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The artist in Sowmya

The Artist in Sowmya

On the scene there arrived a cover,
Where beautiful flowers did hover,
In an ecstatic profuse shower,
As a wonderful collage'bower.

Many a drawing the cover closeted,
And on each my eyes got rivetted;
The designs were intricately matted,
And the etched drawings astounded.

The bigger charts—true -a feat,
To view the lovely paintings neat,
The aghast heart missed a beat;
It was to the eyes a bounteous treat.

Bound I'm to specially mention,
About the remarkable two, sections;
The distant snow-capped mountains,
With the green shrubbery in confrontation.

And the exquisite bird of Paradise,
With its colourful plumage, did entice;
The young artist's skill—singularly nice,
Could be honed to secure a prize.

May God bless you, Sowmya dear,
With a long healthy life to steer;
May you be perched high in many a sphere,
And be filled with happiness clear
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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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A Brush With Genius

Before the brush was in his hand,
The artist said a prayer!
For all his friends across the land
With whom he planned to share...
Lions, tigers and bears, oh, my!
The artist sketched them all,
So expertly, for by and by,
Each one would grace his wall...

Each canvas like a photograph,
A treasure to behold,
As if that wasn't quite enough,
Each one was framed in gold...
Each masterpiece was well received
And prints were sold worldwide,
As tributes to what he'd achieved,
Of which he should take pride...

And yet here was a humble man,
Self-taught and yet what skill,
Yet when we do the best we can,
There's bound to be a thrill...
Release your hidden genius
And God will bless you, too!
Like Stephen Gayford can bless us
With paintings old and new...

Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.

The poem is based on the magnificent paintings by
artist Stephen Gayford of gayfordgallery-dot-com

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

poem by Denis Martindale
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Paradise

Hm, hm
Hm, hm, hm, hm
Just like a welcome fire
That comes in the cold
You make my heart warm
And a little more love is born
And i'm caught up once again on you
Soft as a rose, your tenderness glows
But you're so strong
And i know i'm gonna love you long
Well, crazy maybe
But i've seen paradise
Here in your eyes
I'm in seventh heaven
Ooh, there's nothing quite
Like spending your life
With a special someone
It feels so right
When the lights are out
And i'm in the dark
I'm not afraid, no
Long as i can get a piece of your heart
And the wind sighs
I love you
Specially when we touch
I need it so much
And i'm glad that we found love
Let the record show that i know that i've
Seen paradise here in your eyes
I'm in seventh heaven
Ooh, there's nothing quite
Like spending your life
With a special someone
It feels so right
Hmm, ooh (paradise)
Hey, i'm in para, para-dise, yeah
I'm in paradise, you know
You know that i like, you know that i like
You know that i like to be in paradise
(paradise) i'm in paradise
And for those who think that there's no such thing
As eternity, they should take a look at you and me
We have got the perfect harmony
Specially when we touch
You know i need it, oh, so much
I'm in heaven specially when i'm with you, hey
I'm in paradise (paradise)
I'm in paradise, paradise and a
Here in your life
Here in your eyes (paradise)
Oh really, i'm in paradise
You know that i like, you know that i like
You know that i like to be in paradise
(paradise) i wanna move with you
I wanna groove you, baby
With me, with me in paradise
I said i'm in paradise
Ooh, ooh, hoo (paradise)
Yeah, to be in paradise with you and me
To be enough, paradise here in your eyes
Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh
You that i like, you know that i like
You know that i like, you know that i like
You know that i like
You know that i like, i like
I like to be in paradise
Spending my life, spending my life
Spending my life, spending my life
Spending all my life with you
Here in paradise, wooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

song performed by by Natalie Cole, music by Natalie Cole and Marvin Yancy
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Esther and Seymour

