life ever after,
Life in heaven...

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I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry
& thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily,
Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance,
Even a plethora, of p’s:

Poetry is pithy, prankish and perky,
Pertinent and impertinent, too
It’s prophetic, pathetic, pragmatic and...

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Behind the insatiable appetite of people
Who come to see and appreciate
The work of art in human history
Lies the images and quality of faith.

This beautiful city of Florence
Where a kind of growth and civilisation
Has kept the...

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A mystic rose smile that belonged to my mother this is what I recall   

My easel and I resting in the spirit,  by the grandeur of a morning tilt.  As the...

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To feel the morning zephyr on my face, 
To wake up to the sound of cuckoo's call, 
To take a stroll through the woods at my pace, 
To watch aurora greet the red fireball, 
To...

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My beloved poet - a Victorian bard,
who took my breath away with his fascinating works, 
when as a teenager I fell in love with poetry, 
romantic and passionate.

a poet from Victorian era 
who hypnotized me 
with...

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“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...” 
                      ...

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Portraits can take many shapes and forms
Unlike in Rembrandt, a Rubens, or even a Dali
Modern artists will often eschew the norms
Portraits of myself do not look much like me.

Unlike in Rembrandt, a Rubens, or even...

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Have you ever looked into
the eyes of a portraiture?
In these wells of the soul
lay the expressive depths
of the human spirit,
the pain and sorrow,
the hopes and dreams,
the love and the joy,
and peace and reconciliation.

On the picture...

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I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear him all around.

Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the...

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There was a touch of sadness
A moment there came to be missed in time
Words were given in turn to portray the absence
For a portraiture of moments unforgotten behind

A mystery hides beyond the enigma
Truth within grasp...

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Inspired by the painting 'a pair of shoes' by Van Gogh (link in comments). Van Gogh used old shoes for still life as they were cheaper than flowers and with some similarity to portraiture.

Standing stock...

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I have felt the atmosphere
A feeling only yet a feeling nonetheless
I knew right away it endears
Simply from how life was left careless

We pay to be with nature
For perhaps only a handful will understand
We lose our...

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In my mind, the lines begin to form
Sketching itself for a representation
Every one detail, drawn to belong
Slow yet inviting in its final presentation

As I begin to see a face
As clearly as I remember, I’m to...

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The Continuum of Time, Nature, 
Poetry, and Love

Just as the ocean’s continuous motion,
and sands ever shifting in time;
constant the clicking of clock’s endless ticking;
this poet’s perpetual rhyme.

Sure as the morning with sunrise adorning,
and crocus that...

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Laid naked and bare,
Dilapidated beyond repair,
Deeper within the dark bowels of ruined Ultair,
Whose ruler is a Litch,
A city rises from a darken phosphorous pitch
of shadows and mists of unhallowed portraiture
whose sights are akin to visual...

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Once more do I find myself
Beyond that of night
Timeless within moment’s wealth
Of moments to be given sight

Enabling myself for the limits
Beyond all for perhaps a higher calling
Across where time and space meets
With a portraiture in...

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Bleeding Tears

I would love to master the bait,
But my heart still crumbles with tears,
I thought I had wept all,
But your simple sound still sizzle straight to haunt,
My gaits to move to splotch me,
Because the vase...

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