Montage Poems - Poems about Montage

"The pure heart is a spotless mirror in which images of infinite beauty are reflected" In splendorous devout space of my pristine heart, shimmering in the sanctified radiance of indigo night, you gleam like seraphic sequins of the moondust, I feel fascinated as I sense your sapphire sheen. My heart morphs into mesmeric turquoise lake, where the...

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I stand Standing upon the emerald landscape posture stiff and still Eyes like black holes devouring the space around me Glass horse galloping, prisms exploding through the plainlands Time passes faster and faster the clouds cocoon and bloom into a wrinkled face, nearing a necessary wail I blink A cliffside abbey, tourmaline waves crash into the fissured face Hung to the horizon, dangling like a...

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Should I start at the middle and spiral outward? I mean I don’t know what I’m doing, just winging it. I’m going to need some colorless beads for the scarecrow eyes of raw memories. This is more a mandala thing, a montage of the still evolving. Maybe I’ll add a few straw stick figures to represent lost causes, a few spavined horses and windmills perhaps? Some snippets...

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Caught up in a mournful and jumbled montage It's an exhausting malicious barrage Just shards of a sordid side show collage Our sweet smiles are transparent camouflage For your aching ego there's no massage So now park it in a soundproof garage And join your noble leader's entourage Chant blue, red or purple, just pay homage We will be great again in this...

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Castle of Dreams Lutes and violins Gothic dreams, pleasures of sin Recited poetry In my chamber of fire Wine distills lulled memories She evaporates Into my mind...

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In sunburst morning Clouds drift on light wing Focused sunrays pierce Curtain and pane glass Blaze a track to sun My cold life I run. October 31, 2017. Contest : Tableau Prints Sponsor : nette onclaud...

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Mystic melon moment Moistening thirsty lips Molecules of pleasure Mooning about within Mellow crimson milieu Mirth in hemoglobin Montage of the summits __________________________________________________ April 20, 2017 Pleiades M - Poetry Contest Sponsor : Kim Merryman...

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Muse gathers good with fragrant chimes, Urge joy to come and flood grand streams; Sense sacred moods that swing fond rhymes, Instruct fond psalm to echo dreams; Cheer charms fond take in mellow ways, Allow for time to cluster change; Love ever makes what truth now says. Move happy mimes where words seem strange, Observe the fare that follows grace; Now in swift grooves...

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Fragments of dusk, like a montage The pagoda of trees Nocturnal smiles and whispering; Are caught up in the breeze. Then a young star rises above Her fingers warmly crown… Dusk breaking nightfall, glints the air While a city slows down. * ) ...

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#1 planetary caution shards of ice slow river’s flow - wet dreams in winter #2 pieces float seaward season’s broken spirit weeps – humpty dumpty earth #3 glaciers slide downhill seasonal creep advancing - uncertain future #4 man’s season fading haikus yellow stains on snow - postcards mailed to self December 11, 2015 - Brian Johnston #1 off-color sunsets red sea's poisonous algae - men impacting earth #2 serendipity - contrails block infrared light man's goose not cooked...

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Tonight, a montage is brushed with a splendor of glazed branches : an arrangement of russet teal and orange; dappled wisps enticing my spirit for a pilgrim beyond my own angst. In pure delight, tendrils of leaves are aflame through the glory of a varnished summer. Feathery rims unfurl in dotted patterns adorning a cherry tree with iridescent flush as its arms seem...

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I spent the morning wrapped in words, warm Blanketed In layers Buried in feathers Of birds That once flew Among Friends Climbing high Into the sky Buoyant On the winds. With the window Open The world Entered Fresh Alive And sunny Beckoning And from there I created Mixed the ingredients a stone milled Bread 30 sec of Wild Compassion And 14 sec of Somewhere in America Listening I was moved Also to write Not just that which inspired But of the pain I have...

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Spotted ears are identified by counting. And eventually merge. Which is problematic for a walking abacus. Counting calling catering clapping. Charadmarus of a bean sprout in wellies. Or a suit. Take one pea and chase it down the m53 at noon. It is often considered to be exceedingly exciting. But blindfolds whilst baking is not...

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Fond memories Flashback and greet; Swiftly, surely Fond happy day To sense anew; Attend sightings By my beech desk Digital memories; Slideshow compels Pictures of times In winding lanes; Portraits now talk So much of life Zesty and swift; Family history Those were the days Starting with nothing; Patchwork of storms An early spring, Summer madness; Autumn's fond fest Here we are now With winter chill; Fire keeps warm Seems ages ago Passion and purpose; A lovely passage known So many snapshots From...

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Photos from the past black on white sepia ...

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