Sketchpad Poems - Poems about Sketchpad

...*** Sketching the Ballerina *** It is well, quite well after midnight. My pup lies fagged on the blanket as close to me as possible. The young ballerina sits slightly slumped On a bench a......

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...Premiered at Rugged Old Crossroads Community Mission, New Orleans, LA – 10/16/2013 ACT 1 SEEKING LABYRINTHIA BLUE JACKET BON VOYAGE SAILING THE SEVEN SEAS SHIP IN A BOTTLE ISLAND OF DON D......

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...The air smell cloudy, With a hint of rain. Come all this way by trustin’ In a thin white cane. If a wink is as good as a nod, What’s a brotha ta do? Should Jesus come again in glory, Wou......

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...The phone rang. I looked at the name. Not that one. Not today. Knew she would be whining. Complaining. Poor me. Bored out of my gourd. No time for that. I was building an airplane, and a spaceship......

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...Curious Cow was amazing in girth and color She had not a gallop, more of a happy skip Charging toward me in a semi-prancing way I had been sitting in the pasture grass, sketching. I saw her mov......

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...Party for one Violet sits Waiting for her life to begin Black balloons share her thoughts Ebony lipstick Shining through her tears Waking the forest animals Who guard the swamp Party for ......

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...The snow on the ground is aglow at midnight A sheet of moonlight Like a sketchpad with shadows Stretched from tree limbs furiously penciled in, A speakeasy dance floor from the 1920s Mobbed ......

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...I know a lady who is really and I mean really, (because she meant 'really') really (because she said 'really') "attempting not to give in to hatred" and so I remind, that the hatred is not an......

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...The Historical Museum* Has a wonderful collection Of the drawings done by Hirschfeld,** Waiting there for your inspection. As you view his work you’ll realize He’s the Caricature King; From h......

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...Death’s Bouquet by Odin Roark Graves give much, Willing wafted memories ride The raven’s wind. Into other air Where spirits claim dorsal view Floating beside trumpets jazzed, While bare......

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...Our drive started out like any typical summer trip into Philadelphia. Both buses rolling down the highway loaded with screaming teens, eager to reach their destination in a hurry. Rush-hour traffic w......

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