When, a cold blue like winter / Settles onto a body of pink work…
Ok, this would be considered a work from my America Diluted Bull Series, a collection of about 30 poems all dealing with the state of the US government and the war as I saw them in 2004. A bit much at times, but overall very solid… I really like most of them myself.
Lonely is the life without hope / Lonely is the soul on dope / Lonely is the one without a friend / Lonely is the person who wants lif…
From A Distance can be seen / Two young sisters with thoughts and dreams / Talking about new toys and dolls / While they walk together awh…
DONNA, Thank you!! / Please check out my friend Donna’s (hickerson) other awesome artwork and / writings on the RB /
I was doing approximately 100 paintings each winter, of every kind of subject matter, from Still life to Landscape, summer to winter..
Tales from an Artist’s Journal part 4
In an age of sexual equality….
An incident in the life of a Scottish Viking
Buyer from Canada Dec 08 / “the print…OMG!...it’s stunning..I almost absconded with it for myself!! I bought it for my son for Christmas….
Sitting up high I could see why people who walked past the room sneaked a second glance. / The small ward was packed with family and frien…
Somethings the children , no matter how old just don’t seem to understand.
From this: Coming Soon: Traveling Lantern has been educating and entertaining children nationwide for the past 20 years. Our mission…
What I was given to work with, as a copy editor, and the finished piece as done by me
From This: There’s a New Sheriff in Town / His name is Paul Babeu (pronounced bab-you) he has served a tour in Iraq as well as spent …
Dark and irretrievable bleakness of the soul punctuated cruelly by the slash of chrome light from the kitchen window. My shadow streaks o…
*This was written by my daughter Amber back in 2001 after her brother passed away. I have it on my website and just thought I would like …
Sorrow – / such a tawdry affair. Making love to darkened windows; / stroking glass with morose-greased / fingers stretching ...
This is a poem about sorrow; its indulgance, and the cleansing that comes afterwards, that is, if one is open to the rain on their parched skin.
If I could turn my every waking moment / into fully awake, / we would finally know the answers / to every unanswered Why. As Gods, we wou…
The waking of Love…what else?
She looks through clear glass - / tempted to stray, she is forced / into reflection, / beyond what the world observes, / to what the glass is…
I have posted this on the request of Philosophy Lee; he needed some backing up. lol he was talking about inspiration coming from INside…and this is saying somewhat the same thing, but this is on more broad a spectrum: ALL things come from inside. A universe within us, after all. As above, so below…Namaste. :)
By Marilyn Harris We couldn’t go past the beautiful All Saints Church at Bodalla. Quote…
wind blowing petals – / where blossom’s stalk meets new stem / new visions are born © Kristin Reynolds 2009
A 5×7 haiku I wrote about the sacred place where the stalk of life, meets the new stem – the place where anything and everything is possible – meets; burgening new growth. :)
smoking is bad for you
smoking is bad for you Part 7 yonder
Off means off
Off means off
I have this thing I do every now and again, I don’t know why I do it, it just happens, no excuses. / It can be embarrassing but most times…
Hello, an explanation. / Every now and again I sit at my computer and these fall out like a stream of conscience. / This is not a cry for help or a soul cleansing session. / It may have been kicked off by what happened to a friend recently, I don’t know. / What it is in a nutshell is the third telling of basically the same story from a different angle. / It needs to go somewhere, actually I need to put it up somewhere, so here is as good a place as any. / I just had a full on weekend and I realized it was spent exclusively with my children and that never happened with my parents. / Different times, different set of circumstances, values, problems, whatever. / Those days are gone and these are the new salad days. / Remember, all we see of the stars at night are their old photographs.
I have been granted safe passage / from the hands of fate – / a gift, immeasurable. / a fullness received with reverence / and the knowledge…
Just feeling the love today. One love, one heart, and being with The One and how that new, created Being can stay or reinvent time itself. Ya gatta love that love, boy. ;) Written for the only one…I love you. xoxoxoxo
7. Chekhov Screws Marilyn Munroe.
Humour.
Aug 1st 2009 was like most days that summer, Wet! I had travelled to work that morning as I always did had half asleep and praying for a…
a constant movement of souls intermingling but never acknowledging each others existence.
part 2 of our London expedition
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