Francisco Bravo Cabrera, A.K.A. BODO VESPACIANO, was chosen by his treasured City of Valencia for a prestigious exhibition. This is a highly sought-after and esteemed art show in the third largest city in Spain. He will be exhibiting JaZzArt. The showcase will include Expressionism, Surrealism, and the official showing of the new art form…
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God’s Grace – An Ameri-Ku
Below robust magnolia leaf, monarch chrysalis safe on vein, as sweet the nuzzle of the fog, with sunset after rain. Gentle the healing sun, kissing skyline splendors good-night, starlings *murmurate for warmth, and dance to delight. Clouds above declare to us, God’s confirmation of His Grace, dusk wraps arms over creation, granting…
My Ameri-ku “spring is a lady” is now live on Spillwords press nyc
Spring whispers her secrets like treasuresas painted trees bend with an abundance of flowers, pine trees celebrate as male cones liberatethick yellow pollen trembling at the sight of female cones, To finish reading, please go to SpillWords Press, NYC, and be sure to like, share and subscribe to SpillWords. The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is…
Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku
Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created…
Ukrainian Valor – My new ameri-Ku
Rivers of blood leach unfamiliar lands, prayers soaringbrother fights for brother and homeland, tears shedding, hearts breaking as we gaze upon the deaddictatorship tearing innocence, killing thousands, Americans display a flag, a sign of loss, love, and freedomUkrainians, we pray you will overcome and be liberatedRussia will lose, and Ukraine’s valor will be celebrated
Ameri-Ku: “After All These Years”
An Ameri-Ku by Joni Oh my mesmerizing love, you awaken my deep desirewith your hot hand on my bare shoulder, intoxicating smells tantalizing taste buds, our fine winewhetting our appetite for one another, toasting our love, art hanging, and baskets of light,dancing notes by Auclair-Fortin playing, my heart now swaystwenty-five years passing like a few…