Art Triolet Poems

O Lord, Your might leaves me in awe,
No pen could ever trace Your art.
The flawless world obeys Your law,
O Lord, Your might leaves me in...

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When I saw your eyes,
A spark was shown.
Don’t lose hope, chances rise.
When I saw your eyes,
It reflected strength,by which fear dies.
Try to have something of...

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Frozen into crystallized art 
dripping magick into potions;
Fervor within is the jumpstart 
frozen into crystallized art;
Fast rising whispers as lips part
evaporating emotions;
Frozen into crystallized art
dripping...

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You do delight and enthrall me
My mesmerising beauty
So complex like a stormy sea
You do delight and enthrall me
Captivatingly so carefree
To love you, my Earthly duty
You...

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Memories are being snipped like flowers.
Putting together shades that scent like oil.
Melt almost like yolks pleading on towers.
The work depicts the many threads of hours.
The...

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I can't but dare to say the truth,
If I have a chance to rule the world.
I did rule at heart as a sleuth;
I can't but...

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		I.

A bard and swan, I love thee, Rose:
     the one for whom I pen this song
that trills a note which sweetly...

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The ocean rolls, creating waves
The creep, to peak, pure art
Inspiring me, in many ways
The ocean rolls, creating waves
Though time moves on, the image stays
It’s branded...

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At the bank of holy Ganga, a revered shrine,
Religious and cultural center, Varanasi.
Chants of ‘Har-Har Ganga’ grant blessings divine. 
At the bank of holy ganga,...

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Dapple, broken rainbow upon my heart,
A light within and existential angst.
Once a spring breath that danced, now falls apart.
Dapple, broken rainbow upon my heart,
A moment...

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The lyre and moonlight cascading.
   Tri-dancer transposes shadow.
      On tiptoes, gracefully gliding,
The lyre and moonlight cascading.
  ...

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The good life can be art;
Disagree? I’ll hold up a mirror,
show you your heart;
The good life can be art,
no need to be torn apart; 
Your...

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First things first, let us meld head with our heart
Inner conflict ends and we stand erect
This path seems simple but it’s a learnt art
First things...

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Paulette painted portraits and landscape scenes
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I.

O Muse divine! how rare thou art;
     how sought after you'd always be:
how I searched long with patient heart,
O Muse divine,—how...

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