I find that acrylics dry very fast - which is supposed to be its charm; however, I find that because of that quality they don't blend as nicely as the oils. The oils, for one thing, are softer and more flexible than the acrylics. Also, the colors are brighter with oils.
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A vegan diet takes care of most of what we need to do. But you'll also want to minimize the use of oils generally, because while olive oil and other vegetable oils are better for your heart than chicken fat, they are as fattening as animal fats.
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France is for Lovers
It's Paris in the Springtime
as the fluers de lis flower
Singing hymns to the fresh new floral scents.
Paintings hang in the monuments
to great men and their moments
showing oils and acrylics trapping hymns.
And that architectural marvel that is called the Eiffel Tower
towers over sights and smells and sounds of spring.
It is here that you lay your head to rest now.
It is here that you bring other heads to rest.
It is in Paris in the Springtime that is for lovers.
And if I could afford the plane ticket over
you would have to see me regardless
of all the child support you try to make me pay.
poem by John W. McEwers
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Smelling the Day: Father and Son
Here is a time-tested weather rhyme:
'If with your nose you smell the day,
Stormy weather's on the way.'
There is the rhyme, and here is the reason:
As Andy Dappen wrote,
'Plants release oils into the atmosphere,
'And research indicates
That the higher the humidity,
The more oils the plants give off.
'This produces the distinctive odor
Many of us recognize when we say,
'Smells like rain today.''
When with his nose he smelled the day,
My father, a seasoned farmer, would say,
'Heads up, son! Smells like rain today.'
poem by Monty Gilmer
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Some People
some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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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 can't smear acrylics, you know, it dries too fast.
quote by Howard Finster
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My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.
quote by Paul Cezanne
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Your Belief Makes It So
If you say ' I can heal' lets say
you will—your body will then obey.
For it is all about a state of mind—
it has to be sane I sincerley do find.
Your mind has to be emotionally stable
then you can affirm for which you are able.
I was lucky I got out of a funk
I am grateful I can say that much.
For oils of Dr. Gregory helped me get on track
get my mind stable and nervous system back.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Life and Sand.
Lena sits and waits. The artist has
Wandered off, gone to the john or
To a bar or to have a quickie with
The local slut, she doesn't know.
She's been here before, the same
Being left behind, the silent studio
Situation, smell of paint, oils and
Other artist's tools and useful stuff.
She has modelled for others and
They've always been the same, being
Lost in another world, stinking of
Turpentine, paint, sex, and all the rest.
She crosses her legs. Sniffs the air.
Wearing the green dress he wanted
Her to wear, her well brushed hair.
She recalls the artist's antics the night
Before, the want of sex, the fumbling
In the dark, the creaky bed, the banging
Away, all those images left in her head.
She uncrosses her legs. Other paintings
Lay around, some leaning against walls,
Some framed, some not, some sold,
Some recent, all modern, some old.
She wonders if she will be like these,
Left aside, used, done with, her oils dried,
Sitting waiting, her youth has died,
And she waits with the ticking of the
Clock, the moving hand, the hour glass
And the slow running out of life and sand.
poem by Terry Collett
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Poem about Poetry - Words and Life
he has learnt all the words
but where is the life to put
all the words in
he has taken all the oils
but where are the visions
to put them all into
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
Your Belief Makes It So
If you say " I can heal" lets say
you will—your body will then obey.
For it is all about a state of mind—
it has to be sane I sincerley do find.
Your mind has to be emotionally stable
then you can affirm for which you are able.
I was lucky I got out of a funk
I am grateful I can say that much.
For oils of Dr. Gregory helped me get on track
get my mind stable and nervous system back.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 14,2012
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My Darling
My darling passed in a dream,
My world went with him.
All I have remaining are his bathing oils
And visions of his masculinity.
If only these withered hands
Could recall the times we caressed
It would suffice on this winter day.
Then I would not have to conceal
My sorrow with a smile.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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First Etchings
if I painted pictures
I would draw you in charcoal
wash away drama tears in watercolours
paint dimensionality of durability soul in oils
span a universe of senses touch emotions thoughts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I can set up shop anywhere. I've got my oils, I've got my yoga mat and I'm good to go. I must know good yoga classes in about 25 cities on this planet.
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Food For Thought
If you have been eating
those foods, you should be skipping.
It's time to change your game.
It's not really what they claim.
Your health you gain.
I do speak plain.
Pick right the oils,
then you may foil,
effects that really spoil.
Your body's health,
Which is your wealth.
There is no measure,
you should treasure.
Sexuality at its Prime
he carries
a musculinity
that pours out of
his every cell,
a physique inadequate
to contain the volume
of his manliness
she carries a feminity
with a tenderness that
oozes out of an angel,
every little move
that works to tame
his wildest fantasy,
that oils her own sexuality
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Fast Train
Written by: myles goodwyn
I read the colors this mornin
I read the colors today
About a man who left from nowhere to be someone
And every day he has to pay in every way
I met a man from new york city
He spoke of things Ive yet to find
A good man driven from his homeland
Tryin to find some piece of mind
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Essential Oils—are wrung
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Essential Oils—are wrung—
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns—alone—
It is the gift of Screws—
The General Rose—decay—
But this—in Lady's Drawer
Make Summer—When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Yellow Stone
Poor yellow stone.
Yet another victim of oils unending greed
Winding down a river so clean.
It is no longer so pristine.
Gas sky rocking upon our great travels
And again it harming our environment
Mother nature you will have your revenge
With a sweet and unending embrace.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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