Art Verse Poems

"Treasure Box"

The etymologist considered themselves singular;

like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion 
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to...

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The container in my chest holds water not blood-
Water of the kin and kind.
But I bottle it up scared instead of sprinkling the holy water...

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“I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it”.....Quote by Bob Dylan


I...

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The tenderness of the fragile heart,
Resembles a historic yet dramatic,
Work of art as seen through the ages.
The portrait never shows broken hearts,
Devastation of death or...

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In those days we had to make do and mend.
Milk bottles we would rinse out and return.
Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children
to cut and paste...

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I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. 
Brought back by popular demand. 
They say that soup is better after it sits for a...

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I love chocolate soup the best! 
Served after a hefty meal. 
There’s always room for dessert 
When it comes to poetry. 
So sickly sweet it...

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History awaits for it's train to the past.
The future awaits for it's train to the present.
History blows a kiss of comforting memories.
You linger on to...

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There is an art to s i l e n c e,
a beauty in its presence,
when a natural choice.

From the fragility of b u t...

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My dog is my shadow, we shall now walk

He maketh me to play fetch in green pastures:
he leadeth me to sticks in still waters

He has...

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In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts,
Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces,
There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of...

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A violin is like a lover--
A beautiful work of Art--
Precious, delicate, fragile.
It has to be handled with care,
Caressed, fondled, touched,
Hugged--but not too tight,
Or break it...

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Where art thou unknown spellcaster?

If in fact such a female and/or male exists
an insufferable existence clamors for surcease
against riptide of ineradicable anguish.

Living hand to mouth
for...

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Time to be respectable
I live in two homes in my mind
I’m both Frida and Diego
Like me, they lived in Twin Houses
The tortured me lives in...

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The creative mind
Manifests a work of art
With naught but words
Bridging the gap
Between thoughts
And words
And the more you write
A river may become a sea
And then an...

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