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RB tutourials - How to write Poetry on Red Bubble
by DannyHow to write poetry on Red Bubble / Great tips for new players
How to write poetry on Red Bubble / Great tips for new players
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DANGEROUS featured in The Divine Feminine 18-4-09! / My poem DANGEROUS featured in All Out Emotion on 1-3-09! Dangerous is an acrylic painting. Dangerous It is that feeling in her eyes / As she moves towards revolution / Her poise, her presence / She holds herself defiant and courageous / A warrior of the heart. / / Her heart exposed / Vulnerable like a delicate reed / Glistening and subtle, a pearl / But so easily turned raw. / / She bends but not breaks / Missing the arrows of war / and marches forward towards / the rupture of change. / / Through the wind and hail / A tornado of emotion / Her heart in flames / Her dance ignited by passion. / / Her thinking heart / She has been told / Thinks too much / But she is aware, her eyes see / and her heart knows. / / Instinct and passion / Softness and Strength / Intuition and Wisdom / a powerful marriage. / / It takes a strong man to love her / One who can see her soul / for as strong as she is / She is just as soft / And she knows and he knows / In this she is dangerous. Written by Anthea Slade 11-9-08 / / / / /
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Surgery of a Soul.
by Paul Louis VillaniSurgery of a soul In need of repair. / Tiny little instruments used with such care. / A spirit mechanic with a look of despair.
Words that come to you when looking into the mirror / . / . Vehicular works / Architecture / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Beautiful Humans / Wearable Art / Cards For All Occasions / . / / . / You can also listen to PLV’s music / . / Please take a look at the wonderful work of / LittleHelen / /
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Immerse and Surrender
by Paul Louis VillaniMy eyes without you are forlorn, / I bequeath you with all that I am.
Written for the love of my life, Anna. / We very recently got engaged and are in the process of planning our wedding. / Yes, we are at that stage where we tell each other “I love you” eight thousand times a day (four million bubblers gag in horror! LOL!!) / This little poem is her surprise for the day! :D / .. / More of PLV’s Vehicular works / Other PLV Architecture / PLV’s Abstract Creations / My Beautiful Humans / PLV’s Wearable Art / Cards For All Occasions / / You can also listen to PLV’s music Please check out the fabulous written work by the extremely talented Danny
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When the day is gone / And I close my eyes / I begin my dreams / And fly to the skies… (Photoshop created mixture of 2 photos, using blending options) More photos: /
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Autumn In The City – Digital Montage. Where does the year go ? I still felt that it was Autumn, took the photo, wrote the poem and then realized that Autumn finished a month ago ! The Regional Post Office building at Newcastle East. Autumn In The City The leaves turn to gold / slowly falling / earthbound / and perish on the pavement The wind whispers while / the sunlight ebbs / and smears in rusty hues Clouds fill and gather all around / Thunder bellows “Winter is returning to the land!”
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Note from the writer / When reading this please read it slowly, breathing at each line. Slowly. / Read with intesity, and excitment, longing. / (will make more sense) This is something that I wrote last night and has touched my heart and everyone who has read it thus far. Please feel free to comment on this as it is one of my first writings. Must see in larger view! To make it easier here’s the writing. “In the stillness” / By Tamela R. Wall In the stillness, I wait / How long till I hear your voice? / In the silence I wait. / Eager for the voice of the Lord. / You are always with us. / Through the noise of our daily lives. / To the quietness of our sleep. / You are always there. / So I wait, / Sometimes it is hard to be patient and wait. / The devil is always trying to tempt us and keep us from hearing. / To wait. To pray. To listen. / Silence. / What is it that you are trying to tell me? / Maybe I’m listening to hard. / Or maybe I’m not listening at all. / Focus. / In the stillness, I wait. / Then when I think that you have nothing for me, / You speak. / In a still small voice. / You speak. / Though as I listen closer. / Your voice isn’t so distant any more. / It’s growing stronger like the thunder, like a mighty rushing wind. / It’s closer now. / Like you are right beside me. / I am listening Lord. / Your message is simple yet powerful. / You says nothing. / I breathe,I wait, then it hits me. / Sometimes the thing you need us to do is wait. / To show us the things we are missing. / Be patient, be content and wait. / Prayerfully, silently, waiting. / Until you speak. / In your time, in your way & your will. / You begin to show me things through others, / through their words, / their actions, / and their attitudes. / You teach me. / You teach me to listen and to be ready. / For one day very soon, we will have no warning. / We must be ready. / We must be waiting. / But while we wait we are to share. / Share the news of your salvation. / I rejoice O’Lord. / My soul cannot stay still. / I must shout it to the world. / I must share. / I must wait. / I must be ready. / I must pray. / I must let the world know that there is still hope. / You are the way. / You are the truth. / And you are the life. / You never promised that the road would be easy. / You just promised that I would never have to go alone. / So hear I am Lord use me. / In the stillness, I wait. / For the glorious return through the eastern gate. / I wait. / For that homecoming day, / I wait. / For on that day you will call my name. / I will shout from the mountains that I have waited and I am here. / So in the stillness, I wait.
