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Pronounced "Poems" but in the whacky digital age we make up new words because someone already registered the real word.

These poems are collected and shared because they are special words, often very profound, often sensual, and always very beautiful and meaningful.

Here are words from the greatest poets who ever lived, some of them very famous, but there are also treasures from lesser known poets who perhaps deserve to be better known. I humbly offer some of my poems in amongst this illustrious company. Please forgive me for that, and I hope you enjoy this rich selection.

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Gatherr
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The main web site about the work of artist Tony Johansen. Extensive galleries of artwork as well as selected writings and poetry.

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Online diary of Tony Johansen. The trivia, traumas and triumphs of an artist struggling to survive in a new world.

PaintMaking.com
The webs premier site on pigments and making artist's paints in the studio.

Go Figure
An online extension of a painting by Tony Johansen.

Voice In My Head
The background and story of the painting of the portrait of Leo Sayer by Tony Johansen

Crypts And Cats
Interesting places (and cats) within walking distance of Kings Cross.

Hens Night Ideas
Arty Party's are the fun way to celebrate a Hens Night.

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Femaylz
Artistic erotic images of the female form collected, edited, and created by Tony Johansen. WARNING: This site contains explicit imagery of nude or semi clad women. Do not enter if you are under 18 years of age or are offended by sexually graphic images.

Maylz
Artistic erotic images of the male form collected, edited, and created by Tony Johansen. WARNING: This site contains explicit imagery of nude or semi clad men and includes images of penises. Do not enter if you are under 18 years of age or are offended by sexually graphic images.

Intercorz
Artistic erotic images of the male and female form engaged in sexual activity. The images are intended to explore the beauty of the human form in all activities. The images are collected, edited, and created by Tony Johansen. WARNING: This site contains explicit imagery of nude or semi clad men and women engaged in sexual activity. Do not enter if you are under 18 years of age or are offended by sexually graphic images.

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Great Sylvia Plath Poem Collected And Shared By Tony Johansen

LAST WORDS


I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already—the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit!
My mirror is clouding over —-
A few more breaths, and it will reflect nothing at all.
The flowers and the faces whiten to a sheet.

I do not trust the spirit. It escapes like steam
In dreams, through mouth-hole or eye-hole. I can’t stop it.
One day it won’t come back. Things aren’t like that.
They stay, their little particular lusters
Warmed by much handling. They almost purr.
When the soles of my feet grow cold,
The blue eye of my turquoise will comfort me.
Let me have my copper cooking pots, let my rouge pots
Bloom about me like night flowers, with a good smell.
They will roll me up in bandages, they will store my heart
Under my feet in a neat parcel.
I shall hardly know myself. It will be dark,
And the shine of these small things sweeter than the face of Ishtar.

- Sylvia PlathÂ