Oh Yah.. I keep on keepin on exploring it all.. today is a good day for spring,,, DENIAL KINDA LOOKS LIKE THIS… /
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!
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..
you are beautiful
. sunday / o3.o8.2oo9 . .
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*!
makes you dream of toffee and brown sugar with a glass of red zinfandel
milan is her name / and when you close your eyes tonight / i know she’ll come to dance with you… her favorite pantone color is no. 4525 . o3.26.2oo9 .
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
The time is not important, / Nor when / Nor if this is another lifetime away,
Reverie of this evening
If you are a coloured pencil artist I haven’t discoverd yet, please make yourself known to me and I will try to include you here.
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In my eyes / sharp edges / are smoothed out / Straight lines / are softened / Precision is out of focus- / the world is blurry Colors blend…
I’m nearsighted, meaning I can’t see things that are far away, only up close. So I am enslaved to wearing contacts and glasses. I’m so tired of it though. It’s so annoying to wake up in the mornings and not be able to see the time, or my reflection in the mirror, or having to see a blurry mess when I look out the window. Wish I could just wake up one morning and have 20/20 vision. That’s the one thing I wish to change about myself- my eyesight.
the color of my dream i woke up to this morning…
ooo… it’s june already… just because on / o6.o1.2oo9 .
peace drizzles down in golden raindrops kissing my bruised soul gently
After being overwhelmed by emotions for a few weeks, I finally feel I can breathe again….if only for a while. / Certain images came to my mind as I tried to describe inner peace and calm, so it’s kind of fragmented. But it definitely helped to write this.
And he flew into a pallet of his own doing / Much like the heated lights glaring / Singeing the well being of this winged creature / For sa…
Marion’s exquisite work came at a time.. / Well it is like clockwork sometimes.. to breath .. to find a way to breath when / others think they know how you breath and they do not. MOTH IN WATERCOLOR / MUSIC .. APPEARED..This song is a song I have sang with all my heart since I first heard it. When i sang jazz.. I made this mine. / I got standing ovations on this one only because I felt it to my CORE. / . / The Need To Be
Masking the masterful ancestral faces of old / Rituals of ceremony, as cultural stories are told / Antiquated finds of Neolithic stone face…
So many masks throughout time, so many definitions sublime… / A poetic rendering for a magical display of RB talents to be featured in the ezine, Earthmonster Illustrated October edition, hope you come and check it out! / Mask of Zorro
Already inside her / Is the boat / And the rocking
This is the story that I won’t hesitate to tell / even if with a heavy heart I have to / and if this is a way to get to an abuser’s heart, ...
/ This poem was inspired by a true story which a reflection was done in Spanish by Mariano Osorio. I heard it about 16 years ago and the story is still fresh in my mind. If this will help just one child, it was well the effort. Billy is a ficticious name I gave him. Oh, and this poem had me up until about 2:a.m or 3:a.m in the morning writing it, but I finally got it out.
what is in a name / if not the essence of all – / being keepers of our art? the whispers of green, / how it embraces the leaf, ...
A choka (Japanese poetry form, like a haiku which can be 5/7/7 or 5/7/5 written as a sequence)I wrote these as 5/7/7. / This is about one’s name, and how it holds the essence of the soul of the being itself.
...Hanging like hope in the air, / The sweet taste of love on blue days. / Kiss me, please, I whisper, and you do…
Romance 100%!
Sometime between the mid of night and morning… The washed out garden seems to groan / her fraying blanket, cold; / strands of gray inhab…
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