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• WHOOOPPP
  by Dawnsky2

  wow,,this is my very first featured piece of writing!!! :))))) I would like to thank the Hosts of Chocolate Anonymous...

  wow,,this is my very first featured piece of writing!!! :))))) I would like to thank the Hosts of Chocolate Anonymous for featuring Chocolate thank you so much Laura :))))

• Featured!!!!!! Yahoo!!!!!!!!
  by saleire

  Thank you to the Angel Wings and Poems group for featuring An Angel’s Blessing. ...

  Thank you to the Angel Wings and Poems group for featuring An Angel’s Blessing. So very kind of you two sweet hearts xxxxxxx Love Sal xxxxxxxx

• WOW!!! 3 Features
  by Angi Baker

  WOW! What an honor, Thank you so much to the “Digital Art Compilations” Group, / “The Patchwork” Group and the *“Angel Wings and Poems…

  WOW! What an honor, Thank you so much to the “Digital Art Compilations” Group, / “The Patchwork” Group and the “Angel Wings and Poems” Group for featuring my work… I am so honored. And thanks to everyone who left such wonderful kind messages on my works and making this possible for me… Digital Art Compilations Group / “Im Going Home / The Patchwork Group / Your Love Is Lifting Me Higher T-Shirt / Angel Wings And Poems Group / Christmas and Angels / Again, thank you all… ~Angi

• ANOTHER FEATURED ARTWORK BY THE ANGEL WINGS AND POEMS GROUP !!!!
  by Madeline M. Allen

  A Big THANK YOU to Sally Omar of the groupANGEL WINGS AND POEMS for featuring m…

  A Big THANK YOU to Sally Omar of the groupANGEL WINGS AND POEMS for featuring my artwork NOEL ANGEL / What a wonderful way to start my day !!!! Hugs to you !!! xxx NOEL ANGEL /

• Writers selling stuff?
  by Xavier Russo

  As a little experiment, I uploaded an image versio…

  As a little experiment, I uploaded an image version of my Ode to Nothing poem and bought it on white and black greeting cards. Worked quite well. This might be a way for writers on RedBubble to participate in selling Simply create a greeting card related to your writing: maybe an image, quote, or (if short enough) the whole written work. Then readers who like your writing can buy the card – you get paid and they get a little momento. As another example, kseriphyn has a logo for her story The Callings . If this was available as a greeting card, readers could show their appreciation for the story by buying one. All you need is some way of creating an image file. This is possible even if you don’t have a fancy graphics program (for the poem above, I just used Powerpoint and saved the file as a jpeg) It’s not a perfect solution but it can be done right now. What do you think? I’d love to hear from both writers and readers

• Flow to Grow
  by Nicole Whitty

  Compliments flow Where talents grow

  Compliments flow Where talents grow

• *Writing Challenge* - Journey
  by Xavier Russo

  OK, so let’s kick off a writing challenge, just for fun. Poems, short stories or non-fiction of less than 500 words on the theme “*journe…

  OK, so let’s kick off a writing challenge, just for fun. Poems, short stories or non-fiction of less than 500 words on the theme “journey”. Add your contribution to this forum topic and as a journal entry. That way people can read them all from the one forum, as well as having the writing show up on your profile.

• strut
  by bellmusker

  Wenches, three of them, wide and wicked / Strutting along Bleecker like it was a red carpet / Thick thighs in zebra stripes, caramel skin …

  Wenches, three of them, wide and wicked / Strutting along Bleecker like it was a red carpet / Thick thighs in zebra stripes, caramel skin glowing / Five paces behind, I fell in love / and followed. I think I tiptoed / I know they swaggered Spat words so raw and raucous / Stretched by the Brooklyn accent, warmed by the love between them / Even as they tore into each other with language that held me bound You callin’ me white? / Hand on hip, head cocked / Girlfriend, look at your man / Her eyes narrow, my eyes widen / He’s the whitest motherfucka I ever met / .....that boy’s a pussy Laughter so dirty I stumbled, blushed / Never felt so unripe. The solace of the fire escape / Hands black with grime and ears ringing with sirens / Watching over CBGBs with longing The Bowery invited and I finally accepted / I tried to strut my “don’t mess with me” gait I couldn’t pull it off They messed with me Street preachers spewing forth fire and brimstone / On the corner of Joey Ramone Place / Hostility for lone little white girls with pagan tattoos / Trying to strut A finger pointed rudely towards me / Yo baby! / My chin stuck bravely towards him / Yeah, what? More brass than I felt, more bile than I wanted / Taste of metal in my mouth as his finger inched closer / Resting on my snake, bold and curved / Looped around my neck, nestled on my collarbone / Keeping me safe A flash of gold teeth, a grin, a grunt / Nice bling / And off, shuffling back to the steps / And me, scurrying back to the fire escape / To watch from a distance. Few days later, few streets over / Lower East Side longing / For a man so clichéd I groaned / Even as I craved. Arms laden with pipes, muscles pulling tight / Sweat sliding down the curve of his calf / Into his workboots / Straight out of the Village People / Hardhat included I could’ve watched for hours Sorry honey! / You should just holler – get the hell outta my way! Stepping past with a sway / Hips rolling, heels clicking / Words thrown over my shoulder I can’t…..I’m too Australian Laughter thrown back, loud and lascivious / Trailing me along the streets of New York / / No sugar…..you’re too much! Felt myself ripen

