On a Drawing by Charles Tomlinson
By a swath of inks the eye
thinks it sees solidities
which alter with the watercolor
way his brush washes its dye
in distance, though even this
finds a faraway fixed not
by the surveyor's plumb but
by the action of the thumb
delaying all the fingers meant
to draw out of the paper,
splashed dry. The clean grain
catches what it should retain
if enough pressure pleasure
is applied to the stain to lie.
Note: Tomlinson is not only a distinctive poet, but a visual artist of repute. His graphics grace the covers of many of his books. This Homage attempts to imitate his verse style, or rather one of his verse styles.
poem by Bill Knott
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Creative Perceptions
Artist appropriate palette prepares
as poet intuitive channels and shares -
perceptions highlighted in paint or in rhyme,
on screen, paper, canvas, [b]rushed, touched outside Time.
Each reaches out writing, foresighting, prepares
stalls [f]rigid for music of spirit sublime.
But few can interpret the talent they praise
in the style of an artist in true paraphrase.
(24 September 2005 robi03_1306)
Bridgework
Artists palette, paints, prepare,
poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
imagination interlinks.
Each respective stream compares
perceptions, self-respecting, thinks
perspectives sensitively, shares
intuitive fruition, links
symphonic patterns, well aware
individuals everywhere
sense beauty way beyond time's brink -
horizons widen, never shrink.
Images accompany
free originality.
(7 May 2008 variant of As Artist, Poet robi03_1396_robi03_0986 16 February 2002 robi03_0986 and also variant of Creative Perceptions
24 September 2005 robi03_1306_robi03_0986)
As Artist, Poet
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams, compare
perspective, sensitively share
where, true to self there neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, aware
that perfect strangers anywhere
may beauty sense beyond time's brink -
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free.
(16 February 2002 robi03_0986)
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As Artist, Poet
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets insight channel, air: -
one canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams with rare
sensitive perspective, care.
When true to self then neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, to share
with perfect strangers anywhere
how beauty may beyond the brink
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free...
(16 February 2002)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Verse Applied
Verse applied,
In a wish you'll see my meaning.
Out of my mind,
I'm gone...
Seeking clarity.
Verse applied,
In a wish you'll see my meaning.
With a wondering of why,
I'm...
Misunderstood!
I...
Adore you.
I...
Wish more,
To be with you...
Forevermore.
Oh I...
Adore you.
I...
Wish more,
To be with you...
Forevermore.
Verse applied,
In a wish you'll see my meaning.
How can you deny,
You can't feel the need in me!
Verse applied,
In a wish you'll see my meaning.
Out of my mind I'm gone...
Seeking clarity.
I...
Adore you.
I...
Wish more,
To be with you...
Forevermore.
Oh I...
Adore you.
I...
Wish more,
To be with you...
Forevermore.
Verse applied.
And wondering why...
You can't feel the need in me!
Verse applied.
Verse applied.
And wondering why...
You can't feel the need in me!
And I don't lie.
Verse applied.
And wondering why...
You deny!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not A Suicide Note
NOT A SUICIDE NOTE
This is not a suicide note
Yet not a melancholic fate
I do not die
Even so I look and lie
Check my pulse
For I live in this verse
And in many more you shall find
Scribbled of my fingers, bind
By the want of inspiration
All night I stayed action
For love of poetry
I made time grow weary
And for the sake of rhyme
I denied the due of time
But if I do not rise by morn
Please care not, nor mourn
For surely as lives this verse
I live larger, longer than the universe
So if you find this piece
Please I plead! Hold your peace
poem by Ifedayo Oshin
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Song Of A Rhyming Man
I love the sound of rhyming words like Dan will rhyme with Ann
And I could never be a poet just call me rhyming man
This modern verse too much for me it's way above my head
Though modern poets are now the rage and Rhyme is with the dead.
I love the sound of rhyming words, I love the verse that rhyme
To blank or free or non rhyme verse prefer it every time
And there's many who will disagree and most will say I'm wrong
But give me ballad or rhyme verse or good old rhyming song.
You may say I am limited and with you most will agree
That I'm not into modern verse of twenty first century
But I've been an old style rhyming man since nineteen seventy three
And I am in my sixties now and there's no changing me.
