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The Paint-King, envious of his cunning art,
To him the tinted palette would not lend;
So has he dipped the pencil in his heart,
And with his light and shade its hues still blend.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Envy Exposed
Green with Envy does not describe
The color worn by this foul Sin
For green is the color of living things
An Envious Heart has no life therein
The color Blue for Envy will not do
Blue is the sky where freedom sings
In skies so many dreams take flight
An Envious Heart has no wings
Envy cannot dress in Yellow or Gold
The warm colors of the life giving Sun
An Envious Heart is so bitterly cold
With no joie de vivre for all of life’s fun
Envy dare not wear any shade of Red
A color so linked to precious bloodshed
Blood is sacred not to be wantonly shed
An Envious Heart would bleed others till dead
Purple is the color of Passionate fire
An Envious Heart knows only Hate’s ire
Pink is a color where innocent youth may abide
An Envious Heart is tired and shriveled inside
Nor can Envy ‘s color be Black as night
For the star filled night is laced with light
Envy won’t wear Purity’s symbolic White
An Envious Heart does not own such a right
Envy cannot even lay its claim to Grey
(Muddled mix of color though be as it may)
Grey is the color of softness seen
An Envious Heart is hard and mean
What Envy wears best is Invisibility
So denuded of Soul none would wish to see
No color born of Heaven will suit it well
An Envious Heart will be naked in Hell
poem by Mary Havran
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Colors on my palette
Tiny dishes on my palette
filled with a rainbow of colors
that I meticulously mixed;
arranged like a row of flowers
that I'll use to paint her portrait.
Cadmium yellow for her hair;
white and yellow ochre create
her flesh tone; perhaps if I dare
a dab of cadmium red.
Cadmium deep red for her lips;
perhaps a lighter shade instead.
Cerulean blue for her eyes;
and like a statue she will pose
while my paint laden bristles flow.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Master Painter
The master painter unfolds his palette
Strokes generously with his brush,
The sky explodes with images of delight,
An inspiration, for the mind, and heart.
Turner would be envious of such a canvas.
But all too soon the inspiration fades
The light extinguishes and darkness comes
For just moments you painted with your mind
Flew with the eagles into the soaring beauty
Escaped the everyday for the world of imagination
poem by James Tipp
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I miss my twin sister
My twin sister...
Many people said like that to us
Even, we are not coming from the same dad and mom
But our figure are almost the same
I remember when the time she visit me and my husband
My tears came up from my eyes
I don't know why i did that
Maybe because i need her to share my feeling
I need her to hear my story
You lend me everything
You lend me your books
You lend me your Bible
You lend me your dress
You give many precious gifts to me
You lend me your husband to take me
You lend me your husband to hear my sharing
I am sorry my sister, I know i hurt you
But, i never want to replace your place
He is your King
and You are his Queen
No one can't doubt me for that
Please, smile for me
You look so pretty with that dress
He is so lucky to have you
Pray for me.... so i can live my life with smile
Sonnet: Whither Thy Art, Man?
Yes, men and women, paint their eyelashes,
And dye their hair in hues and paint their nails;
And wear head-bands, multi-colored sashes,
And paint the tortoises and shells of snails.
Some paint their bodies fully or one-half;
Some paint their country’s flag over their face;
Some look like leopards, lions, clowns that laugh;
Some tattoo pictures or paint words so base.
Some paint their naked bodies as if dressed
Or apply stickers of men, Gods or beast;
Their art on human skins looks to them best
And dance in ritual for a sumptuous feast.
The art of man has gone so crazy now,
For men paint Dogs, cats, cattle, also cow.
poem by John Celes
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Paint The Sky With Stars
Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo rise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars
Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the mightnight sky
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly
As the heaven seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
song performed by by Enya
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Light The Shade
When you're feeling lonely
And you heart is hungry
I'll light the shade
When the moon escapes you
And the sun denies you
I'll light the shade
When the question's pending
You feel it all descending
I'll light the shade
Out answer searching
When it's all confusing
I'll light the shade
Out answer searching
When it's all confusing
I'll light the shade
When the moon escapes you
And the sun denies you
I'll light the shade
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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Light The Shade
When you're feeling lonely
And you heart is hungry
I'll light the shade
When the moon escapes you
And the sun denies you
I'll light the shade
When the question's pending
You feel it all descending
I'll light the shade
Out answer searching
When it's all confusing
I'll light the shade
Out answer searching
When it's all confusing
I'll light the shade
When the moon escapes you
And the sun denies you
I'll light the shade
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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Studio visit
Feet slightly apart, firm
as at stable ease, yet
ready for the glorious unexpected;
left thumb, pressured
white to pink under the nail,
hooked through wooden palette,
its organic shape summoning
some internal organ – heart,
lungs, kidneys, liver –
squeezed dabs of pure pigment,
waiting, vivid, muted, or in
a cosmic swirl of some new sight;
looked me in the eye and said,
ordinary is so beautiful… the studio silenced,
paint brush poised,
and the whole singing world, given
now a blessing, to be its ever
miracle of light and life and space,
of the ordained, of ordered
breath of life shaped as a palette,
shaped as an eye, sheds inner light
on outer, mind that knows only
present here and now; his gaze,
still on mine; waiting for the sight
of the miraculous in pupil of my eye,
mind as his canvas, waiting too
for the world made ever new;
‘only watch, and all else happens;
ordinary is so beautiful.’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Paint my eyes in flowers
paint my hands in dragons
paint my back in windings
paint my arms in lightening
paint my neck in anks
my forehead intricate lines
paint my shoulder butterflies
paint my heart in henna
in henna of red in henna of black
body paint my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Evening clouds
Clouds seh I abendwaerts
Completely dipped into purest glow,
Clouds in light zerhaucht completely,
Had so stifling darkened.
