hi their my name is wittle archie and im jusht a wittle boy of sheven yearsh of age from a village called sauchie in scotland uk… to…
I have thought about putting black plastic on his windows
In Sydney we are on eastern standard time. At the end of October the clocks go forward an hour. We get more light at the end of the day whereas in the morning the sun is rising closer to six rather than five in the morning. In 2008 the Australian government proposes to bring the clocks forward earlier, like near the start of October rather than the end. I’m all for it and you’ll see why when you read this article I wrote at the time.
hi my name is wittle archie im just a wittle boy of shevan years of age im from a small village in scotland called sauchie in clackmannan…
You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone / And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe / But were rained on by st…
This poem is Based on and inspired by the painting Healing Old Wounds By MARIAM MURADIAN. Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas. Dear RedBubble Artist, if I may note: Please be inspire by all that RedBubble gives you. And I Ask: If so –Say so. How hard is it to be grateful aloud. The soul of an artist is frail, maybe even too much so in some misunderstanding instances. But, at least if a writer inspires a visual artist, or the opposite of this happens, or any other cross medium translation of artistic expression, I am sure no damage will be done or interpreted as so. If only the truth be told. The honour is a shared one! For me, the mentioning of (and public acknowledgements of) your art as the source is the most important part of this process. For this involves the most sacred and tender art forms I know of –Honesty. Trust. And Respect. I will soon post a Journal entry by this name to tell the story of Amanda Joy’s brush with plagiarism. And my ever-humbling experience in this tale of online support between artist. So now that I have shoved my preverbile esthetic foot down my throat, I’d might well risk a little fantacty of mine. If I were a painter I’d let some of the lines in this poem inspire me to create, shoot, draw, or paint the soul emotions of my impacted interpretation of them. I am actually not asking you to do so! I would only want to welcome it, and from here let the drive be born naturally by you. The excerpt of the poem ‘PAIN’S Might … oh the tender soul of it all’ are my dream lines. Lo, I am a word man. And quite happy to let the beautiful your soul inspiring images of your visual medium move me to pen a poetic gift born of it. But who knows what will move me next. A journal entry inspired one. It is the mention, the true thanks that matters. Art born of art, born of art, baby, this can be fun work. The energy matters. Just think; Your great grandmother was a comment. One hundred years there is you. Mariam Muradian’s painting is perhaps the 8th one to move me so. Yet, it is the first by an artist I have created with before. As a poet, I have often said, “I am a painter of words”. When I speak to an audience about being a poet I most often say, “It is the job of a poet is to say the unsaid, that which seems impossible to say, the thoughts we all feel but for whatever the reason (Fear, security, doubt, a lack of confidence) we do not”. Poetry is in the end a medium of art. Here at RedBubble I have entered a new realm of influence. You art, images, comments, support, the mature beauty of this community is a rare find for me. Here I have risked my fears of exposure faster than I can say I have any. I am so grateful to all of you who have and will inspire me to create. Gratefully yours, / C.C. Arshagra / / _ / Listen to C.C. READ THIS POEM HERE / / READ PART (2) TWO of this poem here - / A NOTE FROM THE POET: I thank you all for reading this poem! The moments you (may graciously choose to) take to comment truly matter. I am so grateful to those who favorite the work (especially because it a written work) May I ask you to PLEASE READ MORE THAN ONE POEM / See Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems / Words Count listed Please further note that there is a vast spectrum of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. / / / / I am EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ADD MY WORKING RedBubble Site to YOUR WATCH LIST --I feel this is one of the highest complements of respect a visiting RedBubbler can give. This is not to under-estimate how riveted my humility feels with each comment. This expresses the reserve of your taste, and the future value of your time. / / - REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. Almost all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists. Let my know if any of the links to their sites are not functioning._ (Hot Links)
When I lost my heart, did my mind go too? / There goes the remaining shard of me / Drifting, wishing, heading to out of space / Clinging t…
lonliness, stars, and night
missing you and going on
Their strength is not numbers are now few / This is only because of human stain we are their Bane
There’s no one like you / Your one of a kind / I’m attracted to you looks / But most of all your mind / You think like me / We’re the perfec…
It has to be a dream. No…I’m slipping again. All too real are the tragedies this world, Kismet, faces since The Ending.