Some 50 years ago they met Alone and scared, their eyes still wet Viictims of a life so tossed survivors of the Holocaust. As a fairy says... Once a upon a time Esther and Seymour married in Heidenhein. Germany was just a temporary arena For their first lovely child they named Helena. They finally had happiness some people would say. Asvthey boarded a ship for the U. S. of A. America gave them a new start on their life Seymour now had a child, a new home and a new life! From Boston they journeyed to a place called New York Their second addition was delivered by stork. From life they were getting a real high...quite woozie They now had 2 girls, called the second one Susie! As Seymour to sing... He'll sing you a note. But his real talent was to sew you a coat. And if you were bored with your life's and it's glory Just ask Seymour to tell you a good old war story! He'll whistle like birds and He'll sing like the flowers. But his word stories will keep you enraptured for hours. As for dear Esther she'll cook you dish. Her real specially is a Gefilte fish! , , If her feet are not hurting she'll go for some walks And some people might say that she sings when she talks. In the summer they needed to have some real thrills So they trekked to the heaven called the Catskills. The packed up their car and off they would go And they set up their camp in their own bungalow.! Their happiness increased like the miracle of Hannukah As their first grandchild their fabulous Moncia. Their smiles grew quite bigger and happiness thrived. As their second beautiful grandchild Joannna arrived! When Seymour retired they moved to hot Boca As ' Esther won fame as a card shark in poker. To stayed married for 50 is a feat really swell But once in a while you might hear them yell! Seymour is always a man on the go Sometimes he! ll tell Esther 'What the hell do you know? ' Butb seriouslybfolksbthese 2 are not meek Two wonderful people..? Both somewhat unique so lift up your glasses and show these our love We wish them a hearty, healthy, a sincere Mazel Tov! ! ! This poem written by Howard Hopenwasser

poem by Susan Garelick
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXXVI: Cover

We cover bitterness with satyr
We cover sadness with smile
We cover happiness with tears
We cover pride with stubbornness
We cover anger with jokes
We cover grudge with loyalty
We cover love with play
We cover lust with generosity
We cover sorrow with toughness
We cover ambition with hard work
We cover hope with pessimism
We cover fear with deniable
We cover dream with horror
We cover shame with sarcasm
We cover lone with rebellion
We cover clueless with boasting
We cover ignorance with invisibility
We cover truth with shadow
We cover trouble with distraction
We cover envy with humiliation
We cover lie with innocence

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Wonderful Wonderful Dream

As i walk by the sea
I hear the breeze blowing in my ear
whispering of things never heard

A land that cover by fog
A city under the sea
A flying city in the sky
And how i wish i could see it all

In the night i dream a wonderful dream
Of a land cover by fog
Where creatures never before seen
Beautiful unicorn
running with the wind
Lovely fairies
Flying everywhere

Of a city under the sea
where lovely mermaid
swim and dance
with lovely music all around

Of a flying city in the sky
where live a race
never known
Wizard, witches, sorcerer and sorceress

From the land that cover by fog
to the city under the sea
From the city under the sea
to the flying city in the sky
From the flying city in the sky
to my bed in a room
where the sun had shine in
and awaken from my wonderful wonderful dream
Sigh.............
How i wish to remain in my wonderful dream

poem by Josephine Lee
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Butterflies

Butterflies are lovely
Butterflies are colourful
They are immensely pleasing
While I see them flitting

From flower to flower
From bower to bower
God's beautiful creation
Wonderful to heart's recreation.

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The First Artist and Author.

The first artist painted the sky with colors, such beauty,

Look at those sunsets, and the mountains, such reality;

The mountains, have shadows, of splendor that only the Master can do,

Yes! It's God who was the first Artist, and He also taught me too.

The first great artist painted the colors on the sea,

Blues, greens, aquas, Only one could do this you see;

And when there is a storm near, the sea goes so dark blue,

Yes! God is the first great artist, to paint it for me and you.

The first great Artist, loved to teach David to write poetry,

And also king Solomon, writing words of such beauty;

Oh such magnificent works, of color and in each word,

Yes! There is only one who could do this it is the Lord.

Then. We see in every rainbow, and in each shell as well,

Look at the colored sands, and in every bird, it does tell;

Then look at each animal, and also the petals of each flower too

Then as you look at these, , give Thanks for doing it for me and you.

poem by Margaret Haig
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Flower and Bird

