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Old 01-20-2008, 09:59 PM
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Title: Sunny Side of the Hen House
Artist: Amber Carraway
Media: Watercolor: 22.5"x 16.5"
Contact: www.ambercarraway.com
Comment: Banty's do rule the barnyard.



FAIR GAME

And He said:
"My name is Hubert. I'm Cock of the Roost,
I've got it all, no need for an ego boost,
I'm the catch of the yard,
I'm your mate and reward,
I've run off the turkey and the goose.

So there's only you and me left in the yard,
You will be mine to have and to guard,
We'll raise a batch of chicks,
And there'll be no hen tricks,
I'm warrior, honored in high regard."

And She said:
"I may not be the famous Little Red Hen,
But I'm in charge, on that you depend,
You'll watch for hawks and owls,
And run off any rogue fowls,
Do as I say; this family you'll defend.

The young cockrells you must guide,
To fight and stay, never to run or hide,
Pullets be mine and they will learn
To chose a mate with careful concern,
So this clan can grow with family pride.

As mates, we'll have no ups or downs,
You need behave, no acting the clown,
Could end up in the cook's pot,
There are many younger cocks,
'Tis I holds the key to these grounds.
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Title: Old Faces #4
Artist: Gayle Kirby - aka 'gaykir'
Acrylic; 12"x12"
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There will be six faces in the
completed series.

A FACE IN TIME

A face loved dearly by only a Mother,
A face sculpted by life and weather,
That knows the inside of bars,
Knows what it's like to starve,
A face often shunned by others.

He does not rely on ties that bind,
Odd jobs but no day-to-day grind,
A smoke, a beer for a thrill,
Free soul who owes no bills,
Give him a smile, that be right kind.

Home's a box on some back street,
A place where others like him meet,
Comrades with an uneasy truce,
Peaceful or fight like the deuce,
A kind word be his ultimate treat.
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Old 01-27-2008, 03:09 AM
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Title: Mom's Valley Range
Artist: Mary Neil-Jones
Oil on Canvas Board; 10"x12"
Commnts: A scene painted from
childhood memories.


SONNET FOR NATURE

It is a day unrivaled in beauty -
The vast fertile country abounds in green;
I walk as one in love and I, truly,
Fall under the spell of what I have seen.
What may compare to thy beauty, my lass?
They name is 'Nature', and I take thy hand;
No daughter of man could rightly outlast
The eternal beauty seen in this land.
Thine ornaments are flowers without number,
They crown the very towering clouds;
The naked glory thou doth be times cover
In modest shades and Heavenly shrouds
And thy breath is the very perfumed air -
I say again: There is no Maiden to thee can compare!
.......................(c)Stevi-Lee Alver...................
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Old 01-27-2008, 04:21 AM
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Title: DANCING REFLECTIONS
Artist: FFacer
Oil on canvas; 12"x10"
Painting inspired by the accompanying poem.


THE OCEAN AND THE MOON

The Ocean holds the broken moon
In his naked night embrace;
She lies beneath the inky waves
And dances for her love.....
But he can only cry:
The sea is salty from his tears
For he knows
The sun will burn the sky
And take his goddess away.
.........(c)Kristie Nilsson.....
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Old 01-27-2008, 04:47 AM
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Title: MORNING STRETCH
Artist: Angie Rodrigues
Oil on linen panel on board; 11"x14"
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Setting up blog asap.

THE COYOTE WAY

Wily coyote, a predator of opportunity;
It's amazing his perception of dexterity,
Hunts in the wild or in the local dumpster,
He's the original hen house deceptor...

Thrives in the desert's hot golden glow,
Can handle the snow at forty below,
And at play he's a clumsy buffoon,
Hunts at midnite or in daylite at noon.

His appetite keeps the mice at bay,
Achieves his goals in a sneaky way,
With his mate he'll yodel and spoon,
Or in solitary solo, howl at the moon.
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Title: LEAVES OF THE MEDICING TREE
Compliments of the Glenbow Museum, Calgary.Alta
To the Native tribes, these trees were sacred, a symbol of brother hood and peace. Arch enemies were safe within the perimiter of the trees' domain. Two seperate trees, each with their own root system yet they shared the common flow of sap. Gifts of tobacco were often left by the trees and it was a safe place for the tribes to meet for the fall trade and powwow show.



