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Heart of a Poet
by Daniel Rarela
The bravery of being out of range.
by nook

The bravery of being out of range….... Well it’s one of those amazing statements that conjures up a similar image for everyone…WAR For me it was the pilots who were instructed to drop the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But then I continued the train of thought…...... and as the song suggests, and Danny elaborated, we can all be accused of ‘The bravery of being out of range’. It applies to so much of our everyday life. If I had Scott’s talent I would have illustrated a woman giving birth whilst her partner looks on, a teacher in a classroom, or me! attempting to penitrate the bonds of the merry men (how do you illustrate that?). But I don’t have the talent, so what I have created comes back to my original thought….WAR. Sjem quoted “War is old men talking and young men dying” Odysseus, Troy (the movie). I love this statement but does it continue on from there? / Do we perpetuate the story by glorifying its devastation? poets are inspired to write poetry about it / historians are inspired to write documentries about it / film makers are inspired to make movies about it / artists are inspired to create art about it / musicians are inspired to play music about it / designers are inspired to design t-shirts about it (myself included) Maybe, in the end, we all encourage war one way or another – as artists, we speculate on an experience we haven’t had, and therefore are perhaps the truest version of the brave who are out of range. other work by nook
Splendor in the Grass and Glory in the Flower
by Bonnie T. Barry

In Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Reflections of Early Childhood, William Wordswoth wrote: Though nothing can bring back the hour / Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower / We will grieve not, but rather find / Strength in what remains behind. I was reminded of those lines when I saw a single blade of grass that had gone to seed and was blooming deep in the woods. The tiny flowers were a sight to behold.
Charles Bukowski #2
by Lee Wilde

subject: Henry Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994) was an influential Los Angeles poet and novelist. Bukowski’s writing was heavily influenced by the geography and atmosphere of his home city of Los Angeles. A prolific author, Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories, and six novels, eventually having more than fifty books in print. He is often remembered as “The Poet Laureate of Skid Row”. read more on wikipedia.org / ............................................................................................. / medium: Charcoal pencils on 185gsm Arches medium-tooth paper. All materials are acid-free and archival. / ............................................................................................. / size: 29.7×42cm (A3). A 1cm border on all sides has been left unmarked. / ............................................................................................. / / ............................................................................................. / New original art listed every Sunday night in my eBay store
the worm
by burningark

a visual tale of madness and drug abuse
The Poet
by modernlifeform
Because You're Not A Poet
by Jboo09

Don’t forget dear, / that I am a poet / I could slaughter you with words like razor blades
Muse
by Foxfires

“All the charm of all the Muses… / often flowering in a lonely word.” Alfred, Lord Tennyson Face: SD-stock http://sd-stock.deviantart.com/art/Spring-Wall-Hanging-63930447 / Textures: Hibbary http://hibbary.deviantart.com/art/paper-textures-75974801 / Brushes: Merrym http://merrym.deviantart.com / Swirls: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/941243 / Smoke: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/704194 / All else: My own photo stock ©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires / All of my artwork and photographs are © All Rights Reserved Worldwide. / My artwork and photos do not belong to the public domain.
Poet Madness
by MuscularTeeth

Insanity
Drunken Poets Dream
by Theresa Rankin
Coy Kiss, Series
by Carrie Glenn

(Series 1 of 2) / / Here is “Coy Kiss” as it is currently framed / A suggestion for frame and mat style through RedBubble Acrylic on Canvas, 24”x36” Framed / Available: $2400 / There are currently several inquires for purchase. However if you are interested in the original painting or have any questions please don’t hesitate to e-mail me. To describe my painting I have chosen an excerpt from the written work, Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare ...”Never did passenger in summer’s heat / More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. / Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; / She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn: / ‘O! pity,’ ‘gan she cry, ‘flint-hearted boy: / ‘Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?...” A hearty thanks to my friend Rebecca Cruz who let me paint her lovely photo titled Koi / Her gallery is wonderful and full of bold, colorful and beautiful work! Please take a look! For commissioned work you can contact Carrie at: carrie@carrieglennstudios.com and please visit Carrie Glenn Studios / CarrieGlennStudios.Com
And angels know the rest....
by John Edwards

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.
Time and Eternity
by John Edwards

Emily Dickinson again: The daisy follows soft the sun, / And when his golden walk is done, / Sits shyly at his feet. / He, waking, finds the flower near. / “Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?” / “Because, sir, love is sweet!” / / We are the flower, Thou the sun! / Forgive us, if as days decline, / We nearer steal to Thee, / Enamoured of the parting west, / The peace, the flight, the amethyst, / Night’s possibility!
Charles Bukowski
by JSArt

7 Shape Vector drawn by hand from scratch in Xara Xtreme. A hero of mine; a writer from the gutter of LA, wrote fantastic poems, short stories and novels. Some Charles Bukowski Poems / More Info About Charles Bukowski / —— /
Dead Poets
by Lorraine Creagh

