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The Thrill of Art and Vision
Cardboard
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
#art
#freedom
#FreeVerse
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
178 reads
16 Comments
The Thrill of Art and Vision
Cardboard
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
#art
#freedom
#FreeVerse
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
178 reads
16 Comments
The Thrill of Art and Vision
Cardboard
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
#art
#freedom
#FreeVerse
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
178 reads
16 Comments
The Thrill of Art and Vision
Cardboard
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
#art
#freedom
#FreeVerse
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
178 reads
16 Comments
The Thrill of Art and Vision
Cardboard
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
#art
#freedom
#FreeVerse
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
178 reads
16 Comments
Poem
I have this ache
It must be ancient I guess
I climax when
I tell you
What goes
There
Electronically seductive
In this dark space
I call
My head
Sortounded by curlies
And stuff.
It must be ancient I guess
I climax when
I tell you
What goes
There
Electronically seductive
In this dark space
I call
My head
Sortounded by curlies
And stuff.
#FreeVerse
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0 Comments
When Ink Is Thicker Than Blood
'A fantasy Poem''
All those waters are never enough for me
My heart conceals the biggest mysteryS
Sharing it with my own self's intimacy
Which is the very inkwell of my poetry
So, let me delight in my inky hideaway
It is there where i've ever yearned to stay
Far from human eye, from any heart that chimes
From any sentiment, that may alter my rhymes
A am a metrical cadence, a foot with Mood
I take this form, flexible like bamboo wood
No rule...
All those waters are never enough for me
My heart conceals the biggest mysteryS
Sharing it with my own self's intimacy
Which is the very inkwell of my poetry
So, let me delight in my inky hideaway
It is there where i've ever yearned to stay
Far from human eye, from any heart that chimes
From any sentiment, that may alter my rhymes
A am a metrical cadence, a foot with Mood
I take this form, flexible like bamboo wood
No rule...
#FreeVerse
134 reads
5 Comments
yo! Americana
poems rush
out--
careless
word
children
playing
on the
streets--
trying not to get
crushed under
the squeeling
tires of night
out--
careless
word
children
playing
on the
streets--
trying not to get
crushed under
the squeeling
tires of night
#FreeVerse
#minimalist
#StreamOfConsciousness
579 reads
11 Comments
yo! Americana
poems rush
out--
careless
word
children
playing
on the
streets--
trying not to get
crushed under
the squeeling
tires of night
out--
careless
word
children
playing
on the
streets--
trying not to get
crushed under
the squeeling
tires of night
#FreeVerse
#minimalist
#StreamOfConsciousness
579 reads
11 Comments
yo! Americana
poems rush
out--
careless
word
children
playing
on the
streets--
trying not to get
crushed under
the squeeling
tires of night
out--
careless
word
children
playing
on the
streets--
trying not to get
crushed under
the squeeling
tires of night
#FreeVerse
#minimalist
#StreamOfConsciousness
579 reads
11 Comments
The Cracked Glass
You are so sweet and happy
Then I came along
Your smile falters
Your eyes dart for help
Why fear me?
You are as perfect as crystal glass
Nothing to hide
If there is a smudge
The world will know
Why fear me?
I moved closer
The sweat of reality appears
The only person to see
Not through, but at
You are a reformed glass
Minute cracks at the seam
For I see what others overlook
There is where fear lies
Then I came along
Your smile falters
Your eyes dart for help
Why fear me?
You are as perfect as crystal glass
Nothing to hide
If there is a smudge
The world will know
Why fear me?
I moved closer
The sweat of reality appears
The only person to see
Not through, but at
You are a reformed glass
Minute cracks at the seam
For I see what others overlook
There is where fear lies
#FreeVerse
91 reads
12 Comments
Parson's nose, Rose, Mary and some Time
I find it difficult remembering stuff
and my brain developed a way to cope
for example Basil could be found
in Faulty Towers and Coriander
found in Coronation street...
Parsley could be teased from Song
which I'd sift through to also find
Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.
Sorrel could be found in Cowboy Films
just don't ask me why. In the same vein
Chervil was hid in the Three Musketeers.
Tarragon has great virtue.
Dill developed into something Risque. ...
and my brain developed a way to cope
for example Basil could be found
in Faulty Towers and Coriander
found in Coronation street...
Parsley could be teased from Song
which I'd sift through to also find
Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.
Sorrel could be found in Cowboy Films
just don't ask me why. In the same vein
Chervil was hid in the Three Musketeers.
Tarragon has great virtue.
Dill developed into something Risque. ...
#FreeVerse
170 reads
4 Comments
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