“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Cool as a coloquillialism
Art is no job
do what you love
and the rest will lead you astray
To Art is human
Thou Art That
I think
therefore
I project
and put out there
the Golden Rule
and a silver bullet ricochets
silence is gilt
words will never hurt
but sorry makes the hurt
go away, they say
don't look back
at the distance that enchants
your view
where dreams come true
when dreams do become
better than you imagined
save for your future, spend wisely
save your wisdom for a rainy day
spend your future, it expires today
experience is the mother of wisdom
wisdom is the child of possibility
Don't be penny wise and pound foolish
count your chickens at the table
a pound of pennies
are thoughts all the same
and endings must come,
good or bad are just
consolations
for you and me
soon to be
ancient art-
i-facts.
Painting by Giovanni Boldini [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
pirahnas
Society needs
pleasure and fear to feed its
lonely appetite.
Photo By Jh12 (Own work) [Public domain], taken at Aquarium of the Americas in 2007 via Wikimedia Commons.
tursiops
smiles remind us
we are not the only ones
Here-Optimistic.
Image National Undersearch Research Program (NURP) Collection Location: Temperate-Tropical Atlantic & Pacific Ocean Photographer: M. Herko Credit: OAR/National Undersea Research Program (NURP).
Friday, June 17, 2016
In the Out Door
Do not believe,
Just Be-Live, Do
Not exist
Just to exit.
Image By Rosser1954 (Own work) [Public domain], taken 2/21/10 via Wikimedia Commons, Dalmore House front door.
Just Be-Live, Do
Not exist
Just to exit.
Image By Rosser1954 (Own work) [Public domain], taken 2/21/10 via Wikimedia Commons, Dalmore House front door.
My right, your left
It all worked out,
things, that is,
what are nows
are exactly how they
should have been
we never needed
to worry and plan
all that armament
and added security
all for nought
knowing it would be good
as the old days
back then when it was
too dark to see
ahead or two
eyes do nothing
but distract, in fact
you made it that way
blindly feeling
your way
past
ifs
extrasensory gifts
finding a fit
and working your way
back out.
Image of painting by George Frederic Watts, c. 1886, Hope [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Watering wants
Starting with a seed
that has broken its hull
which contains all spores
solidified
which is the same as
visualizing the details
And so where to sow is also
of grave significance
to its future growth.
The miracle is in waiting
and forgetting
you are waiting
this is the cultivation
of fertilization.
Nor will you know
where or when or how
until there are disturbing signs
of a breakthrough below,
still too slow
to see move-ment
Lightly,
nourish the belief
that wishes dig deep
and are just enough
to support the heights and weight
of multi-layered wants and
buried wishes
that may flourish
or become part of more
starting with a seed...
Painting By Целебровский, Пётр Иванович (1859-1921) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Medium fits all
As the novelist is tempted to try
synopsizing and to nimbly stitch
a concise buttoned-up poem,
The poet reaches for the artists brush,
hoping his blended colors
will all come out in one broad stroke
as envisioned,
So does the artist become moved
by music in strokes of the latest
color combinations,
he paints a score to settle harmony
that escapes the canvas as a song,
And all are collaborations
of hand-eye articulation
expression in action,
As the photographer
captures realism completely
out of context,
The actor is able to enunciate
eloquently since he has had the script
beforehand,
interacting with his set he mimes
his role, the actor assumes his costume
as liar and professor,
adapting for his audience
The play,
what to think.
All artists play in living color, mixing
dead words and sterile symbology
waiting to be revived,
imbibed and misinterpreted
as original(s).
Image of painting By Etienne François-Eugène Lecoindre, 1882 (Sotheby's) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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