I love the sound of rhyming words like Dan will rhyme with Ann
And I could never be a poet just call me rhyming man
And I am guilty of no sin and I can't see no crime
In liking sound of rhyming verse and loving words that rhyme
poem by Francis Duggan
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Charismatic Personalities Transcend Styles
there is a trendy style
trend seekers follow styles
slaves to fashion styles
style is the moves of the moment
the status looks feel of the moment
style is sold trend setter moments
three choices define criteria styles
follow trend current styles be styles
be out of style or transcend styles
unique charismatic personalities transcend styles
transcend fashion defined now hype popularities
star quality self shines in spaces of hyper realities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Grace
Grace
She takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name
Grace
It's a name for a girl
It's also a thought that
Changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness
In everything
Grace
She's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk
She travels outside
Of karma
song performed by by U2 from All that you can't leave behind
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The face and shyness
A graceful face is enough
To attract a man of repute.
Revealing posture will retract.
A woman must retain enough sigh
To draw in a man of repute.
Liberality will retract.
21.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Goodnight Baby Love
Kiss those little
hands and feet.
Curl`ed toes
and fingers neat.
Little face
with rosebud lips.
Kiss babe all
to fingertips.
Kiss babes feet
sweet up to thumb.
Kiss as much
as you have done.
Kiss as much
as you are able.
Then lay love gently
in the cradle.
Sally Plumb
poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
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Everytime
In a little while Verse One
I'll be on my way
Got no words to express
What I need to say
Every time I think about the first time Chorus
We said hello
You know when you know
You never let go
It's just not my style Verse Two
Something I can't do
After all this time
I'm scared of losing you
(Repeat chorus)
Is there anything Verse Three
You could let me know
Surely you could find me
A reason not to go
(Repeat chorus)
After everything Verse Four
We've been going through
I'm so up and down
So dizzy and blue
(Repeat chorus)
Let me one more time Verse Five
Look into your eyes
I remember when
There were no goodbyes
(Repeat chorus)
song performed by by UB40 from Cover Up
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Who Says The World Is Vast?
Who says the world is vast?
As I can see the arch-
Not far long it creates the dome.
When I approach to it,
It goes far away upon.
Then how does an artist draw the horizon?
I apprehend the universe is vast-
As I can not see the fence.
Then how does an astronomer photograph it,
And sticks these on the pages of books?
And is not the perspective concept of geometry applied to them?
If all these are imagination and assumption-
Then I am a poet full of imagination-
Far above of them to think
With a colourful pen and ink.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Faraway
What a state to be in
Its a world of indecision
So self destructive
And such an ugly business
In and out of fashion
You always leave your mark
An indefinite decision
A dangerous remark
** when youre cold and tired
Dont turn your head away
The distance thats between us
Gets bigger every day
* how come you never see
Youre as faraway as faraway can be
Youre as faraway as faraway can be
You try so hard to impress
You talk the telephone to death
Its what you cant see that counts
But you havent worked that out yet
There is no reason
There is no plan
The truth can be deceptive
From such a quiet man
Theres madness in your words
Not wishing to be heard
But just like yesterday
Youve already slipped away
(* repeat)
(** repeat)
(* repeat)
Youre as faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway from me as you can be
song performed by by Abc
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The Poet Finds....
The poet finds whatever the moon could not see,
The poet finds whatever the earth does not know,
The poet finds whatever the sun could not see,
The poet finds whatever others do not know,
The poet finds whatever the stars could not see,
So why do the heathen rage and the people plot vanity? !
For she who is pregnant is closer to us,
And the hart pants after streams of water.
Your tears have been your food night and day,
And like your inner self in the lan dof your muse;
But the poet finds whatever the sun could not see.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Unforgettable
Verse 1:
Unforgettable
That's what you are
Unforgettable
Though near or far
Like a sound of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more
Verse 2:
Unforgettable
In every way
And forever more
That's how you'll stay
That's why darling it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am
Unforgettable too
Never before
Have someone been more
(Verse 2)
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Ph[r]ase by Gilded Ph[r]ase
PHRASE BY GILDED PHRASE
Welcome beams' streams weight true words in ways
A ll others only dream of imitating.