A story about a post-apocalyptic world, how it came to be, and our hero. (Part 1)
Hero Cop saves baby bird! You are all going to love this story! / In a day and age where our Police Department and officials get so mu…
Life is a gift lost to the call of love and or hate. / Lights flash souls scurry away as fast as they came into the world. / The gift of p…
what an ass I’m, what a crime? / for you, I had no time. / for you, who saved my day, / which would have been gray. I send you flowers an…
An other 5 minute poem. Again for my friend I wrote also “Excuse me” for. I had a bad day and she helped me through, brought me to laugh. I could have kissed her, if we were not 214 km apart :D. / After she wrote me, my flatmate came home and I talked to her too (all this girls around me lol). So I missed some comments and she was offline when I got back. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— / Copyright Manuel Wieczorek 2008
Have you ever wanted to be the best at something? The best in the entire world? Imagine – no one on the planet can do this thing better t…
How I saved the world from aliens. A very true story.
Beau let decades of stored energy from fallen supernaturals to charge his aura, the spikes elongated and grew barbs, the colour changed b…
this is runnoing along side my story Arch Angel, Beau is my character in my collaboration with Autumn, written for the save it for someone who beleives you.
voices / screaming / “can’t you make it stop..” you whisper / to yourself….but no one answers / blood running down your lips / this is love?...
Also let us not forget we make fortunes off the poor and desolate, for those with empty pockets and in welfare can always be put to work …
urban poetry
Your Hope is discusting, Your life is worthless.. Until this day its the day you will rise again…................!! ””“My one and…
A smile can really make someones day. If you have the feeling of love unconditionally your hope can be restored. / A deep and meaningful short story about the power of a smile. / love chrissy
Is there nothing in this world
Our lives are a mist, a flicker, a breath, to life we came, and now to death. What is the point of this flicker, this time? From earth …
Another one that God just kinda walked me through. I love the way the beggining roles. / There is only one Way to eternal life, and He is Jesus. And whether you like it or not, there really is only two options, Heaven or Hell, God or Saten. There is no inbetween where you can enjoy the ignorant bliss of being ‘gone’. Once we’re perminantly out of these fleshly things, our spirit and soul will go on, and the Bible sais that those of us who are saved will get new bodies to enjoy eternity with. And believe me when I say that Jesus will have no pleasure in sending the wicked away, He will be crying. We have proof of these two eternal existences for one thing, because of all the people who have died and been resurected and told what they saw. And it’s always been a heaven or hell format on whether they knew Jesus or not. Jesus Himself has appeared to witches and shown them hell, and then heaven, and gave them a choice to follow Him or go on with thier lives and die. I think these things should be quite obvious except to people who have no eternal paradigm. God loves all of you, and He sent His Son into the world not to condemn it, but that the world through Him might be saved. That you and I could be saved from death and brought into eternal life to live with Him as it was intented from the beggining, which the first Adom messed it all up for us. Jesus, the second Adom, came to fix it, you need to know Him. Thank you.
I swam back to the waiting shore and crawled on to the sand / Knowing, in this morning sun, that God had saved this man
Personal salvation means we owe something back
She was five years old, playing with a bright pink / ball in her front yard. The ball seemed to have / a mind of its own as it rolled into …
Heroes are truly among us, let us not lose sight of that
Aaugh! I accidentally pressed the F9 button instead of F10, and so here I am, in a lonely world without my greatest saved file…:’(
Aaugh! I accidentally pressed the F9 button instead of F10, and so here I am, in a lonely world without my greatest saved file…:’(
How do I tell her it will be alright? / When we both know it would be a lie. / How could I wipe her tears? / When she has every right to cry.
Sometimes you so badly want to save someone else… to somehow make a difference and help them find the light in the darkness. Sometimes we exhaust all options and we try everything but they just keep falling apart and the harsh reality is you failed them… you did everything in your power to hold them up, to give them hope, but no matter what you do its never enough. I guess we cant always save everyone especially when you are trying to save them from themselves. We can stand there and watch them fall apart and try to be the best support you can be but sometimes the fact of the matter is you are helpless and you only can hope by some miracle something will change and that person will just be alright. I don’t know if any of this makes any sense I am just so full of emotion right now and its hard to put anything into words when my thoughts seem so jumbled in my head. Anyway hope you enjoy the poem and kind of get what I was trying to do with it.
Fogging windows, snowflakes sticking to the glass / In my soul I believe these feelings could last / Through the seasons, through a storm, ...
Something I wrote for a someone special in my life… Merry Christmas :) If you are wondering, the one quote is from the song “I’ll Stand By You” by the Pretenders.
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