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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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Digital Mixed Media. Created for my Moon Glow poem. I’d like to come out with a book of illustrations and writings combined like these in 2008 :)
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Fall Down on me like Rain
by Brett FosterWould you like to feel that I am here / to catch your tears with mine? / Would I see your smile if I told you / that you fall on me divine?
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Our dog Tammy. / With a lovely quote by George Vest Featured in ‘Inspiring Blend’ (thank you!) Featured in ‘Paws n Claws’ (thank you!)
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My first effort at doing the ‘poem as image’ thing :) The poem is here on RedBubble. This poem is about my inspiration for creative writing, my muse. She comes to me by night. The demands of the day keep us apart, and I miss her…
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Unfinished collage inspired by snippet of a poem from a 1930’s magazine. / It’s HOT and DRY and I wish it would rain….
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This is a macro shot of a plant in my neighbours garden. Around here they are known as Hot Pokers. I thought you might enjoy these colourful flowers. / It was a nice sunny day which showed the blooms off well. . / / . /
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One of the flowers from show and poems for her. What colors do you think about when you think of power I usually come up with just three! / Whites the color that I think of when I wanna be real sweet! / And Reds the color that I like when I need to be seen! / But blacks the color that has it all from sweetness to full power and I love to see it on my Mustang on highway 57. / I hit the road in full gear and ram that baby higher! / And then I slip back in to over drive and you better believe baby I am in heaven! / And then as I get out to the desert my throttles at full bore and then I feel the full power of this baby shaking at my doors! / I down shift in to my top five and oh she really purrs and back up in to over drive and watch out you little devil! / Oh baby this is more than fun its gotta be orgasmic to take that stick and shift and click its more than just electric! / So if your looking for a ride then look no more my friend this little Mustangs can be yours if you can pay me what I am asking!
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A Painting by : Shree / Poetic excellence by : Ushna Sardar / / The surface of a mass of water / and image on a shiny surface / fantastic farce.. / reflection on water / dream were breathing on the surface / the leaves floated on the water / like fantastic faces were reflected in the mirror / face could see their reflection in the water.— / The air was so still that there was hardly a ripple on the water’s surface / that moment whispered, / if your eyes twinkle, you have a bright expression because you are happy or excited.— / their eyes twinkled with merriment / the twinkle of stars / a faint glow / a faint smile Time caught the glimmer of a smile in their eyes / like in the dark / the twinkle of the moon lights in the distance / the eyes were had a vivid dream / That time was an absolute dream / waiting desperately together for their dream lover / the fact of staying where they were / two faces one dream / one dream two eyes / two eyes and endless hope / endless hope and two hearts / two twin sisters / with the same desires / they two felt an overwhelming desire to return dream land.— / Life is full of coincidences / the man of desire came into that silent land / and there was thousand of ripples on the surface of hearts / they two felt a surge of love and desire for him / both hearts were full of love for him / they both were full of admiration for the guy they had met / two hearts whispered / breathing each breath for him…. / Each breath they take, they take for him / two faces one desire / one desire and two desperate hearts / With an old love letter / they desperately wanted a guy of their dreams / But sometimes they feel like they are dying / Cold and shaking, holding on… / Waiting for him / to pick one of two / heart were fighting a desperate battle to have the little dream of love / dream has any sound when it breaks? / heart has any sound? / The moment of decision had arrived / the power of decision remained with the desire / he finally reached a decision / The final decision / the final battle of love / many people choose not to love / / Two fantastic faces.. he had to choose between love or desire / and he only chose one / it seems, he chose to go by heart / he stole one heart quietly and other left / they seem made for each other, don’t they? / the dreams were broken and no voice / the heart was broken and no sound / The wind rippled the dark in the heart’s field Two fantastic faces.. one sank back into dark / just sat there, sunk in thought / one face was happy / another was into dark / reflection on the surface of water was drowned / to go down into another substance through the surface / the rain sank into the dry ground— / The little boat of love sank beneath the waves / with an old love latter / broken heart / Her voice shook with emotion / she gazed pensively out of the window / with empty eyes / cold and shaking…
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Hand drawn from a doodle in pencil, colored in with magical marker pens
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Why
by David RomanThis is not a flower from my show and poems for her. This poem came up today as I was listening to the news about someone beating his wife. / Seems to be common in some country’s of the world to beat your wife. / It had me really angry and after the anger I thought about that man and what he might feel later in his sad life after years have passed as he sat in front of his TV alone. I sit here in my favorite chair the late late show is on. / Someone is talking about something as if I really care. / I sit here every night alone wishing I was dead. / But Gods making my days real long I guess he’s really mad. / I sit and see where you once sat your chair is empty now. / I see the knitting that you made in your happy days. / I see the kitchen table from where I sit, your plate sits in its place. / The only thing missing in this show is you my loving wife. / I sit here every night alone afraid to call you up. / Its been five years since you walked out our house. / Not one word have I heard from you since that dreadful day. / I wonder if you’ll ever let the past lie down and die. / I did them things to hurt you hon I know it was my fault. / And as I look down at the floor tears begin to fall. / What was it that I said to you so mean it knocked you down. / I had a drink I know its wrong and that was no excuse. / I took the one thing that you loved your photo of your mom. / And then I ripped it apart and threw it in your face. / I drink, I lie, I do the things that I said I’d stop. / I go to church and ask the lord to help me see the light. / But no I walk right out that church and soon as we get home… / If dinners not the way I want then I start a fight. / I know I said I’d get it right, but hon I just don’t know! / I think I am just too bitter at the way my life has gone / Its not your fault you did it right you stood tall by my side. / When your friend’s said take a walk and leave me to my own. / You took it all and smiled at them and told them they would see. / And then I did just what they said.. Oh hon I feel so bad. / And then the one that loved me most I turned on her too. / I sit and wait until he comes and takes me by the hand. / I hope that he will forgive me hon for all that I have done. / I know I don’t deserve his love for I have been so bad. / So here I sit and wait for him as tear drops slowly fall.