N one turn prose to free verse impersonating
D epth and scope of Night Hope's interplays
A s pleasure treasured fills each page, lights days,
L inks leisure to unmeasured selfless stating
E ternal truths through voice for choice all waiting
A dmire as choir unanimous relays
B right softness, sets scene for serene screen blaze.
R eflections simple, not simplistic, sating,
A lways gentle, unique style relating
Y ears, tears, or longings ph[r]ase by gilded ph[r]ase.
T he appetite awaits more verse uncloyed,
ON white wings, unabating, overjoyed.
14 August 2007
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Phrase by Gilded Phrase poem (c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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You Can Contribute A Verse
Contribute a verse, contribute a verse,
Who can contribute a verse?
Contribute a verse, contribute a verse,
You can contribute a verse.
You may be an underpaid lab’rer,
Streetsweeper or overworked nurse,
A migrant without any papers,
But you can contribute a verse.
You left school at sixteen with no GCSEs?
Did you graduate from Oxford with a First?
Makes no diff’rence, not one bit, for you both are fully fit,
Well-equipped to lay before the world a verse.
You may have no notes in your wallet,
You may have no coins in your purse,
No shoes on your feet, no breakfast to eat,
But you can contribute a verse.
Are you feeling sad and lonely,
In the depths of misery?
Do you feel this Life we’re living
Is not worth the entrance fee?
Are you sure that things will not get any better?
Quite persuaded they will go from bad to worse?
No great problem, drama, crisis, doesn’t matter,
As long as you can come up with a verse.
And it’s possible you’ve heard that our days upon this earth
Are not many, are not many, precious few.
We have hardly enough time to take in all of the sights,
Or do the things that we would like to do.
For we’ve barely crawled out of the cradle,
Then they cart us away in a hearse.
So, in the meantime don’t be idle:
Be sure to contribute a verse!
27/9/06
poem by Denys E. W. Jones
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Free verse
I want to write always in free verse
In free verse there is no pressure.
I do not want to keep any goal
I really do not want any roll
I also do not want to play any role.
I want to see this earth free from hunger
Free from poverty and I do not want to
keep anybody within an artificial boundary.
I want to write always in free verse
I want to move freely from place to place
To see people in various glaze.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I think the work that they do and the style of 3D graphics is absolutely fabulous and I think it's a great brush to use for some stories. And there are other brushes that I think are exclusive to a different kind of story.
Trucker Hat
This is the song that reminds me of my trucker hat
That I used to wear not to block out the sun
With a john deere logo and a stain on the back
From where you laid me out flat one look I was done
And all these things mean nothing to me
When Im with you Ive got everything
I can walk and I can pee
Even daddy would agree
You and I were meant to be
Its easy to see
Ill never go out of style on you
And nothing really feels the way you do
Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good
When you fit me like you do
This is the verse about the Parachute pants
That I learned to break dance in and thought I was good
So much for believing the fat guy doesnt win
get the girl in the end I never thought that I could
And all these things mean nothing to me
When Im with you Ive got everything
I can walk and I can pee
Even daddy would agree
You and I were meant to be
Its easy to see
Ill never go out of style on you
And nothing really feels the way you do
Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good
When you fit me like you do
Im not the perfect guy
a little slow but Ive
Got perfect timing with you
Got perfect timing with you
Take a look around
Outside the in crowd
There aint nothing we cant do
[3X]
Ill never go out of style on you
And nothing really feels the way you do
Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good
When you fit me like you do
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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The life of a Poet
The poet listens
the poet hears
he writes down
all his fears.
He observes things
that others don't
going to places
that others won't.
Inspired by simple things
like a sound or smell
the poet has lots
of stories to tell.
Even when asleep
his mind isn't at rest
in fact this is the time
it's at it's creative best.
The poet can be a restless soul
his life reflected on the page
some verse can be sweet and mild
then full of anger and rage.
The poet can be mysterious
and write in a strange way
he will say Black is White
and that night is day.
The poet is an artist
but instead of paint it's the word
painters want their work to be seen
but poets just need to be heard.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Little Wing
By jimi hendrix
Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round.
Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales,
Thats all she ever thinks about.
When Im sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
Said, its all right, take anything you want,
Anything you want, anything.
First verse
Second verse
Fly on, little wing.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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