Long Retouch Poems

by Michaelw1two

inspired by the word works of Gabriela Markova


 like opium,
 desire climbing the door;
 entering in the keyhole,
 today done, and no tomorrow;
 the past, reliving those memories,
 misery firmly displaced by smiles;
 out...

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(In the early years of the 16th century,
the artist Pinturicchio was employed by
Cardinal Piccolomini to decorate the
library of Siena Cathedral with fresco
scenes from the life of his ancestor, Enea.)

The Contract

The Cardinal requires Ser Bernardino, 
as...

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This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but...

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I've always looked rather young for my age, or so I'm told,
But a kid in the burger joint today was ever so bold!
He rang up a "senior rate" for the burgers that he sold!
That little...

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Subtlety is the lexicon of exquisite mindfulness. 
Kintsugi is a Japanese method of mending harm. 
Another soul, another brilliance, another imperativeness. 
Kings platter broke death, distress, and a phony delight! 
In any case, there's gold...

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Once while sitting, idly, scribbling
thoughts, like drool, slow, slowly dribbling
eraser tips muse gnawing, nibbling
I spied a shadow on the floor
suddenly the muse came creeping
creeping through mind’s chamber door

The month was chilly, wet, and raw
goosebumps raised...

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If I were to collage next year
I’d place bronze across gold
and third over first,
stick paper upon electric,
paste glutton below thirst.

If I were to sculpt next year
I’d chisel women into boardrooms,
chip away white to reveal colour,
smooth...

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We sit together,
For hours in lonely land;
Sit silently side by side,
With no word from mouth,
Yet don't know why we smile;
Face and eyes gesture,
Communicating signs;
Thy girlish eyes, 
In gesture gives a look,
penetrates straight into my heart;
Happens...

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Everything that time or tide may tell
           a silver birch rise in an azure sky
          ...

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My selfie with words
By alexia brinsley
 
How do We capture a moment when the flash doesn’t  work, and ideals can't be cropped in a frame?

When filters just “hurt", the "enhance" won't flirt, and the...

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As recollections are restored, clay breaks retouch. 

          A bare soul, a wrecked heart, sorrow, and despair

         ...

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