Art Ottava Rima Poems

Your fabrications are all that ring true;
You do what you do holding a motive;
That bawdy neon sign reads ‘Ballyhoo’.
Why am I attracted to corrosive?
Patchwork display...

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Oh, Nature’s spree, your artistic scene exceeds!
Quaint the plash of paints upon the frilly bloom  
hued with sunrise splash in skies as night recedes,...

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With gleefulness, we wait for spring to show-
as winter slowly fades away each year.
Enough of weather with cold temps and snow;
we're set to welcome sprouting...

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Paint on her fingers and paint in her hair
Dad thought her love for art crazy and rash
She was an artist and she did not care
No...

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Gone is the era of the Renaissance Man
Who delved into Milton, Voltaire and Rosseau
Knew the difference between Cezanne and Gaugin
Could parse a sentence and quote...

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Jasper Johns saw the number eight,
And he was illuminated,
Then he started to speculate:
A lonely number should be mated,
I need something with more weight,
And the obvious...

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(Valentine's Collection)

37.

"Let Me Ever Know The Joy Of Your Heart."

My Valentine, forever in my heart,
thou art the love that shalt ever shine.
From thy love, my...

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Today, he’d be, affectionately, Gus.
At fourteen, his talent was precocious
But his paintings of women caused a fuss.
To this, his reaction was ferocious
Ending in apoplectic rages...

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The creation of art in my painting
Is created with each new vision
I stand and look at my painting
To see where I need to add more...

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Silhouette

Through opaque darkness, delving in the deep
as if to say life’s face we must forget
where shadows lurk in silent scenes to keep
an image not as...

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Good poetry is like an Old Master
Crafted with expert skill imbued with soul
No abstracted throwaway disaster
Or a bland undistinguished casserole
Of poor ingredients cooked up faster
And...

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By Humber in a drowsy afternoon,
When for my love long lost alone I pin’d,
My heart itself did sing a saddest tune
For woeful swain I was...

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Though I walk through the valley of bones
I will survive
I take the cup of success through work
I take the cup of blessings through prayer
I take...

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I LOVE TO BOOGIE


A time of platform shoes and wild psychedelic art,
fondue, mood rings, glitter balls,bell bottoms with a flair,
John Travolta danced his way to...

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When wrath runs hot emotions rage within.
Explosive thoughts can occupy one’s mind.
The soul in anger justifies its end.
Soon, plots begin, influenced by much wine.
Grave danger...

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