Art Rhyme Poems

They say a picture may paint a thousand words
but I can't read what he wrote
household paint poured onto a horizontal surface
ain't what I call works...

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I’m talking about the beautiful country of Burkina Faso
Formally known as the Republic of Upper Volta, the newcomer on the plateau
The new country with a...

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We’re free when we blink, in time’s pause
but otherwise we’re not,
so it’s best we discern the cause
of trance to be self-taught.

Path to freedom jump start,
employ...

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As we metamorphose
away from mumbo-jumbo,
we cleave to poetry, abandon prose.

Science is the only one that knows.
I saw it on “Colombo”.
A laptop’s far more useful than...

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Crowded Desk
 Room to write.
 Writer’s block.
 Pen to the paper.
 Get to work.
 Crowded desk.
 Crowded thoughts.
 These are your words.
 Art to color.
...

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She is a child of the mountains, of meadows, lakes, and seas.
A pirate queen, faerie princess, ninja warrior, consultant to a king.
Sliding into crevices others...

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Wild Horses
You told me your favorite color is orange.
You dropped by and I opened up the door.
You have a keen eye for detail.
With a sharp...

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Our excited Easter Bunny was a woman this year
She popped in and threw eggs around, full of cheer
She has quite a fluffy tail, my daddy...

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Paint on a brush never dries,
for it's compulsion never dies.
A painting is never done, in an artist's eyes.
it's only left a-hanging, until others arise,
that sway...

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The Heart’s True Smile
— A Poem of 50 Verses —

A smile may curve upon the face,
But deeper still lies truer grace.

When born not just from...

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For centuries, she would be beguile
the whole world with her famous smile,
but I couldn't make her grin (or laugh) -
well, only just a half. 
...

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The world got caught under her breath
They could never hear her precious mumbling, only realized when she left

One second she was there
One second she was...

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A bulky box, a cathode ray's soft glow, 
The analog TV in a gentle fading show. 
Its rabbit ears, a hopeful, awkward plea, 
To catch...

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THE SUN

"I hate it here," says the sun,
"I shine too bright.
My endless burning's never done,
You get to glide in the velvet nigt."

THE MOON:

"Your fiery voice...

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There comes a dusk we do not choose,
A hush that steals the flame from fight,
When even victors seem to lose
In shadows cast by fading light....

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