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Old 11-04-2005, 07:51 PM
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good poems folks: seems we're a depressed lot eh?


i stink
armpits, hair and underwear

my mouth is fuzzy
with a coating of
stale coffee and beer
old pizza and time

legs cramped
wrist stiff
back bent with ache
butt flat and numb

my eyes buzz
begging for rest
and my mind stopped thinking
yesterday

i'm pretty sure
i dip my smallest brush
in some thinned nap red
and sign my name

yet again
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Glenn Good one!
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Old 11-04-2005, 08:09 PM
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Something for the young at heart, Bob - written today

Fairies

After the rain the sky mellows
And a mist rises though the grass
Little wet creatures emerge to dry
Shaking the blossoms as they pass
Miniature prints from their nimble feet
A broken twig here and there
Look closely - as soon as they've dried their wings
You won't find them anywhere
I really like this.
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Old 11-04-2005, 11:35 PM
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Neighborhood Princess
Between painted fences and over bricks, her gown, clean and pressed, a vision of beauty she drifted by.
Family and friends leaned from the balconies, of small frame houses, long shadows under the near evening sky.
Children danced and followed as she walked through light and shadow. The setting sun glowing brightly in her hair.
The factory sounds were whispers that seemed far away. As though everyone and everything knew, something important was in the air.
Soft music played though an open window and all eyes watched with pride, in the twilight calm.
A neighborhood Princess, was all grown up, and waiting by the gate, for her Prince, to take her to the Prom.
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Nice one Bob. Everyone's writing poetry today. One last one before I call it a night.


Colour shifts the canopy of night
Moon and stars fade in the morning light
Fragile blue, a fisherman's delight
Dewdrops glisten - it's the break of day
The morning sun lifts the fog upon the river to the sky
And the river runs, touching lives
Along it's valley - Wild geese fly
Past little churches on the hillside here to stay
The church bells ringing through the valley seem to say
Here comes the day
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Old 11-05-2005, 06:37 PM
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By request of Bob I'll post this one. Not exactly a poem but he asked me to share.

Sadness

I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel lost and without purpose. The creativity that once filled my soul has dried to dust. I now stumble seeking a path I once knew so well. There is a weight around my heart, bound with chains and locks that are sealed in rust.

Where did I loose my way? When did the bright and colorful light that glistened on my path grow dim and grey? When did life, once held to with the excitement of a child barely able to not reach out and tear open their new gift, suddenly echo with the darkness of a pit that knows no bottom?

I have stretched out my hands, with hope that finger tips would touch something familiar in the dark, only to feel the cold and sticky cobwebs of dreams long lost. I have turned my face towards a sun that once warmed my heart only to see a broken and barren stone. So where has all that brings happiness in life gone? To what hole has my life’s promises fallen?

At times I think I have found my path only to learn the treacherous ways of sadness. It flitters light before my eyes. It promises that which I yearn for. When I reach out to gently grasp my dreams again, it moves them about so that I may fall into the pit I can not see in its darkness. This sadness, this hideous, evil thing drapes its cloak about me. It winds me tightly in its ragged, rotting cloth. Its pungent smell brings me to my knees. It weakens and confuses me. I have not the strength to fight nor the mind to solve its unsolvable puzzles. That I would the faith of a child then sadness would have no hold.

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((((((((Tamara)))))))) Thank you for sharing. I've been where you are now. There IS a light. Keep trying.
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I asked Tamara to post “Sadness” for its truth, intimacy and beauty. I step forward with Bernice and say, Oh yes I also know that darkness.

This story is a tad long but I want to share it with you all because it’s about art and it’s about noticing the beauty that happens every day…….Bob


The Train
by Robert Stagemyer 4/28/00
3:30 A.M. The van was packed with art and display materials. Working through the night, with one and a half hours of sleep, I climbed into the driver's seat and placed my foam cup, of coffee in the console holder, laid the thermos of coffee, I knew I would need on the passenger seat, and headed out of town. Thick white clouds drifted across the road. I knew it would be worse up ahead. After about thirty minutes, I turned from the three lane road, onto Route 50. Two lanes of unlit country road that would take me to I-4. I was sipping the hot coffee, to stay awake and to warm me from the morning chill. The fog was now very heavy, it was like driving through a ball of cotton. I could see only a few feet in front, as I cautiously, drove on.
Suddenly, up ahead, through the billowing clouds, I saw red lights flashing. As I came to a stop I heard the clanging bells of a railroad crossing, and saw that I was dangerously close to the crossing gate. I put the van in reverse, backed up a foot or so, put it in park, sipped more coffee and waited. The fog closed in around me. It was still and quiet, except for the crossing bells, and the lights that danced in the smoke. At first I sensed a vibration throughout the van, and then, crashing through the wall of clouds, thundered a huge black silhouette. I thought it was the largest train I'd ever seen. The power rocked and shook my van. The loud, and melodic horn, turned the quiet morning into an orchestra of sound and lights. The cars shuttered by and then, as fast as it appeared it disappeared into the dark morning. The fog closed behind, as the curtain dropping on a play. The gates lifted. The lights stopped flashing. The bells were silent. I sat for a moment stunned by the beauty of it all, put the lever in drive and continued my trip to the show. I wondered if the people would come out, and if I would do well at the show. One thing would be certain. No matter how the weekend went, and now as I think back, I cannot remember much about it. But I will never forget the train.