Yes! my suspecting heart says to me:
Once still it becomes whether also late,
When the sun comes down,
Me the soul shade clarifies.
poem by Johann Ludwig Uhland
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Ode to Pencils
Pencil o pencil
What would i use to trace the stencil
Possibly crayon, marker, or a pen
Unfortunately they are back in the den
Could i use a pencil with color
They might be much taller
So thanks for the pencil to be born
It is easier to draw when there aren't torn
That is my ode
I hope you thought it flowed
poem by Kristi Miller
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Instead of using brushes all the time, try a palette knife to paint.
quote by Frank Bruno
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Colors Inter=Met
rays of red, coruscating
and waves that shed,
glimmering diaphanous
silky mantle of tinted hues
embrace flaming colors
from red, red reddish fuscia,
chinese red to light rose, to
burgandy, purple and violet too
send shimmering showers
blending inside my head
my heart leaps with somersaults
smiles and dances
lightens the mood and muses
lights up the world of reds and yellows
casts a spell on the moon,
rays and beams and shafts
shower a cloak of light and sheer
translucent, vibrating senses
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Poem For Caravaggio - Contemplating 'The Conversion of St. Paul' At 4 a.m.
to George Elder
In the shorter light, the extended
night of cold and star-bright questions,
may you cast clumsy net forward into
what it all might mean to fretted you,
to me, stretched canvas, though I will
not thrust these words upon your paint
or palette but make offering for your
own work to feed us through the eyes;
perhaps time to remount the horse
and soldier on, or to fall again, gain
Damascus perspective, from one's
back watch vision distort massive
horse into a God receding into necessary
darkness foregoing image,
see what may form in the spreading dirt,
what resurrection there is in the smell of paint.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Paint body art beautiful
her majesty the hand
with nail graffiti polish
pain in henna red
paint in henna black
paint paint my heart
paint body art faithful
faithful to the strokes
paint in strokes divine
paint in strokes of red
paint in strokes of black
paint paint my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Lend Me The Light
Lend me the light,
From your soul;
Lend me the celestial
Spark, to get into the
Heaven's heart.
Bask me under the
Heavenly glow of
Love, to learn the
Lesson of Humanity.
Let me be a prism
To separate that
Light into spectrum
Of colors to tinge,
The faded souls
Help them back to
The brighter life!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Blend
blend, how did i ever use that word in my life?
blend with the people i work with, dissolve in their ordinariness
so i cannot be noticed anymore
i wear the same clothes, same brand and even same color to blend
with all of them, and so i am in, not a deviant, not an opposition
not a rebel but a supporter of their cause
blend with the crowd like cuts of carrots and apples and melons
in a blender and nothing is identifiable in that concoction
blend and blend and blend myself with the world and this universe
escape from my uniqueness betray my individuality
as all creeks and rivers all flow to the sea as one entity
away from loneliness, losing myself my thoughts
the I surrendering to the we, the coward one,
blending, and now there is no one, yet why this poetry apart from you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rainbow......o...rainbow
Rainbow
o rainbow,
so distant.
come down from the horizon
sometimes
within the reach of my dreams.
Holding your arch in my palette
would like to paint
my life's whirlwinds
green.
Rainbow
o rainbow,
so distant.
come down from the horizon
sometimes
within the reach of my dreams.
Mirages of my desert
lie colorless
which pastels wont color,
nor does oils or acrylics.
Rainbow
o Rainbow
lent me some color
or paint them
bright and colorful
with your sheen.
Rainbow
o rainbow,
dont be so angry
dont be so cruel
dont lend me your colours
if you dont want
your just being in the horizon
colours crimson
my life, my soul, my dreams.
rainbow
o rainbow
so distant
come down from the horizon
sometimes
within the reach of my dreams.
-anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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You must try to match your colors as nearly as you can to those you see before you, and you must study the effects of light and shade on nature's own hues and tints.
quote by William Merritt Chase
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