Short Master Poems
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He is the Good Shepherd,
I am the sheep of his pasture.
All my needs are met by him,
So I follow Him- He is my Master.
Sometimes
Glitches
In
Master-plan
Misleads
One
To
The
Brink -
Piggy-back
On
Sheer
Guts
And
Perseverance.
Meena can drive Corona,
whispered Tina to Nina.
Is she a doctor?
How could she master?
Ney dear, it is Corolla.
Venetian Carlo Crevilli
a renaissance master,maybe
Compared now to Magritte
his sophisticated follies somewhat a treat
Master painter Pierre Bonnard
promoted his genre so very hard
Life a visual joy he sought
his art pictures this thought
keen orphic reader
cabalistic tendencies
mystical and keen
enigmatic strong
a master of the occult
lively prophecies
Pierre August Renoir in soft focus
caught the first impressionist bus
Master of light & artistry
also famed for sensuality
Organist Maurice Durufle
a master musician in his day
A composer with much flair
with his choral Requiem so extraordinaire
Listen to poem:
sublime hood-winker
such a master of the con
the press tags along
faked rebellion builds up strength
to allay a real one
The man boiled his manifesto
with dry red pepper and ginger
those who taste it, young and old
shade tears of wit at table
Messiah
Emmanuel
Rabbi
Redeemer
Yahweh
Christ Child
Healer
Restorer
Intercessor
Savior
Teacher
Master
Almighty God
Sustainer
On a blustery day
The crimson Sun rose slowly
Spreading red and gold
The dawning of a new day
Listen what the Master said
Everything is down down.
Believe me down down.
Choot is down down.
Kuss is down down.
LuLi is also down.
(Master Of Arts)
on reading rumi
I see I'm both servant and master
a gift of the heart
and in its euphoric song
singing the joy that is life
as my haiku ends -
I get off,so
you can continue
after the quote by Raymond Roseliep 1917-83 ,
contemporary haiku master
poorly
worded
suicide
sexual
asphyxiation
better then master
because she is
mistress bation
my libation in her cup
Form:
learn from the Master
sensitive to nature mind
appreciate green
beautiful mountain top highs
lovely green grasslands below!
Silk flows like a song
The painted cranes of Huizong
Made art his life long
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
you met your master
met your deniable match
what you think of that
11/19/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2018
Is this heart ready for the grave?
Is it master and am I slave?
So how then should it be?
Should I kill it or let it kill me?
Robert Frost was at a crossroad
as his traditonal style showed
Master of the colloquial voice
rhymn so often his first choice
silent tears rain down
as upon my knees I pray
hands grasp the dark earth
tending the vegetables
as the master mends my soul
His dog lies waiting
for his master to come homefFrom the battle field
No matter how long he's gone
Lies down head on paws waiting
some say back than
well it all began
from those slaver master
those baster
had the horn sound around
and my people
BOUND IN CHAINS
My dearest pharaoh,
I worship you thick and through.
My dearest master,
I obey all your orders.
I receive your lust and trust.