Art Monorhyme Poems

Falling like a silver star 
Driven by love like red car
Slipping on the icy blue part
For you screw up breaking heart

Wondering should I go far
Pondering...

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Kiss me gently on my face
Send me to another place
Where lovers go to romp and play
Where indigo souls sing and sway
And darkness feels like brighter...

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"If a clown don't make you laugh, that's because you're an adult from Mars," ... by The Poet

'Tis magical youth-phemism plays its part,
and subtle measures...

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Gliding fingers trace music notes in the sands; within her; a mystical eloquence feel
What a soothing movement; mind blowingly graceful hands; pirouette goes this pottery...

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Gorgeous origami dress made of paper but not mache’
It is colorful and bright, with art so clever and gay.
I watch her walking toward me and...

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I am sure the art supply company thinks I am a school said Lamaay
She orders and receives art supplies almost every other day.
Her husband has...

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Coming together like living magic, breaking liquidity apart
More infused with passion, that never has an end or start
Strongly vibrant with rhythmic silent sounds, that be...

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Soft glimmer like an undertow;
Glimpse the multifaceted glow
painting nature's art studio:
Rainbow shadow, rainbow shadow;

Chill don't change that radio dial:
Fall hard into something gentle,
take a break...

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Froggy bottom chorus line was jazzy and smart
They obeyed with rhythm, they bogeyed with heart
They brought their dance routine to a whole new art
Choreography of...

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Nude draped across *Chaise Longue like a pharaoh,
Stained with cheap coffee from the expresso,
Take-outs growing mould beside my cello,
It reads ‘Buyer’s Dream’ on the sale...

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A surrealistic world garners followers in the hills of the high
Royal highnesses and gymbuggers flitting among the spry.
Make believe words creating a world of fluff...

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To craft a poem short,
one that cavorts,
holds court,
exhorts,
perhaps retorts
of sort
and not resort
to ***ort:
a sport
that does comport
in support
of a certain forte.


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H/T to Maurice Rigoler's The Art...

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When thoughts cease to flow ~
         Where does ego go” prompt 
     ...

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My heirloom- finest work of art

my mother crafted with her heart

after I drew it by a chart

on linen cloth stretched for the part

of filling in...

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