• Writers on RedBubble
  by Xavier Russo

  We’re thinking about how to make RedBubble a better place for writers The Unleashed short story competition attracted a lot of tale…

  We’re thinking about how to make RedBubble a better place for writers The Unleashed short story competition attracted a lot of talented writers, but to be honest we haven’t done enough since then to support them on RedBubble. That will change. Initiatives in the pipeline for writers include: / 1. A new competition for short stories and poetry / 2. Redesign site – ‘gallery’ probably splits into ‘art’, ‘writing’, ‘t-shirts’. / 3. Distinguish between ‘written works’ and journal entries/blogs / 4. Reaching out to writers already on RedBubble for their input It will take some time to get all these done, but we’re keen to launch the competition and get lots of input on improvements ASAP. If you feel strongly about making RedBubble a better place for writers, now’s a great time to speak up! Let us know what you’d like to see – be it new features, website changes, community activities, etc. Also check out this forum topic seeking input from writers.

• There's a Fishy Feature...on the Homepage
  by Carrie Glenn

  September 2008 ...That Fish Is Back Again!!!!!...

  September 2008 ...That Fish Is Back Again!!!!! :D / Everyone’s artwork looks fantastic and thank you so much for the honor!!! ....and the fish thanks you too… ;) Mixed Media, 20” x 20” A Fish Out Of Water There’s more ocean in fish than fish in the ocean… Nature is wise, but Mankind… just bumbling fools. Learn from the living, watch water in motion, Don’t waste your time staring at small stagnant pools. Fish are content to live their life in water, Water is after all their life’s element. There’s no need for them to be an “achiever,” Living, staying alive… that’s accomplishment. But there was one fish wanting something “better”, He wanted “achievement,” he wanted a “first.” He leapt out of water, fins in quick flutter, Taking fast to the sky… but soon died of thirst… / Poem by Peter. J. Oszmann © 2003 / (Check out his other written works they are a delight!) You can contact Carrie at: carrie@carrieglennstudios.com and please visit Carrie Glenn Studios /

• She Ate Stars For Breakfast
  by Imogene Munday

  She was beautiful. / An elegant and sophisticated creature of poise and corruption. / Starry chandelier skies were her backdrop and at curt…

  She was beautiful. / An elegant and sophisticated creature of poise and corruption. / Starry chandelier skies were her backdrop and at curtain call / Nobody knew what went on in her world. / Especially not me. I really can’t be blamed for wanting her and oh I / Wanted. Her. SO. Badly. / You’re asking me why then? Why did I do it? / You, sitting in your pristine office with white washed walls. / You, who have probably never experienced an emotion stronger / Than mild annoyance. / How could you ever possibly understand me? Now you’re staring at me like I’m mad. / I’m not. / These feelings are simply beyond your knowledge, / Even with all your fancy degrees strung up like a hunter’s prized kills, / You will never understand THIS case. / Maybe you’ll feel something more than mild annoyance then, / Maybe you’ll even get FRUSTRATED. You know, she wasn’t scared of me. Not really. I know that / deep down, she had always wanted something… which was simply MORE. / More than her old life consisting of nothing more meaningful than glamour, / More than simply teasing to please countless nameless, faceless people. / I did her a favour. / I gave her the something she was looking for. / I gave her more. She ate stars for breakfast when she was with me. Maybe I was dreaming, but one night she even whispered / I love you into my sleeping ear. / No – I was definitely awake. / And she undeniably loved me. Is ‘why’ the only word you can extract from your extensive vocabulary? / Surely you could pose the same question in a myriad of more interesting ways / Well, no matter. We will be together soon in a place where nobody can touch us. / Me and her. / An eternity at hand. And with that I bid you farewell doctor. —-—-—-—-—-—- yeah… i write occasionally :) this is a dramatic monologue XD do you get whats happening/happenned?

