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In art, imagination

The Artist

Pointy edge of the charcoal beast, Scribbling on the dead white papers, Swaying, With his dexterous mind, Brisk in its flamboyant flavors, The echoes of the corporal voices, Preaching mundane lesson, Urging him to stay chained, In their vicious, bounded garrison, But he chooses to sneak away, To the farfetched world, beyond their vision, Unheeded, For he is “The Artist”, Novice, Free like...

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In batman, fantasy

Batman Vs Superman

So what are you here for? The Kryptonian asked, While he pulled his red drape near, In the aisle of medical hall, Backache! The Dark Knight uttered, Slipping a prescription on the pharmacist desk, he muttered, You are so powerful with the Kryptonian muscle, Enough to defeat Lex Luther in a simple wrestle, Then what has put you in such a hassle? (Batman...

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In poem,

Women of ages

For the long lost deity in the pages, Of the epic so told, Ramayan, Tested at the behest of faith, Who were they? Kings? Blind and deaf? To have the lady undressed in the court, The pride of Panadavas, Draupadi, Praying for help, Placed at peril by the cruel, Man? Yes, the deemed creator! And the Helen had wept alone, When the troy...

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In poem,

The voice

                                                      The least judged, broken,  mended, drenched in desire to be heard, screams,  whispers, unshaken, dreamer, ocean dweller,  a sailor, an ink blot, on my psyche's paper, rustling in the storm, not torn, nor crumpled, like a...

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In guest poet, Humor

The Silent Screams- Guest poems by Chad Bittner Hurt

 CAN YOU FEEL THIS It’s my claim to fame the fabric said to the hand I’ll make your heart melt with my extraordinary softness I feel lost without a name I need a designation dashing dapper dare I say svelte the hand’s reply was positively grand Bequeathing a moniker sweet as a kiss From this day forward you’ll be felt -------------------------    ...

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In poem,

Emotions Unveiled- Guest poems by Annamaria Ayyad

                                           Herald  Looking out the frozen window on this February morning, I hear the Herald of spring on his perch above the garden. His dapper vestment of feathers for official declaration. The red-winged blackbird's shrill announcement of spring, Melodious in the crisp cold...

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