Stucco Poems - Poems about Stucco

...We’re all just Scattered splattered rainbows on Skyscraping Walls. That’s some graffiti, the graffiti is the name. There’s graffiti with some face paint Looking out us all, with eyes on eve......

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.... and i look'd look piercingly mine see fix'd az stucco az the skill'd plasterer ......

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...Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy” Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music Blends of subversive elements and anxious acous......

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...Hit your head against the proverbial wall Your everyday Nafferti in stucco carries the wind but being only seventeen whose opinions ran counter to the realm Pale daughters yawn diligently The......

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...wind wisps dark locks from her brow green eyes gaze across saguaro spiked slopes over sticks and stucco where once was a river and corn grew tall her mama's native blood her dad's rug......

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...Pink flamingos prance with Hooper cranes high above a vaulted mall ceiling, a China-blue sky paints fluff upon stucco clouds. I hold your hand playing hide and seek, intimate inmates in our ope......

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...6/5/22 Underneath the night sky No more Mr. Nice guy My my, how time flies F*** all these white lies To you it seems out of this world and Sci-Fi To me it's natural like a hippie wearing ti......

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...Flora Season of love and natural propense, In youthful exuberance with wholeness of innocence; When Flora casts off her wintery shroud and bursts into flower, Screaming to the world, <>...

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...Naples perches in its own white washed stucco Brilliant white. It almost hurts the eyes. An irregular pitch of cliffs subsumed into terra cotta tiles Orangish-red like scales of some headless fish......

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...Ye old West signposts, green with needle-spurs: Santa Rita prickly pear, pancake prickly, plenteous buckets and sunset pink occurs. It’s mountain time to sip some wine dearly as the cac......

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...The church I went to as a teenager was full of sex. It seeped through the worn wooden pews into the pours of our hands. It sluiced around the stucco walls and fake stained-glass windows. The ......

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...Tall and narrow, the houses stand, wall against wall, hunched together on the edge of the cobbled street, as if armed against the unknown. Tiny balconies Where laundry Used hang on railin......

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...Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine that failed to quench the civil mob. ......

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...the still life paints in water colour as moments dissect the day an autumn leave falls quietly in tangible peace of the quiet soul a tranquil hand brushes a humble canvass serene and at peace ......

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...I caught last night's performance though it wasn't meant for me Thanks to Lily, Rose and Ivy for saving me a seat Held in a private location far away from prying eyes Reservations were not taken b......

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