• Dad just got the gun 1975
  by robert murray

  this ever happen to you? / The spoon is in the fridge, the milk is in the draw / The coffee’s in the oven and the cup is on the floor / What…

  this ever happen to you? / The spoon is in the fridge, the milk is in the draw / The coffee’s in the oven and the cup is on the floor / What a way to spend a day, a madhouse where you are / The bed is in the garage, and the toilets in the car / With chickens in the kitchen, and the kids out in the pen / The baker’s selling bike pumps, and the tv’s lost again / The lino’s on the ceiling, the lights are on the floor / The couch out for a clothes line, and the carpet for the door / Granma’s out on night shift,the dog is feeding mum / The cats up playing bingo,and dad’s just got the gun

• If She Could Be What She Wanted
  by coppertrees

  If she could be what she wanted / She would be a star someday. / She would light the lights in the City / Till the sky turned grey. If sh…

  If she could be what she wanted / She would be a star someday. / She would light the lights in the City / Till the sky turned grey. If she could be what she wanted / She would travel round the World / Sail the seas in Sailing Ships / Chasing dreams in golden sails. If she could dream what she wanted / Her days would drift away / But she would return as a Mother / and Love each day away.

• My thoughts on my recent artwork...
  by PennyEdwardes

  I’m writing about the inspiration behind my latest artwork “Here is Where My Heart Lies”..... / My husband and I have a very close friend…

  I’m writing about the inspiration behind my latest artwork “Here is Where My Heart Lies”..... / My husband and I have a very close friend…..who has not only has been a wonderful friend to myself, but also to my husband for the past 27 or so years. / My children adore him, as do I. / He is the inspiration behind everything you see in this artwork. He read me a poem once that was so profound and beautiful….and that poem was “Desiderata”. / You will see it written on the scrolls around the edges of the artwork. I thought I would share it with you too…... “DESIDERATA” by Max Ehrmann Go placidly amid the noise and haste, / and remember what peace there may be in silence. / As far as possible without surrender / be on good terms with all persons. / Speak your truth quietly and clearly; / and listen to others, / even the dull and ignorant; / they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; / they are vexations to the spirit. / If you compare yourself with others, / you may become vain and bitter; / for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. / Enjoy your acheivements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; / it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. / Exercise caution in your business affairs; / for the world is full of trickery. / But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; / many persons strive for high ideals; / and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. / Especially, do not feign affection. / Neither be cynical about love; / for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment / it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, / gracefully surrendering the things of youth. / Nuture strengthof spirit to sheild you in sudden misfortune. / But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. / Many fears are born of fatigue and lonliness. / Beyond a wholesome discipline, / be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, / no less than the trees and stars; / you have the right to be here. / And whether or not it is clear to you, / no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, / whatever you conceive Him to be, / and whatever your labors and aspirations, / in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, / it is still a beautiful world. / Be cheerful. / Strive to be happy. /

• New Presence
  by Kristy Lee

  A tender moment / sparked by trust. / A knowing / that warms the soul. A vibrational oneness / caresses the heart. / Where time is none / in…

  A tender moment / sparked by trust. / A knowing / that warms the soul. A vibrational oneness / caresses the heart. / Where time is none / in omnipresent light. A gathering of knowledge, / graceful love….. Ever present.

• Paint on through..
  by Leith O'Malley

  _Here is the full text which I scratched into the background of the painting…

  Here is the full text which I scratched into the background of the painting featured here at Red Bubble titled “Talking to the Muses about Art”. / These are my own words and thoughts.. a tone poem if you will.. Paint on regardless. / Paint on through expression & meaning. Paint on through metaphor and symbolism. Paint on through elaboration & simplicity. Paint on through caffeine & turpentine. Paint on through the early hours. Paint on through imagination & mystery. Paint on through inspiration & interpretation. / Paint on through self doubt & apprehension. Paint on through solitude & crowded thought. Paint on through fashion & trend. Paint on through stumbling blocks & open doors. Paint on through dishonesty & distraction. Paint on through routine & boredom. Paint on through broken charcoal & broken spirit. / Just paint on. Paint on through broken rules & pushing boundries. Paint on through textured passage & scratched thought. Paint on through form versus content. Paint on through figuration & landscape. Paint on through reality & exageration. / Paint on through infatuation & interpretation . Paint on through motivation & passion. Paint on through responsibility & deadline. Paint on through key & contrast . / Paint on, Paint on, Paint on. Paint on through expectation & surprise. Paint on through 3AM & exhaustion . Paint on through exhilaration & dissapointment . Paint on through misunderstanding & enlightenment. Paint on through stereotype & label . Paint on through collage & memory. Paint on through spontaneity & laboured thought . / Paint on through ignorance & envy. Paint on through music & silence. Paint on through the sound of brushwork & the smell of linseed oil . Paint on through circus, canvas & colour . Paint on through age & beauty. Paint on through influence & originality. Paint on through Modigliani & Miles. / Paint on through blank canvas & empty palette. / Paint on through exhibition & inhibition. / Just paint on. -Leith O’Malley

• The "Driven Point" Poem
  by StacyLee

  Here is the poem that is at the top of Driven Point I’ve overcome hurricanes and monsoons ...

