I wanted to look at a part / Of its claws / That scratch at the surface and / Bind up my jaws
CONTEMPLATING CHRIST
HE HAD STEEL BLUE EYES AND BLACK BLACK HAIR AND I WAS IMMEDIATELY IN LOVE.
Dried gullies of lies / That crack at each smile
I have been bad.. full of vibes.. up.. late.. watched Revolutionary Road..about Settling for a life.. quite emotional. Leonardo Di Caprio and Kate Winslett.. / Not a happy ending when we don’t live our lifes as we truly desire…
Oh Yah.. I keep on keepin on exploring it all.. today is a good day for spring,,, DENIAL KINDA LOOKS LIKE THIS… /
There you and I are, / Swinging our way / To the stars I would bet.
I am so full of mystery and joy today / I hope you are smiling with me.. / This life is sometimes so / Out of Control!! I AM HONORED THAT I HAVE WONDERFUL CO-CREATORS HERE ON THE BUBBLE.. / THIS MAN RULES….HE CREATED THIS AMAZING ART TO GO WITH THIS POEM / EARTHMONSTER / I AM FEELING SO GOOD…. AND THE GORGEOUS PHOTO OF THE KISSING COUPLE IN THE BACKGROUND OF HIS WORK GOES TO / Leannasreflections, Leanna Weber “Kissing Couple / THANKS TO BOTH OF YOU.. TO BE INSPIRED TO OR INSPIRE OTHERS IS SUCH A DEEP HONOR AND JOY!!!
THE REST WILL FIND IT’S OWN STORY / LINE / THE REST WE DEVELOP LIKE AGING FINE / WINE.
I am amazed .. that i learn so much from others eyes.. who see me and can spoon feed me with such love and adoration, yet when the time comes to call a spade a spade.. compassionate inquiries are made and one is profoundly exposed as a human with frailties and warts and scabs and yet..still lovable!
It is when you set all the vibrating ideas / Aside, / That spins you like a topsy tervy / Whirling dervish
A collaboration of two Souls..
Inspired by the work of Paul Vanzella / with same named piece. / HEARTFELT BY PAUL VANZELLA / Thank you so much!!
Our lapping tongues circling the embers / Of veins and skin and breath,
*this poem was completely inspired by Billyboys Image below called / Insignificance / Thank you Billy.
So many to choose from / the light was Deafening
This mans work is so inspiring for me. / Every time I visit I just can’t help myslef.. / His name is Krzysztof Wladyka / and the piece out of his series called..*, and each piece is called *- / remarkable sense of humor and realism..
It is what it is. / And for now, / That’s enough
Inspired by an artist on this site that is always in my heart. / for you.
Sumptuous and delightful / The way I always pictured my toes
Amazing story… Exceptional Artist, DevineDayDreams comments on this poem. I see her icon and say this icon looks like this poem and she says.. wow I feel this too. The name of her art? silence must be heard ~Now that is uncanny~ Synchronicity as she has NEVER BEFORE COMMENTED ON ONE OF MY POEMS… till today.. My line in the poem is.. / Silence likes to be heard Her title to her art is / Silence Must Be Heard OMG!! Her piece below brings me such joy and my experience with her today gives me more A belief that the Universe directs the every little detail.. and I no longer have to look for anything.. the law of attraction brings every thing to me, to each other…THAT WHICH IS LIKEN TO ITSELF IS DRAWN SILENCE MUST BE HEARD BY.. DevineDayDreams / / My heart beats with a joy that grows everyday. My attention to love seems to flourish with believing Love is my birthright. I am not separate from the focus of my attention when it focuses on kindness and joy and the sensual pleasures of relationship. / For YOU.
and then she took his private tear, / and allowed the world to drink from it’s source
sometimes poets take more than they should / maybe… / THIS WRITING INSPIRED DANILO LEJARDI TO CREATE AN AMAZING PIECE CALLED / A PRIVATE TEAR / THANK YOU SO MUCH DANILO*!