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Portland Head Light at Sunset, / Beautiful colors, and the waves were crashing in, slowly in the distance the fog was rolling in, and you could hear the foghorns going off, and the clanging of the buoys. Seagulls, crying. / Portland, Maine, 10-08 USA / Photo was untouched. / Canon Digital Rebel xt
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Title from a poem by Emily Dickinson I hide myself within my flower, / That wearing on your breast, / You, unsuspecting, wear me too— / And angels know the rest. / / I hide myself within my flower, / That, fading from your vase, / You, unsuspecting, feel for me / Almost a loneliness.
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PLEASE VIEW LARGE Here’s the thought: “what would it be like to enter an elevator and get all of lifes questions answered…. you know the old fashion type of elevator.. with the pull metal door that perhaps now you only find in freight elevators… I have been and will be working on a images that I plan to use as a series for sale as art and as a book. Elevator Instructions…Have a peek at the others.. ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… BOOK 1..How to Live / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… How To Avoid Alienation / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… When Dad Leaves / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Loving Lifetimes / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Becoming Enlightened / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Dining Out / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Being Naked / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS…On What Is Evil Where Ya Been Hal? / Linaji 2009 What is endless as I peer into the crystal ball? / Where you been Hal? / Where are your torn socks from last life’s romp? / Did you see the Ivory Coast yet?? / Did you taste that dish of ice cream from Peru? / With berries that cure cancer / But ohh what to do? / Berries gone soon they say / By the fires for fields of soy beans / And Corn Fuel and still some sugar cane. This time round Hal you better get there soon. Loving you lifetimes? / This seems so abrupt and surreal / Like a meter out of whack / Or a singer whose cut no less / Not hitting that high C / A fly hit her throat / What Luck! / That’s what she said to me. Just letting you know friend / The world keeps moving on / No different from before / When you used to call me ‘mom’ / Oh I know I was 65 and you were older still / But calling me a name like that / Truly made me ill!! Hold me close and tell me how much / You adore / Me and my long silky locks / Teaching me to connect the dots / And smear the patterns that I lost / Inside your life and wishes and your / Begging me for more? / Yep I remember you doing all that / Just like the life before.. It’s about patterns for me now dear / And indigo blue / I feel a temptation to let you know / What I am to do.. as I walk and I strut / And I feel your lazy hummm / My life this time is glorious / So find another mum!!
