Art Sick Poems

 
The painting of "The Sick Child" by Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
was painted in 1907, oil on canvas, 46.4 inches by  47.2 inches
or 3.8 feet...

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THE SICK CHILD-EDVARD MUNCH

Ghostly downpour upon not the sick,
but the sick at heart - a child’s mother.
Bittersweet tangle of red - patient’s hair,
dresser, caretaker’s hands....

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Inspired by “The Sick Child” painting by Edvard Munch

A pale face, all happiness drained out! 
green and auburn lines - vertical and horizontal, 
swirl around...

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Quote By Poet "Art can come from anywhere. 
Paint with paint or paint with words." 


Writers write to write with pen or computer in hand,       ...

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I am the link to the god all mighty 
The grand master of this world
Dollar marks and social security carts

I am the warrior of this...

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pray for peace daily ~ heaven will hear and answer

 

Date Written: 6/30/2022
How Many Syllables
THE ART OF PEACE Poetry Contest     ...

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The day is long as my time is short
I walk the course of vengeance with a heavy heart
I see the pillars of flame...?

I see the...

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NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE

Imagine open heart surgery,
imagine no blood used.
Triple bypass, just beginning,
blood later … still refused.

Previous surgeries had several,
but this one was near death.
One day ok,...

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Longing for delicacy
Is no fault
We all like delicious and tasty food
Delicacy is also a style of life
An art of life 
A variety of life 
It's...

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Bring on the pain 
       for I have seen my ruin misspent ways.
Bring on the rain 
  ...

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the boulevard is desolate
as is the light that cracks bleeds 
runs here there everywhere! 

trash drafts like ghosts 
in the flicker of dying neon 
something...

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Leather boots 
tight black suits 
skin hot bound 
in knots cutting 
sweet the heat 
Burns in between 
the pleasure 
of the pain 
the sweat 
of...

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So red the rose a crimson divinity 
Thorns sharp cruel dangerous  
Crush the petals so gently, so soft
Thorns are long, how they prick thee

A...

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In the art galleries of the world,                  ...

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"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent...

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