Long Watercolors Poems

"Present!"

It's a lackluster answer (1) to simple life question,
"Hi! How is it going Mom? You feel OK?"
She was lonely for sure, saw no chance of a rescue,
She fought for her kids, though art dreams went...

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In the middle ages
these roughed and scuffed decades
between newborn crocus snow-melt-nursed and
dried hydrangea blooms sepia-skinned and papery thin
I earned the right to wear sapphires
and burn my mademoiselle mistakes with wisdom-fires

it took me a while to...

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I had always loved being near deep-sea water, and I was never too far away,
As the beauty of fresher tomorrow, is but mystic hours from prevalent today.

I enjoyed swimming and boating and surfing, and even...

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As the peacock-sage 
waves of whimsical peace
faded in silence's 
pale watercolors, 
I masked my 
eerie eyelashes, 
with drifting 
angel-mist smog. 
For, I sensed the 
wistful wailings of 
ambrosial lilies, 
encased in my 
heart's crystal casket,...

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Make The Silent Poetry on Floor - Rangoli*
A gift for all Poetry friends

The Poem is dedicated to Deborah Guzzi for the 
inspiration from her blog Onam India & 

Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S


Making Rangoli is...

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Imagine waiting for something or maybe it’s someone. Someone you look for in everyone you pass by but not someone that is easy to find. Everytime you pass by these people you look at their...

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Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a soul of misery mizzle
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow  —no 
these clouds come from yonder bluebird wilds
white cirrus...

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I was young when I realized my mom was different,
Different from me at least, for sometimes 
She would draw or paint and miracles would happen.
Her penciled or charcoaled strokes on paper projecting life
Into two dimensions,...

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painted my fingernails
  lips, eyes, cheeks
          with dark
lovely pink
went out on the town
purse, shoes, belt
   had hues and shades
of pink and of brown
spritz...

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So full of empty between the ears;
void breeze reasoning,
zero thoughts a-blowing

Banished to the barren cornfields,
multi-grain years of accumulated wisdom
bear no pleasant, golden-age yield

Black sky intellectual famine
was lost cause shuttered-in, 
by a blight of self-centered locust...

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Soul Sanctuary

Wandering through a moveable museum of memories columnar
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in watercolors gossamer

Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments of atonement,
Soft edges of first love painted in golden moments –

Brushing aside gauzy...

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Under the sea I will be,                                                   swimming with much glee....

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I don’t know if owning a beautiful home,
Facing the sea, makes happy,
There are people who do not manage their thoughts,
And that makes them dangerous,

There are people who are convinced
That the Eiffel Tower is the center...

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She lived her lifetime by the sea,
her life was one of symmetry,
the rhythm of the waves, in part,
matched the beating of her heart.

At every dawn she walked the shore
and wondered what she was looking for,
it...

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The sun descends
Every single day
I'm alive.
The reds and oranges
Blend to purple,
Exploding out of a bright
Center, circle that closes
More and more every
Minute
Until everything evaporates suddenly
Into the night.
If you're lucky,
It's just an introduction to
The glittering ceiling
Sphere of...

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Those enigmatic clouds of Charles Baudelaire were floating in the sky
An unhappy man, he, was standing under the sky,
He did not see the clouds, he did not know the color of the sky
Nothing charmed him,...

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Hey…psst…wake up! I know it's still dark but will you come with me? Come on…

We tiptoe quietly through the sleeping house and slip our feet into flip-flops, and go out the back door. 
We...

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It is painted in water colors
light blue spreading out the farthest
then comes light splotches of white
you can almost see the brush move
as pink and yellow are added 
orange touches the bottom
blending with a rich red...

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"I must have flowers, always, always ..."
-Monet- 
________________________

mother taught me about gardens ...
        all winter she would ponder ...  and make plans
    ...

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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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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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mother taught me about gardens ...
        all winter she would ponder ...  and make plans
       selecting flowers by texture and shape
...

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"The secret of change is to focus all your energy
not on fighting the old, but on building the new."

                ...

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mother taught me about gardens ...
        all winter she would ponder ...  and make plans
       selecting flowers by texture and shape
...

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Joker:
Sunday dinner had a precursor of momma announcing I'm cooking so don't nobody touch this stove
Then when I got older, they would always say if you can't take the heat stay out the kitchen
But the...

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