Art Red Poems

In the sky, after rain, a colorful bow appears,
Stretching wide, touching clouds, chasing away fears.
A bridge of seven hues, so vibrant and so bright,
It's a...

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    Talk about strutting your tail-feathers, 
and using your assets to get what you want,
when calling card
is no gambit or bluff to...

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Dew drops grace green grasses
Soothing like my pearly power shower
I choose the right outfit for an orange day
Under the fruit bowl by Vincent Van Gogh...

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In the heart of the art, love steps in breathing slowly.
The blue, the brown and the green 
stripped of all modesty submits to red.
A leg...

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He bleeds the power of a savage redcoat
Breaking the bones of his weak allies.
That love hurts
As much as you love to hurt.
Biting the face that...

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Roses curve almost as delightful as her curves
Roses curve like cursive italics
Roses curve like bed sheets
We sleep on petals in Brazil, eyes azul
Love is crazy...

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Teach me to swim in the blue sky
Despite not having white wings
I’d love the breeze flying by
And songs black birds sing

Teach me to float in...

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It’s not sweet as the Asian koel’s song. 
The red-wattled lapwing voices its irrecoverable loss. 
The bird’s sorrow scalds the night.

It was brooding in the...

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consider the art of the tendril or the thread
       or the power of a hook or a stitch
 ...

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Sitting with bunched fists
Enraged with anger
With nowhere to send it
No one is to blame
I'm the fool, just me
For letting things hurt

I look into the darkness...

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As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame

As I rose from purple slumberland, my heart red aflame
There within crackling old bones was an...

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Oh, love, thy heart is cheery red,
A vibrant hue where passions tread.
In the depths of your fiery core,
Love's beauty and warmth forever soar.

Like the petals...

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mother needed a new stove
everyone had white stoves in the sixties
it was the approved color

appliance store up town received a sample stove
it was painted a...

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Do you see the frame or the cage?
Step beyond and into this: a rare and colourful bliss,
island of calm in an ocean of rage...
Yesterday, the...

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In the shadow of the night, a woman stands,
Her eyes, as chilly as the winter's winds,
Her hand raised high, a sword in her hand,
Her face,...

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