Long Ekphrasis Poems

Fishing Boats On The Beach at Les Saintes - Marie’s-de-la-Mer

                  Vincent Van Gogh (1853 - 1888), Arles, June...

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Too much to know, I just don't know it
As I fumble around, just a humble poet 
Frustrated as I watch unfurl a show
I just don't know it, too much to know

Answers are near, in the...

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art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me! 
                                 
             ...

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My First poem posted here May 2007 was  an enigmatic Lanterne

Viduage

Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.

My First ekphrasis (poem no 2 here ) BELLA

Bella

He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on Marc Chagall

MY FIRST POEM I EVER WROTE poem no 3 here. a favoured form  AN ALLITERATION

Connections
Confront,clash,collide
COMBAT !
Cold shoulder,chill,cool
CUT-OFF !
Cry,crave,collect
CALL-ON !
Constant,compassion,consider
CHARITY !
Confer,commune,converse
COMMUNICATE !
Convene,concert,consensus
CONCORD !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !

MY FIRST IMAGIST POEM -REFLECTIONS

Reflections

Deep into the pool
A blue moon,ephemeral,
Below white-coated peaks,
Bleak and surreal,
The transient image too soon
Dissolves,and ripples into space,
As water though my grasp.

MY FIRST CINQUAIN (after Adelaide Crapsey)

Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast

MY FIRST HIKU 

On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Raindrops fill the air
why hiku ?

HAIKU means  the ' phonetical&cultural original 'in Japanese'

whereas HIKU

is the English language version(including translations)with similar economy of words without "telling all" thereby to ' show ' (conforming to the key to...

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She breathes joy into poetry
Lighting the way for you and me
Her words color hearts in gentleness
Whispering peace through the spirit
Reminding us all that we have One
Who is willing to strengthen and calm
Reassure our hearts, souls...

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 " Misunderstood 
 by my own metaphors, 
traversing the ivory webs 
 of your cunning twilight ~
which tried to mute those
feminine laments within me, 
  I've metamorphosed 
 to a colourless caterpillar, 
yearning...

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Inspired by The Sirens and Ulysses, oil painting by William Etty.

The painting depicts a scene from Homer's epic "The Odyssey," where the hero Ulysses (aka Odysseus) orders his crew to tie him to the mast...

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This hasn't quite worked, so I'll have to revisit it. I listened to Chopin Opus 9 number 1 for inspiration and got lots of sprawling thoughts. I tried to put them into a Rondeau Redoublé...

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Picture me this all colors and hues                            ...

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Emily of three years
Leukemia eating her soul
Her bald head, made her smile wider
Please mummy do not cry
I will hug you even after I die

Tommy of five years
Bone cancer eating his limbs
Unable to walk, this beautiful...

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North Richland Hills grew a rainbow I wanted to hold in my hand
Wand for wishing I don’t know what to reach-ask for?
Plethora is sunshine below the bow along your Texas land
Donned a different approach—your rainbow...

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Might it be a pool or wishing well
with rainbow ripples round it wound
within an enchanted cosmic dell
of a fabulous world newfound—

or perhaps a spacetime passageway
that tunnels through regions yonder
to place where poets come out to...

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sink beneath the surface every time goaded
same event distorted until colour coded
and always bedraggled and gasping for air
terrified that this is actually fair
failings cascade like works of art
brokeness perfectly playing it's part
around each hell bubble...

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His silhouette lines up with his preacher stretch.
He points with avid attention to the throne of God.
Though he stands, his skinny knees are bent.
He’s in the trenches with his armament.

The congregants in the old wooden...

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POEMS
0F MRS PANAGIOTA CHRISTOPOULOU-ZALONI
Athens-Greece
20160621

It’s time
It’s time of thought.
The Love discovers
Secret paths 
And “she’s guided to the dream”.

It’s time of beautiful… 
The Love conquers 
The summit of Olympus
Emotion plays pleasantly.

It’s the time of union…
The Love gathers...

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I had a dream that I was a butterfly
winged iridescent; my life would flutter by
as I was dreaming a dream of a dream of
my own lepidopteron being above.

Hither and thither I flightily flitted,
or so it...

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Inspired by the painting Automat by Edward Hopper in 1927.

The painting shows a lone woman sat at automated restaurant table.

Viewing the painting will enhance the poem.

Centre stage yet unseen, star still observable when no longer...

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just drink from the cup
as the river of oblivion flows
some try to stand in stagnant waters
others cocooned by the edges
seeking a cure from the inevitable

I see everything
a whole journey crystal clear
these seconds of clarity won't...

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Viewing the crucifixion scene capturing my soul 
I'm glued to the vital character bearing the painting's essence  
Staring at His image, my mind is gripped with Scripture verses
Unraveling momentous event in history - spiritual...

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"Girl with a Pearl Earring" is an oil painting by Dutch Golden Age painter Johannes Vermeer, dated c. 1665. Going by various names over the centuries, it became known by its present title towards the...

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Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers


At dawn's first blush, 
milkweed pods, 
burst with a sigh,
A feathery shower of, 
silk sending secrets... 
on...

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Eyes, in such a way, that some strange virture, some everlasting release
Was imparted to he. A strange bargain indeed; to resist the gods and to please
Satan in his rebellioin from all that was natural, yet...

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in the year 2098 on the planet Julephia in the Huilinium Galaxy an element called Pubbius was found, generating interest from all points of the galaxy. While mining pubier,(an alloy used to make rods in...

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Winds hustling pass the speed limit. 
Trees whispering gossip; 
obviously a scandalous myth. 

She stares up into the copper brown walls. 
Resting, but not relaxing, in a bed of straws. 
Her long golden hair nesting...

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Calm, cool mornings
Blessed with sunlight’s whisper,
Birds crooning softly in the distance,
Breathless dewdrops sliding hastily over
A petal, treasuring the promise of rain,
Hesitating then pouring down from heaven
In pails of beating BBs, little treasures
Telling of the adventures…...

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