Tennyson, Byron and Burns and Scott…all poets from long ago. I’m so priviledged to have these books. They have been in my family for such a long time. Tennyson for 109 years, Byron for 122 years and Burns and Scott for 129 years. They are so old and fragileand I carefully turn the pages and read some poems. I’m transported back in time with each reading. / Featured in Art for Bubble Hosts on 14 May 2009 / Uploaded 17 January 2009 Placed in the top ten of the Womans Photographer Group Challenge 17 April 2009
Johnny (street poet)
by Robert Knapman

Johnny in love…
The sweetest dreams
by John Edwards

Title from a poem “Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-Not” by Eugene Field (1850–1895). An 18 layer composite produced in Photoshop and Painter.
Freedom of Colour
by Sophie Shapiro

I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air / Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster / As you might try a jewel in your hair. / I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster, / Alone, or in one ornament combining / With one first-water start almost shining. I put it shining anywhere I please. / By walking slowly on some evening later, / I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees, / And brought it over glossy water, greater, / And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow, / The color run, all sorts of wonder follow….... Words by American poet Robert Frost (1874 -1963) Painting using acrylic, inks and pigment. / 102×42cm Music – Momentos de Paz – Phoenix Appeal and see all the other artists that are helping victims of The Bushfires in whatever way they can. Your work counts and Australia needs your support….Please Help! Please join The Wildlife Appeal Group – & – Phoenix Appeal and see all the other artists that are helping victims of The Bushfires in whatever way they can. Your work counts and Australia needs your support….Please Help!
The Writings of a Poet
by Rob Toombs

The Poet.. Diligently writing and contemplating on his internal thoughts until they reach his heart and soul. Eventually, his thoughts begin to reach the paper for everyone to see..
Heliotroped with Tattoo and Guest Poet
by Cynthia Lund Torroll

pencil embellished limited-edition print of pencil drawing “Heliotroped” / (The original drawing was done on standard white layout paper – in a spiral bound tablet – I had to draw it twice because as I went I smeared it and had to redefine the lines the second time out.) See if you can find the poem that was tucked into this print and then sent to me anonymously. Update: Aug. 2, 2009 / I finally located the entire poem today. It was on the back of a Klimt postcard given to me at the same time the print was. / Here it is: .......................................................................................................... “When I met her / she lived, / isolated, / on a narrow lane. She had a wrought-iron fence / with a black rose growing through the gate, / locking it. The rose was groomed beautifully. / The gate it seemed had been locked for years. She would say little about the gate. / But she seemed very proud of the rose. / Eventually, she accepted a gift from me. / The gift was a white seed. A white rose now grows, wild and resisting any grooming. Still, she regards the rose with fear and awe.” ..................................................................................................... Plus there are a few T’s in my Clothing section featuring this image (or parts of it…): / Turned tree T Galactically bent T-shirt Turned solar T-shirt
The Pain of Missing You
by Jerri Johnson

One more photo composite. FEATURED in Gods and Goddesses ~ many thanks to the group hosts! Beautiful female model, with thanks! / Handsome guy~with thanks! This photo was inspired by the brilliant poetic work of Linaji who gave me permission to post her poem, Skip This Moment. Profound thanks and abundant hugs to Linaji!! Skip This Moment / I want to skip this moment, / It is painful / Pain / Feeling a squeeze in the eyes / tightening of the forehead / Solar plexus feels the beginnings of / The pinpointed black hole / Insatiable and resistant / Sucking sounds like moans from a moth / Mind goes foggy this time as / I don’t want to know / why / Cause I know / Why / I want to skip this moment / It is painful, / No torture legislation needed nor / CIA sponges soaking me drowning me / Perhaps that is preferable / Just that feeling I won’t have what / I want / Feeling the first drops roll down my / Cheek / The left one. / The words start to form in the brain / ‘I miss him’ Linaji 2009
She Waits
by Cynthia Lund Torroll

I know, I know, I know. / If I’m such a devotee of Eckhart Tolle for such a long time, then why in the world do I still wait? Why? Why? Why? I confess. I do. BUT, at least I’m aware of it when I am. That does change things. A little. Slices of my pencil drawings / Heliotroped with Tattoo & Guest Poet / and Least Resistance / gives you this exclusive RedBubble marriage.
THE POET
by raymondoantonio

YOU HAVE NO NEED OF BRUSH / OR CAMERA OR COMPUTER. / YOURS IS A DIFFERENT MEDIUM. / ARMED WITH PEN AND PAPER / YOU PAINT WITH WORDS! ...

DEDICATED TO ALL THE WONDERFUL POETS ON RED BUBBLE WHO INSPIRE ME WITH THE BEAUTY OF THEIR WORDS ON A DAILY BASIS!! MWAH!!! XOXOXOXO LOVE YOU ALL!! / P.S. I LOVE ALL THE OTHER CREATIVE SOULS TOO!! THE PHOTOGRAPHERS AND PAINTERS ETC!! XOXO
All Poets Must Die
by H M Bascom

My life poured on this gruesome page again / Talentless vultures wait to pick my bones

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