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BEST VIEWED & FELT IN LARGE SIZE Friends, here we are once again colloborating our individual tallents into one piece which i guess will surely give all the viewers a sense of cool n refreshing breath of beauty all around us. I tried to paint whatever i felt with my heart the astounding unheard beauty of nature standing in front of us with its open arms without making any noise and thats what compelled me to do this sort of green and flowing artwork in oils which infact is done on a very huge canvas of 5ft by 3 & half in oil paints. This was very mesmerisingly described by my beloved dear friend Bonita who herself is a source of heavenly inspiration. She did wonders with her nature loving attitude giving words to our joint Silent Strokes – Silence Spoke colloboration about which both of us are equally glad. Hope you guys too will feel the same way. Enjoy and try to hear the silence depicted here to get even more near to Nature’s divinity. / / Mesmerising Words by dear friend : BONITA / Artwork in Oils 5ft x 3.5ft by : SHREE Silence Spoke……........ So quietly filled with silence as I looked to pale blue sky / I searched for gates of pearl complete for Heaven felt nearby…….. / The brilliant sun caressed my face as the birds all took to flight, / The whispering rocks cried peace and love as I took in all this sight. Just beyond the meadow was a brook that flowed so free, / and it sang it’s song and softly flowed such beautiful harmony. / The wind so calm yet softly blew the willow passing by, / with amazement I sat as tears flowed down for such beauty I could not deny. I stood to walk beyond the brook and just around the bend, / with eyes wide open, I beheld a sight that my eyes could not contend. / For in this place the beauty was far greater than I can say, / Thou silent it spoke a thousand words to carry me on my way. My heart rose up with hope and faith and topped it all with love, / For the silent that spoke sweet peace to me was all I’d ever dreamed of. So if you’re ever out there in the meadow beyond the brook, / Stop my friend and take the time to give it all a look. / The beauty will overwhelm you and in peace you will soon be, / for Heaven’s just beyond that place and it’s waiting for you and me. / ©Bonita Moore / Jan. 26, 2009
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Once housed art and crafts / Now hollowed reminder of the past / Color coded to forget / A life rich in elegance I was inspired by my love for the Roycroft Inn to write this little poem. Built in 1895, the Roycroft Arts and Crafts Community had many buildings to house the artistic community and unfortunately a fire claimed one of the elegant buildings years ago and now lays in ruins. / East Aurora, NY Casio Exilim /
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2 a.m and we’re still up / a word, a glance / a coffee cup / sits on the floor / still untouched / the stars are out / the moon is up / 3 a.m and still / i can’t seem to / get enough… **~ / Companion piece to Fireflies
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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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An international collaboration. Poem by Leon A. Walker (Florida, USA) / Image by Lilith (Netherlands) Thank you so much, Leon, for all your inspiration and magic. “The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone” (Goethe) You can find more of Leon’s work HERE
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ROSE The lily has a smooth stalk, / Will never hurt your hand; / But the rose upon her brier / Is lady of the land. / There’s sweetness in an apple tree, / And profit in the corn; / But lady of all beauty / Is a rose upon a thorn. / When with moss and honey / She tips her bending brier; / And half unfolds her glowing heart / She sets the world on fire . Watercolour pencil drawing on watercolour paper , size 30 cm / 42 cm. Artwork is for sale, signed and protected by copyright. Many thanks for stopping by ! FOR YOU WAS FEATURED IN ART FOR THE WORLD GROUP …....10-07-09! FOR YOU WAS FEATURED IN FEMINIE INTENT GROUP….23-07-09!
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As in Bathsheba Everdene, from Thomas Hardy’s “Far from the Madding Crowd”...within a short time of arriving at her aunt’s house, Bathsheba has the neighbouring young men at her feet…independent, beautiful and intelligent, she rises quickly when she inherits her uncle’s farm, then shocks everyone by deciding to manage it herself…..her three suitors are each determined to marry her.. / “The book (which I have read a zillion times), has been described as an early piece of feminist literature, since it features an independent woman with the courage to defy convention by running a farm herself. Although Bathsheba’s passionate nature leads her into serious errors of judgment, Hardy endows her with sufficient resilience, intelligence, and good luck to overcome her youthful folly”.wiki Watercolour on Arches Not Paper / Katharine / Sylvia / The Riddle / Illusion / The Wish / Virtue / The Party / The Beauty / The Star / The Night / The Temptation / The Quiet / The Plea / Le Maquillage
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Tickle me not, I cannot stand it / Our laughter fills the night / Run your hands through my darkness / Kiss me softly, do it like… I love you so, I love, you know… Trace your fingers up and down / Stop for exploration, when you need / Touch my heart, with your feelings / Send ‘subliminals’ to my creed I love you so, I love, you know… Take my hand and step me / On this merry dance, desire / Show me thought, beg, feed me / With your silver spoon, your fire I love you so, I love, you know… I crave your thoughts and feelings / The rendezvous, that is kind / A joint life purpose, based on pleasure / A love of truth and peace of mind Sandra22
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“LIVE LOVE DREAM” Group – December 2009 / “IMAGE AND WRITING” Group – December 2009 / “LIGHT OF LOVE” Group – December 2009 / “YOUR LIVING SPACES” Group – December 2009 SHE It was unexpected… / As a rainbow in the middle of the storm / as a ladybird tickling your fingers / like the raindrops hanging down a tiny spider’s web. And came unexpected. She. / Like a nightingale’s song. She / Softly like a feather She, / whispering her wondrous love poems. She, / my friend. © Luanda, December 17th 2009 I took this shot AT HOME with my CYBER SHOT 5.1 Compact Camera – SONY / (173 Views)
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