A TREE OF PEACE

River trees so tall and so grand,
Honored by all the Native bands,
Sharing a limb gave you fame,
Same life sap in all your viens,
Standing together, limbs in hand.

Stalwart trees guarding sacred ground,
With their Domain, no wars abound,
They've heard coyotes howl,
Seen brave warriors fall,
A wonder of Nature seldom found.

Together, standing by the Spitzee River side,
Two hundred years, there they did abide,
Medicine tree we weep to recall,
The right of peace given to all,
The message remains, tho the trees have died.
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Old 02-03-2008, 02:49 AM
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WHEN THE STUDENT IS READY THE TEACHER WILL COME
Artist: Donna Hawkins
Acrylic and pastel pencil on canvas; 102cm H x 75cm W.
Contact: www.donnahawkins.com
Comment by artist; This work was inspired by a visit to the Giant Buddha on Lantau Island, Hong Kong and influenced by the style of Indian Painters.



ODE TO A bUDDHIST STATUE

Now here upon a gaze does see
An ancient thought within all seeing eyes,
Sacred stone that whispers deep
As creeping vines do worship high.
In silent grace and silent thought
This statue stands in time alone.
Immortal thought for one to know
Beyond the depth of what is known,
And on your face you look within,
What thoughts be there if ever one.
Such peace inside your quiet face
And hands that show no need undone.
With lotus crown of bliss unknown.
Silence is thy mystic tone,
So long now this statue in bronze
Whispers Om Mani Padme Om

The jewel within the lotus born,
Such is this statue ,for the mind
As it shows the silent thought and
The incense burns away in time.
The air breathes of aged decay
Of what has gone to all who meet.
What statue says so much. Yet as
time must tarnish, we seek
Sacred silence and whispers deep
To such bliss, these thoughts alone.
I bow to you in this moment and
Into the silence ever known.
.........(c)Tom McCorlew.......
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SAD
Artist: Susan Richards
acrylics on 12x12 paper
Comment: I hope it is ok to post one of my own paintings and poems. I have been doing digital pics to go with all of my poetry for years, at my Dragonswebs site. To paint around them is new to me.


WHY

why am i sitting here alive
when i want to die
why am i needing to die
when for the first time
in my whole life
i have a reason to live
what causes these thoughts
what takes over inside
and makes me feel
what i do not want to feel
and causes me such pain
tears roll down my face
feeling like acid
etching their trail of fire
and i do not understand
i do not know who i am
i feel so lost and afraid
so untouched by it all
knowing that there is wrong
not understanding how to stop
and where to turn
god help me i am not sure
how much longer i can
keep on holding the edges
together as they unravel
in my hands,unsure of whether i
am trying to weave them
back together or if i
am picking them apart
is this how insanity feels
this apathy and caring
mixed together with sadness
and numbness so that you
never know which feeling will be
on top of the pile of emotions
that someone in jest calls life
a mouse in a maze has
more purpose to his wanderings
than i do to my days
i lift up one end of things
and the other side tilts and
spills out onto the floor
and as i am picking up all of
the mess i have to let go
and everything falls
and i sit in the middle and
find that i do not care
why should i keep picking things
up when they will only fall again
why keep trying
to what purpose is all of my
striving to hang on
hang on till when till what
where is the joy i had found
where is the love that
i had just started to feel
i have to find my way
and i do not even know why
not even aware of what
it is that would be necessary
to locate myself
wanting to curl into a ball
and just go away
somewhere i do not have to
feel and fight and try
siting here i want to die
dying here i want to live

~susan
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Susan, what a tortured poem. I feel for you and the emotions that must have made you write this.
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Title: Petal's of Sunshine
Artist: Dorothy Tinkham Kutz
Oil on Panel; 14"x18"
Originally painted for grandmother on her birthday.



By The HEART
A bowl ful of floral is a bowl full of love,
Omen of the heart, cupid and white doves.
Togetherness and caring,
Planning and sharing,
Glimpses of life that can fit like a glove.
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TitLe: THE RED BRA
Artist: PurplePansy of WC
All dressed up for the party.



