Art Verse Poems

They wear no crown, no armor bright,
Yet rule the day and shape the night.
With whispered words, a gentle sway,
They bend the will and guide the...

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the sky holding back its secrets suddenly, the clouds part
someone’s lips part; they’re caught in moment of yearning
Tight restraint release like clouds opening to reveal...

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i will just ll.
like leaves lean low in wind,
not asking why the sky
keeps its blue to itself.

i will just ll.
let light leak through the blinds
like...

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Listen to this head
as it cracks in the weight of my thoughts
ants are passing all over
and I am but a corpse
running around
dragging a body today

did...

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A cascade of swirls curled in the sky.
Enveloping a host of ghostly nebula galaxies,
glowing like a myriad of phosphorous flares,
sent aloft to glisten in starry,...

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The wrong facsimile receiving noise in the right rehearsing 
recital time of genesis room

What is patriotism?
To love your land, to be there for the cause...

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There I stood where the smell of ancient oaken trees ran cleanly clear through the time honored wood only to be hung there lithely clinging...

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Wake up. If you can.
Or just lie there, blank-eyed,
Listening to the ceiling rot.
Time is fake. Clocks are arrogant.
Let them tick for someone who matters.

Forget food....

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Have I truly moved away, or am I just becoming a shadow in time,
like a ghost forgetting it was once flesh and blood,
my laughter is...

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My grandmother's hands 
knew things mine have forgotten,
how to make bread rise, 
how to hem a dress 
so it would last.

She saved everything: 
buttons in...

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The 1st Commandment of Eternal God is I am the Divine Lord your Eternal God

You will not have strange gods before Me

By the 1st Commandment...

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Is life truly an art or just a messy canvas I never asked to touch,
and death the same, a final brushstroke or just a fear...

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She entered the big building;
A big hall,
Big shining lamps,
Big glass windows,
That revealed the green flocks of trees outside;

Walking in the hall
She knew that inside,
There stood...

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Montreal is my favourite city ~ a mix of old and new.
I love its architecture which graces it with style and unique character.

It's got more...

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It’s been a long time since
I’ve ventured into
this new studio of mine—
dust has settled like ashes
on the unshelved books
and the jars of brushes
still packed away...

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