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Circles

I go around in circles, round and round I go
grey foggy chilly circles, that block out the glow
severed from my being, my feelings good and bad
from life and all it's meanings, I cannot get inside
I circle aimless, thoughtless, fractured am I now
I try opening doorways, to get at whats inside
this fear I have to master, and learn how to explore
to face and conquer demons
and open up that door
no more go round in circles
but walk straight into my soul
habituate my feelings, and once again be whole
to walk around in circles but colorful and warm
to feel my passions rising, my anger or my love
to own all my sensations
and feel a world of love

Brianna M

I also say to you, keep searching, there is light.

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One I wrote for my watercolour challenge. Sorry, it's the shortest one I own....

MY LIMITED PALETTE.

I have a limited palette,
there’s only so much it can do.
It can’t write a poem or read one,
It can’t make a half decent stew.

Oh, I read in a book I should get one,
and I did cos I do what I’m told.
But my limited palette quite frankly,
Does not do it’s share of the load.

It sits and it really does little,
It’s limited, I’m sad to report.
It won’t even make a suggestion!
It offers me little support.

It won’t paint a painting without me,
It cannot decide where we’ll go.
Its limited, I may as well face it.
Our relationships not quid pro quo.

My palette has talent that’s finite,
I’m tempted to tell it we’re through!
Oh, I have a limited palette,
And there’s only so much it can do.

©Christopher M. Earle, 2005
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To all Artists

A canvass so white
Filled with colours so bright
Trough the ages,
Painted by many
Admired by plenty.

But my friend,
Do not copy anothers art,
There is copyright!

Look around you
at Gods canvass
for you and me to paint,
Subjects in abundance.

So paint my friend
till your hearts content.
From Gods canvass,
There is no copyright.

©Lee Crossley
South Africa, 2003

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Intangibly Beautifully Renaissance


Out of respect
for the
beauty of simplicity
and the simplicity in beauty
I find myself observing art
any art
my art
and sometimes I find some sort of order
in the chaos.

My intention is to capture a curious gesture
from the creative process
with
ideal,
intangible qualities,
rather than to merely imitate
the final achievements
of antiquity.

Color is the means by which I draw and create depth,
tension, life,
volume, and movement.
It is a true expression of beauty.
A phenomenon to me
that I am determined to figure out.

I feel part of the rebirth.
A child of hope and dreams.
My determination is to explore the subconscious,
and have faith that
intuition
will not fail me,
for it is as unique,
as it is my own.

Renaissance (ren e sans’), n. a new birth or revival of interest. Especially along artistic and literary lines: Renaissance, the transitional movement in Europe between the 16th centuries, marked by a revival of classic influence.
A period which saw the transition from the middle ages to modern times.
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“On a gallery walk.” by R. Stagemyer

Oh God have mercy, now this is art, and there is the artist talking to a prospective buyer.
When I get home I'm stackin all my stuff in the yard and settin it on fire.
Everyone knows everyone. They’re all related or friends I’ll bet. My third gallery and no one recognized me yet.
Oh no that a--h--- is here. He’s such a phony. But damn, his new painting is really good.
I’m a worse phony. What did I shake his hand for? Where’s the wine and the food?
There’s those people from Canada that like my work. What are they doin talking to her. They are writing out a check.
They see me and are coming this way. They are going to call me next week about a commission but have to run.
Ahhhh I feel better now. These pretzels are good. I love these gallery walks. They are so much fun.

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Thoughts

Thoughts wander unfettered,
Given free reign
To travel the corridors
Of my mind.

They begin
As small particles
Floating free, Lingering,
Waiting to be grasped.

Ideas grow, nay
Multiply...
Exploding at times
To volcanic proportions.

Finally materializing,
Into words and actions.
Clearing the corridors
For new traffic.

Linnea L. Johnson

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