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Best Viewed Large All Rights Reserved / @ Julia Wright
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What the hell is going on people dying every minute! / I sit an try to understand what the hell is wrong! / When grown men continue fighting for too many years! / An no one seems to want to say enough of this madness! / So I sit and look an shake my head and ask my friends what do they think? / An we all seem to come up with the same answer… that this shit is sick! / I look at all the tiny ones that live where I do. / An then I really want to cry when I think of all the little one that have died, an will never know the world an learn to play baseball. / Or sit out in the front yard with a friend and eat ice cream as their little sister learns to ride a bike. / This really pisses me off that some men don’t care enough to say ok this is enough! / So this is my poem. “Shake Someone” / I really want to run an say what the hells is wrong! / When people kill one another in the name of god. / When bombs are dropped on one another for so many years. / I want to shake someone and say what the hell is wrong? / Who is the person in control thats making these decisions. / I’d like to shake you until your head fell off and someone smarter took over! / Who is the one that said we need to fight and kill one another? / For what their silly ego. / Why can’t they simply say ok this is enough of this ! / I’d like to find you an shake you until your head fell off an someone smarter took over! / Its time to make peace and stop all this killing! / Can I shake that into your stupid head? / This hate has gone on for so long its part of their creation. / Hate and more hate seems the way this can’t be all there is. / When will they say look at me I am fighting like my father. / An his dad did the same thing too. / And his dad did it too! / Look at us the human race full of hate an greed. / An in the end who suffers more than our little ones! / We teach them all our virtue’s that some mens lives don’t mean a thing. / An soon they learn to do the same and drop a couple bombs. / Is that the answer ask a child… / Even they know that its wrong. As of today 555 dead and 2,750 wounded!
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A collaboration between adgray (words) and Anne van Alkemade (image)
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Just a little something I saw and wanted to share… The thing I love about this (perhaps which you will not be able to see unless you have a large screen) is the poem someone has scribbled in pencil beneath the original… To the fountain by the spring, / To the sheets to which I cling. / I am summer, I am spring, I am only / What you bring Prague, Czech Republic. December, 2008
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Inspired by artist Linaji´s ” Cardamom and Coffee” poem. / Thank you so much, Lina; your art is so encouraging and inspiring. “Cardamom and Coffee” I will know him by his breath / cardamom and coffee / a wisp of drizzled raspberry around his lips / same color His eyes deep pools of mud / that lotus seek to penetrate / Power that / rich soil / creation here for my longing His laughter / the sound of my mother’s heart / beating in my mothers womb / on that ride of conception His skin / translucent / amber / exposing my joy / entertaining my will / I applaud! It is beauty that I’ve found here / nestled / wrestled / like a piece of sand / coated with the molecules of / infinity / pearl orbed and adorned I am transformed once again And by the divine patterns he creates’ / for our pleasure / we dance the Terra Cotta two-step / and sing subterranean songs No whisper is needed nor promises made, Because I will know him by his breath Cardamom and Coffee / A wisp of drizzled raspberry around his lips / Same color Linaji 2008
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cake
by Juilee PryorA day or so ago I made a tee shirt based on a short story for a challenge in the flash fiction group and it is called define weird well this attempt at illustrating a bit of writing has inspired another writer to ask me to do one for them…. and here it is….....batter for the soul is the name of the very very short story by PJ Ryan that this tee shirt illustrates. a short and yummy meditation on the lure of cake. mmmmm yummy cake.
