Art Men Poems

When the enterprise gets exposed
A brothel finds out it's opposed
The sign in the front
Men meet with a grunt
Says beat it we recently closed...

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Ye miss O painter in mindless vain mirth 
That every shade comes from a rainbow's range, 
Ye just copy Nature, is not it strange? ...

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"Simhaladvipa or simply Simhala is the name of an island (dvipa) according to the Kathasaritsagara, chapter 56. Accordingly, “... there he [Candrasvamin] heard that the...

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Creative


Some days I am a thinker stuck in a worker’s world,

A pontificator and procrastinator with no clear sense or goal,

I am lost in my thoughts,...

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Oh, Artificial Intelligence,*

You illegitimate daughter of Man's genius,

Your dubious art, I much suspect:

Patricide!








©  Demetrios Trifiatis
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Ye depend ‘pon earth,
At no time does Earth to thee,
Why O man this mirth?

It’s thy sole haven,
A lesson if ye listen,
This earth’s not for fun.

Forget...

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Poetry is a divine art that adorns our lives,

By beautifying our hearts and inspiring our minds

Certainly, without it, we would still live in the wild

For...

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No day have I ever work with the clock,
Come sun; come moon to running time's relay...
There- my upright stand rests on solid rock.

While sun shines;...

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My heartbeat; twinkle, twinkle, like a star-
Secured up above the celestial might.
It keeps sparking its continuous light's bar...

When  nothing shines upon my humble scar,
That...

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Old men
her favorite subject
I made it...

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A dog that is feeding on milk
Won't go all days been fed by an ilk
When situation makes him bilk
Then the dog won't be as fine...

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There's a time to chase the world,
and a time for the world to chase you...
the distinction between destiny and damnation
can become ambiguous as a dream
on...

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Like seriously I wish every morning 
Doesn't fake men naturally horny 
For every sure dawn's smile 
Should adore its own style
Setting their pricks' structures really...

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...But I heard a crack in the distance,
then came a man’s shrill, painful yell,
I saw Tak go down in the plants,
his ankle was bent, none-to-well,
I...

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I long have been a trail-runner,
and my name is Art Constantine,
sprinting peaks is a thigh-burner,
just as tiring as it seems,
I started this at seventeen.

Most people...

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