Statuary Poems - Poems about Statuary

...On the Eve of St Orwell's Day The squaw woman brought truth to bare In scripted pose and statuary dish A recipe changed from Bollusk to bisque And the night crept up like Jupiter A false Eden ......

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...“Le poëte est ciseleur, le ciseleur est poëte.” - Hugo Poets, they are sculptors Who wield their sharpened tools, Who chisel not in stone, But rather work to write… Wordsmithing skill......

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...Riding a thermal, without a flap of wings, hot air billowing his black cloth canvas, a crow sails the gray ocean of a foggy afternoon. No flap of the wings, no readjustment of rope and sail, it......

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...In ancient cities and times, kings, rulers and their often-faceless consorts, were exalted in marble statuary, yet so much of those effigies now remain headless. Those bygone exalted figures ......

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...Clicking latch of the evening door boot tracks through fallen feathers, crows adorn the eaves little ebon stomachs growling. “I don’t have any seeds on me right now” Bird’s beady eyes cut t......

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...I was walking through Woodruff Park again today, although it felt a little bit more like swimming; I had to backstroke my way through viscous Summer air. As I stopped to catch my breath and tow......

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...His shop is filled with the finest treasures The artist walks ‘midst his imposing creations, By the marvelous statuary, and original pictures. Artifacts collected from myriads of nat......

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...Marry a poet Who will write you poems And treat you; a pet Composed many anthems With kisses that presents you his QUEEN in a banquet Marry a poet, a great bard Who will take care in be......

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...With Careful Spoons Your perfume essence speaks of lazy afternoons under sage trees. You kissed my bent neck with a pointed snake of sweet saliva eyes. Now we are twisting inside my slow tilted ......

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...Last Friday they closed down the brothel up the street Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda I hated seeing them go...it was a real fine place to meet With its beckoning red ligh......

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...From The Heart To The Cross The burden to carry on a journey slated, Weighs heavily on an outcome known fated. When faith is the belief in hope for deliverance Where humanity’s destiny h......

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...I've climbed the monkey-sided mountains overlooking Rishikesh; a spill of Rishis in the granite bowl below, each with callous, with incense, with their various beggaries...each sweet-tongued with......

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...Georgie His was a pudgy boyish countenance, With rounded river eyes and an Alfalfa smile. He wheezed like a sick tern with repeated asthma attacks, Playing hard at the various outdoor games an......

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...Standing all alone in the woods; eyes shut, I feel the lilting light. Sun dodges needles through the crown, beams land on my skin softly so. Brisk breezes quicken and rustle. Bristlecone pines e......

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...Even the Lazy Lizard Even the lazy lizard knows when not to beg, when not to emerge, from behind the hungry black rock of another dying hand, hopelessly clutching the mysteries of another sit......

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