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/ This work was inspired by the wonderful poem UMBRELLA of the very talented artist ANAISNAIS / Thank you Anna-Marie for let to share this beautiful poem here. ’’ UMBRELLA / / by Anaisnais There she stands / Centre stage for all to see / Tall and slender / Precariously she balances. I reach out for her / Draw her to me / My hand skims her body / Slowly reaches her skirt. Playful fingers find hidden areas / Delighted her legs spring forth / Displaying the very beauty / Of her delicately placed, adorned skirt. Gaily she dances around / Dizzily twisting and turning / In the brightness of day shading / She gently tends to my needs. Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping / Merrily bobbing up and down / As emotional to her performance / Clouds cry a thousand tears for her. Reaching our destination / Slightly shaken, she leans / Watches me, / Quietly drips, against the wall. Reminiscent of the day’s fulfillment / We acknowledge one another, silently / Restful knowing we shall be / One, once more. ’’ I truly appreciate all your kind comments and support. / All Origional art work can be purchased through the artist. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- Copyright notice: / All rights reserved. All images contained on these pages are © copyright protected by Mariska and any use of these images in any form without written permission will be considered an infringement of these copyrights.
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For My Love / 8” x 12” Acrylic / . / Music by : Claude Barzotti. / . . / Featured in The New Beat Generation / . / . / .
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today i wrote you a poem...
by Elucidatetoday i wrote you / a poem / and in it i whispered / a solitary secret / meant for you alone
today i wrote you poem… / Written 21 June 2009.
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Polaroid transfer scanned plus type. / A Very Big Thank You to my friend PJ Ryan for allowing me to use one of her poems to go with this Polaroid transfer. My Wonders You look up at me with a toothpaste grin / and I’m wondering / how I ever created something / as perfect as you / with big brown bear eyes / that twinkle / like lights in a winter window. Would it matter if I wanted to hold you for an hour / and not let go / would that be too much? / You run past me / dancing and swirly curls / and i wonder / why I ever deserved / to have someone as gorgeous as you / in my world I wonder / if I ever met you / my heart would still never forget you / because you’re a yearning in my soul. So I hold your hands / and chase you / around the clothesline / along the pavement / across the memories we’ve made / whilst my heart opens up a little bit more / and holds you in it’s smile. Copyright PJ Ryan 2009
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It is my deepest feeling that redbubble and all the beautiful and talented heARTists that I have shared over a year with, has changed my life, perspectives and thoughts about cyberspace. / Just wanted you all to know You are (were) Loved Photograph of bubbles blown by my husband and I, edited in photoshop7 with color saturation, redfield fractilius plug-in and text ( a poem I wrote last month). A better tomorrow is in each of our hands / within our grasps, if we choose to understand Everything changes and will come to an end / inevitable in our life’s relation with family and friends Some things will and some won’t go according to plan / intentions don’t matter and no exceptions for fellowman Life, as we perceive it, will not always seem fair / especially when ego uses drama’s fear to scare Pain of some consequence is part of life too / body and mind distressed with the aching loss of virtue People are not loving and loyal all the time / is a truth to be embraced, as we continue to climb To the heights of our spirit, we’ll echo passing on this light / of peaceful love in our hearts and hands to share this insight. 6/15/2009 tkrosevear Thanks for being here and creating an ECHO in my heart and life ♥