BEAUTIFUL AND RED

It was so beautiful, lacy, sexy and red,
Lovely to wear, what more to be said.
Alas, it did not suit the dress,
Nor the curve of my flesh,
Would give me pain I'd face with dread.

So it lay discarded but not replaced,
Beautiful with it's inset of French Lace,
A silken garment refined,
The only one of it's kind,
Set aside with tears; what a waste.

Still I carry the memory in my head,
Such a heart throbbing beautiful red.
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Title: TWO HEART
"Telus 2008 Calendar
We all want to play cupid but how
many want to learn archery."



MAKIN' WHOOPEE !!

Fish do it and die,
Men do it and lie,
Inevitably they all get caught,
Don't do what they're taught,
Still takes two; a gal and a guy.
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Faye thanks so much for the lovely poem to go with my painting. You amaze me.
I have looked and read more on here and I must say we have some very talented people like yourself who not only paint but write as well.
Thanks again, I appreciate the time you took to write it.
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I see myself observing myself observing myself observing myself
How many me's can there be
in this "here" and "now" place
ripples in a pond, light streams in a galaxy

I am here, but here is different to all
who touch upon the the secrets
of who they are
and then, who are they

I am that I am observing I am
playing in a stream of thought spaces
who am I but the thought I am currently being
consciously, or unconsciously manifesting my world.

In this abyss
endless in it's infinitie's
I remember who I am
on thought at a time
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I see myself observing myself observing myself observing myself

The figure in blue and red is being observed by a figure that echo's out from him, further going into abstraction, finally into a higher self, or we(infinite) consciousness by the figure that comes over the top with the red head.

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How many me's can there be
This is a representation that I spit into about seven Me's, each with a consciousness, knowing themselves, observing themselves, yet with one consciouse thinker that is the spear head for the whole thing, Our Free Will.

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in this "here" and "now" place

Read some Echart Tolle if you don't know what Here and Now means. In the present moment all the perspectives I hold at one time exist in one here and now represented by the figures. That is purly a representation as there really is no limitation of how many times one can split themsleves. We are in fact fragmented and most of the time our challenge is actually to bring ourselves back together.


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ripples in a pond, light streams in a galaxy

One's consciousness of abserving themselves is not limmited to this little planet. Even the concept of GOD or Creator consists of everything in this infinite universe. Still small if you think of the infinite number of infinities. To me this is echo'ed by the different figures observing each other. How big can we think of ourselves being. Surely we are bigger than this little piece of flesh we call a body. The MIND is unlimited in it's potential, and in oneness is all that is as there is no separation. It is a matter of what we can believe. Again this concept can be illustrated by the figures in different perceptions of observation. Again taking it back to the picture.

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I am here, but here is different to all
who touch upon the the secrets
of who they are
and then, who are they

Everyone see's through different eyes. Different lives have been lived by all, each seeing through different eyes. The observational platforms represented by the figures in the piece each reflect upon how much one actually know's of themselves. In the mysteries "to know thyself" is of the greatests quests. Each observational platform one is able to step out, the greater their palaying field of how they know themselves to be. How far into the multidemensionality is one able to travel in their mind. In many ways I would say that is more real than here, as here, is the illusion.



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I am that I am observing I am
This quote is a basic understanding of who we all are. I AM. What that entails is a lifes journey. The figure with the Blue, white and red face on the right is this individual embarking on that inquisition.

Quote:

playing in a stream of thought spaces
who am I but the thought I am currently being
consciously, or unconsciously manifesting my world.

Everything is thought. Each observer is a different thougt. It is our ability to observe ourselves, and then observing that from different perspectives that help us manifest here on this physical plane. Most do it unconsciously. We are learning to have awareness while we do it. The composition of the painting talkes about that alegory.

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In this abyss
endless in it's infinitie's
I remember who I am
on thought at a time

If you understood the rest of my post this last one would make sense as a wrap up. The abyss is the Tao, the mind space that is us. Remember that and you remember yourself, one thought at a time. In the painting that movement is shown as the figures echo out.

I hope this helps you to understand how the powem relates to the painting. Many Blessings, I send everyone here love.
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