  Here is the poem that is at the top of Driven Point I’ve overcome hurricanes and monsoons / Seen the lilacs crumble under the stormy skies / Watched oceans swallow boats ashore / Screamed as the puddles buried my feet / But I’ve never been driven to the point / Where I didn’t think I’d see the sun again ~Stacy

• Look Within
  by Craig Shillington

  *Look Within / the green / sea of the soulful / cry in the blue / a deep introspection / a mirrored intersection / of illusionary hues / Love re…

  Look Within / the green / sea of the soulful / cry in the blue / a deep introspection / a mirrored intersection / of illusionary hues / Love reality or illusion / seek the clues / the unspoken voice / that questions with no reason / will they remain blue / or change with the seasons / ahhhh but that look of intent / blue pools heaven sent / dark with lament / ripe with the scent / of ambition and creation and solitude. A collaboration on my self portrait called Look Within Thanks to: Webgrrl Anne van Alkemade Karen Cougan Jienn Heibloem Zombie Sharon Palmieri

• Stillness Speaks to me and 'A Seed In Time'
  by linaji

  Thank you Stillness Speaks for featuring my written work A Seed In Time...

  Thank you Stillness Speaks for featuring my written work A Seed In Time / For me you honor my heART / Beth Lambert what a glorious job you are doing.. much Love, Linaji

• I am absolutely speechless ...
  by Jen Whyte

  my poem ’’Envy’’ has been featured in the ‘Bits and Pieces’ group. It is wonderful to have an image featured but to have writing featur…

  my poem ’’Envy’’ has been featured in the ‘Bits and Pieces’ group. It is wonderful to have an image featured but to have writing featured to me means so much … I really can’t say … I am choked! Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart to the Hosts of this wonderful group for thinking my words are worthy!

• Poem won first place - featured - Thank you Alexia and Jerame
  by amarica

  My Poem My Mother won first place in the writing competition in the ”...

  My Poem My Mother won first place in the writing competition in the Everyday Women’s group As a result of this I have been featured in the Women’s Solutions website. Women’s Solutions is an informational website created to help meet the needs and challenges of today’s women. Thank you Alexia and Jerame. Big hugzzzzzzzzzzzz xxxxx Ann

• IF
  by InfinityRain

  IF / Rain / September 08th 2005 If I were you and you were me / Would we be the same us that others see? If eagles were buzzards an…

  IF / Rain / September 08th 2005 If I were you and you were me / Would we be the same us that others see? If eagles were buzzards and buzzards were eagles / Would the eagle disgust, while the buzzard soared high? If You were the cover and I was the book / Would you know what was written on it’s pages? If the sun were rain and rain was the sun / Would we then jump in great big sun-puddles? And if I was your heart and you were my eyes / Would you cry every time it’s been broken? This may seem like jumbled up nonsense to you / But would it be that odd? Could it be so strange? / If you thought with your soul and drifted on dreams / And wisdom came in a cereal box?!?

• OMG!!!
  by Jen Whyte

  I have been featured again …. twice in one day … oh how I love that ’’Bits and Pieces’’ group. ‘At the End of a Busy Day’ has been …

  I have been featured again …. twice in one day … oh how I love that ’’Bits and Pieces’’ group. ‘At the End of a Busy Day’ has been featured. A poem and an image – WOW! I am totally overwhelmed and will have to go and lie down … don’t know if it’s good for me at my age!!! HaHaHahahahahahaha! hysterical laughter fading into the distance …................................................................................................................

• Mining Madness
  by jkp07

  Some ten years ago I worked in the mining industry whose dominant paradigm is that unless you work in the industry you are just a burden …

  Some ten years ago I worked in the mining industry whose dominant paradigm is that unless you work in the industry you are just a burden on society. I was an on site biologist and my job during construction was to save what could be saved and to kill what must be killed, we called it euthanasia but I don’t think the animals concerned noticed the subtle difference in terminology. This was my war and it damn near separated me from sanity, it still haunts me… It is always July on the Plateau Rain comes / dripping through the Casuarinas / inheriting the last light / making the gum trees cold to look at Its low conductive voice muttering disappointment / each drop recalling diamond absolutes / flowing over granite, pinkly tinkling There is gold in this here monolith and I do not mean the suns explosive vector This bond of men found in doing, our broken tribute to downtime / Diesel chugs in metronome, intoning and entraining / ceaselessly oozing into pools of rainbow shock / fractals of the sky In this newly desolate place / the deepest contract is made insecure / Trust torn open / windborne voices roar across the muddy evisceration We who cut this scarless face see the shattered unborn and cry at such terrifying loss