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It was just a few days ago that I read this Baggage writing by fellow artist butchart. / Coming from the movies arena, I found a lot of amazing images in this poem that immediately jumped to my eyes_ and to my mind. / I don´t think it´s possible to recreate all the universe(s) reflected in this writing in just a single image. / So it´s just a vision, a single vision of one of the most visceral and unmasked poems I´ve read in the past days. / Thanks, butchart, for allowing me this intrusion into your worlds. Baggage / Author: butchart it was never just / you and me / adrift / all those ghosts / lashed to the bedposts / drowning in empathy / the chrysalis was shattered / before it could take wing / all those pretty pieces / scattered / in the haze / flesh in the silk of a spider / strung in sepia coloured days / living on tea and nightmares / toxicity was king / dancing the grand illusion / of what tomorrow would bring / camelot has ended / in the middle of it’s song / nothing was right / nobody was wrong / we are what we carry / once embraced hard to lose / bridges burned / lessons learned / take care in what you choose
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One
by Amanda Anne ReillyI will not be written about in textbooks or studied in classes / Nothing large and ostentatious will be dedicated in my name / I will not m…
This poem is the creation and property of Amanda Anne Reilly and her subsidiaries. If you enjoy this poem, leave a review. Do not steal it. Use your own talent and voice to write something. It will mean more, trust me. Edit: I got featured! gasp
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one of my latest paintings inspired by a poem by ricardo blancas: / Your Favorite Color I am a pacifist / who has never ran away / from a fight. / Over the years I’ve given / and received different colored / black eyes. the color of love. / the color of hate. / the color of rage. / the color of faith. I lay awake at night, / consumed by thought; / my mind is in constant search / of answers to questions / yet to be asked. As I look out the window, / I tend to find you’re face, / in constellations / that have no place in time or space. Condemned to live life / in a series of fairytale / like day dreams, / for ever I’ll be a perpetual slave / to the rules of man. / Drowning my sorrows / in a series of silent screams / that only those who’ve / suffered as I’ve suffered / can hear. Frustration and happiness / go hand and hand. / As there is nothing more / frustrating than chasing happiness / in the middle of the night. Nothing sadder than / waking up each morning / to find that I once again / fell short of a dream. / Hopes tends to fade away like / cigarette smoke in the wind. / / the original painting is 16×20 inches acrylic and oil on masonite and is available as the original from contact with artist… / for all occasions, fineart products can be found here at redbubble and also at my zazzle fineart gallery below, if you like please visit
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Because I Can
by H M BascomOn my way to the mountain / I will trample your hate under foot / On my way to justice / I will decry your violent words and deeds / On my wa…
On my way to the mountain / I will trample your hate under foot / On my way to justice / I will decry your violent words and deeds / On my way to equality / I will overcome your bigotry / On my way to freedom / I will throw off your chains / On my way to the liberty / I will endure the gauntlet / Because I can I will reach that mountain / Not with your help / I will stay the course / Not missing a step / By my own strength of will / Despite stumbling blocks / Thrown onto the road to freedom / By those who fear a free and equal people / I will march ever forward / I will ascend to the summit / Because I can When I stand on that pinnacle / And look down below / I will not turn a blind eye / To your pitiful struggle / To reach the great heights / On this mountain called Libertas / I will lift you up / To stand strong with me / I will raise my voice with yours / My enemy and my friend / Because I can © 2009 H M Bascom / All RIghts Reserved
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please listen to the music (below) Having the future in mind, / I will seek what is mine. / Goals I have set for myself / I keep hope that there is time. Many have today put first, / Tomorrow just shoved behind. / I live for what is now / Yet try for betterment to find. As days pass before me / My eyes watch for a change. / Some place for me to enter, / For my life to rearrange. I have set before me / An entire life to live. / If what I want recedes / I will still have more to give. I’ll keep on my way, / Keep seeking what is there. / Let life happen accordingly / And know that I have shared a rhonda original© FEATURED: / Dec 15 MIA / / Dec 15 A Spiritual Walk Dec 10 100% / / Santana – The Calling Created in Apophysis & composited in Photoshop with layers & blending modes. / Used various PS brushes from Obsidian Dawn / - thank you, you are awesome. . .
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