Inspired by Terilee’s friendship and love and her amazing pattern work. / After I made this poem I thought of her work and I went to this one in particular that still stays in my heart and her poem is perfect with this piece too. / OUT OF ME / Artist: TeriLee Out Of Me These patterns / The daily routine / The life I lead / Sometimes / They get stuck / On their way / Out of me TERILEE 2009 Thanks so much Ms. TL! xox
I am so honored to have the writing of Shadow Dancer as a collaboration in lieu of this writing. Her work below was inspired by this piece, thank you so much!! The Redwood and the Rain Goddess / *By: Shadow Dancer / / You think you are a rock / cemented in your own happiness. / But why are you so steadfast? / Why are you so afraid / to move with the earth, / to change as life changes? / Your need to keep / what you believe in / often calls to me / when I am trying to / find my way home. / You are the Redwood Tree, / your roots anchor to the core / of your own being. / You are glorious / in your existence, / bigger than life. / Your fingers reach / to the sun itself. / But, my glorious Redwood, / don’t you know that / I am water, / given to you from / Mother Earth herself? / You feel I am transparent / as you look down on me, / judging through your leafy eyes / and pointing branches. / But look closer, / what you see is not me, / but a reflection of life. / Look even closer, / bend your grandiose trunk… / look into my clear waters. / That is you / that you are seeing. / You are so bold and tall, / so beautiful, / the majestic King of Trees. / but you forget, / that even you are needy. / Even you cannot survive / by yourself / alone. / Do you not see that I am / your life sustainer, / your refresher and cleanser? / You have forgotten, / Grand Protector of / all that you believe in, / that Gaia, our life giver, / painted my world / to be ever changing. / She spreads me across / the Earth, giving my gift, / providing my essence, / getting blown by the wind, / heated by the sun, / and frozen in the air. / I am a transformer, / a changeling. / I am the rain that drops / onto your dry bark, / the elixir that your / thirsting roots cry out for. / But when will you understand, / my Forest Sovereign, / that they are crying because / you drink me in / but then send me on my way? / Why can’t you see, / as you sit in your place, / the same place / you have always been, / that your roots are stuck / in the muddy remnants / of what has not been? / Just once, reach your fingers / to the sky and call / my white cotton chariots / to carry me to you and storm / down upon your grandness / a deluge that washes away / your hard, gritty persistence. / Let go of yourself, / let go of your perseverance, / let go of all that you have / been standing for, / This time let it be me / that is your constant, / and get washed away / in the cycle / that is this life. (Your roots are thirsting, / don’t you feel it?)
The time is not important, / Nor when / Nor if this is another lifetime away,
Reverie of this evening
It is early love, / and before we put the day away, / come here, / clasp my hands in yours and look at me, / lets look at each other / what is…
I would like to not forget to hold hands with my lover and look into his eyes and feel the presence of my heart beating with his.. and then sometimes in the day my mind wanders and there he is.. Ok.. my fav song/vid still..Destiny
While I am left to walk on my bare feet / And calloused toes / Bleeding sometimes
Growth is inevitable.. no matter how you think you will never change… TERILEE AND I WERE ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTH THIS MORNING.. So without requesting art from my buddy.. / She read my Mind!!!! / I love Her! / A Moment in The Continuum /
Sometimes I get lucky.. / INSPIRED BY THE WORKS OF… X – POSE The merge of two bodies and souls My goodness this took me by surprise.. I am caught up in this amazing work as my own life seems to look like this.. thank you Klaus and to your beautiful Soulful wife.. hugs
Beating all the while / Their style, / Tango / One-Step / Rumba / Then a Samba / A shimmy / And a Can Can / Will do
Robin Monroe / experiments with life. She is an amazing painter and combines her work in PS sometimes and produces such vibrant sensual pieces. She asked me to look at this work.. And They Danced to see if I could feel a poem to accompany its movement and explosive color. / Oh my did I!! Spilling out of me like I was the one she had painted! I love her work and I enjoy being a part of her life here at RB. / Thanks so much for Honoring me Robin!! / XOX
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I am not a poet.. dad was a poet.. my cousin is a poet.. my son is a poet.. / but every once in a while I go and write something.. and here is one I hope you enjoy , thinking out load.. / i must have two hundred different abstracts.. and thought I would share with you once in a while .. as I loaded this one up .. these were the words I wrote.. so .. hoping they make someone see something.. I dont know . lol. ,,and there is one friend whom tells me to take some abstracts and make a collection of them .. and make a collage. so that is my next project. .. always in pursuit of the next thing , I guess.
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