Marc Poems - Poems about Marc

Peril looms yet the artist shows a relaxed state over the city. Looked back from whence they came, escaping, unfollowed, over the city. Solitude no more, she’s his prize to carry off over the city. ...

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angels live in his mind lovers and flowers in a garden bright blue . . . ...

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Music pierces where words escape every mood a tune a hearts embrace...

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Le Cirque Bleu The spotlight is aglow through the gloam The light an indigo ink modifying color She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards upside down, with unseen wings, an acrobat aerials amid the roar She looks pretty with her fan in one hand, long tresses flowing loosely ...

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. . . . . . .A NI MA LIA* . . . ....

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artful spiritualisation in simplistic colour colletivised in illustrated guides ...

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Franz painted animals so primeval* fascination coupled with high ideal colours were given a life of their own his,sadly,lost in WW1, ..dying alone *http://www.franzmarc.com/paintings/...

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Poets Are A Very Odd Lot Poets have heard are an odd lot, And you like me are also caught; While enthused, Also amuse; By God believe we were taught. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet Bolivia, NC For Marc Acrich Sounds like a great name to do a genealogical study on....

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Death of Bella Holding each other's hands They were flying like birds A tiny town below was softly glowing Under the moon, love was overflowing Mark whispered to her gently “I’ll certainly never leave you ” In the room with a bouquet Joy springs from a cheerful minuet His head suddenly turned upside-down Everything was torn down The Death of Bella caused his distress Love was expected...

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On June 5th Marc Broussard's performing in NY I spot you in the crowd, come up and ask "May I?" Why oh why, dear Lord, I met you once again? It's bitter sweet. This awful joy. I don't complain. You turn 'round, surprised to see me standing there. You are caught off guard, you smile and touch your hair. Hi Olga!...

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