Amongst the lonely branches of a tree,
Stood a lovely flower fragrant and free,
She was the sight of every passer-by,
'What a beautiful flower! ' people would cry.
The flower in the prime of its youth,
Couldn’t identify life and its real truth,
Proud by its fragrance and beauty it stood,
And thought that beauty was what made it good,
Impressed by its beauty a little bird would sing,
The tale of its love and the whole valley would ring,
Perched on the branch of the great oak tree,
The bird sings its love for the flower to see,
People would stop and look at this tale,
Of the beautiful lady and the gallant male.
And one day the bird let its heart out,
And the beautiful flower refused with pout,
The bird wanting its beloved’s heart,
Asked her, 'What do I do so that we don’t part? '
And the proud flower told the lonely bird,
'There is a flower down the valley, have you heard?
Its brilliant red, is said is more beautiful than me,
So dear bird, make me red, as red as I can be! '
The bird said, 'But your beauty is no match,
So beautiful are you that my heart, you did catch! '
The flower in its pride and anger,
Told the bird 'Oh! Don’t bother',
The sadness in its eyes, the bird couldn’t see,
And said, 'I gift the colour red to thee! '
Saying this he pierced his heart on a thorn,
And spilt the blood on her till he was torn,
And the flower indeed did become red,
With the love of the little bird’s blood,
People would stare at the beautiful flower,
And amongst the branches it would hover,
The people passing soon forgot the song of the bird,
But the silent lament of the flower was never heard,
The flower never forgot the love of its bird,
But the melody of the poor bird was never heard!

poem by Supriya Mothay
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Being a cover artist is not like being a real artist. That's just copying what someone else did.

quote by Sebastian Bach
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The River of Leith

As I stood upon the Dean Bridge and viewed the beautiful scenery,
I felt fascinated and my heart was full of glee,
And I exclaimed in an ecstasy of delight,
In all my travels I never saw such a sight.

The scenery is so enchanting to look upon
That all tourists will say, "Dull care, be gone."
'Tis certainly a most lovely spot,
And once seen it can never be forgot.

Then away! away! to the River of Leith,
That springs from the land of heather and heath,
And view the gorgeous scenery on a fine summer day.
I'm sure it will drive dull care away.

The water-fall near the Bridge is most beautiful to be seen,
As it falls and shines like crystal in the sunsheen;
And the sound can be heard all day long,
While the innocent trouts sing an aquatic song.

The glen is a cool spot in the summer time.
There the people can be shaded from the sunshine
Under the spreading branches of the big trees,
And there's seats there to rest on if they please.

Then near St. Bernard's Well there's a shady bower,
Where the lovers, if they like, can spend an hour;
And while they rest there at their ease
They can make love to each other if they please.

The water of St. Bernard's Well is very nice,
But to get a drink of it one penny is the price.
I think in justice the price is rather high,
To give a penny for a drink when one feels dry.

The braes of the River Leith is most charming to be seen,
With its beautiful trees and shrubberies green,
And as the tourist gazes on the river in the valley below,
His heart with joy feels all aglow.

There the little trouts do sport and play
During the live-long summer day,
While the bee and butterfly is on the wing,
And with the singing of birds the glen doth ring.

The walk underneath the Dean Bridge is lovely to see.
And as ye view the scenery it will fill your heart with glee.
It is good for the people's health to be walking there
As they gaze on the beauties of Nature and inhale pure air.

The Dean Bridge is a very magnificent sight,
Because from the basement it is a great height.
And it seems most attractive to the eye,
And arrests the attention of strangers as they pass by.

The braes of Belgrave Crescent is lovely to see,
With its beautiful walks and green shrubbery.
'Tis health for the people that lives near by there
To walk along the bonny walks and breathe the sweet air.

Therefore all lovers of the picturesque, bo advised by me
And the beautiful scenery of the River Leith go and see,
And I am sure you will get a very great treat,
Because the River of Leith scenery cannot be beat.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Butterfly On Eye Screen

Butterfly on eye screen
Enlightens heart and wins
Nice to watch beautiful scene
One might feel missed chance if seen

Lovely to watch their different colors
White, green, yellow and like rose flowers
They all comes up after first rainy showers
Show it to the world that they hold key to powers

What a way to feel near the nature!
When it looks pleasant to take their care
They fly from one flower to another
To touch the face and fly to others

Poetic imagination may catch fancy
As it is beautiful gift from almighty
Who else can grant them such lovely show?
To please the human being and grow

Lovers may have slight different feeling
As they may watch them with love inkling
How often they show their liking for flowers?
Kind of an impulse to be felt by only lovers

Their life can be compared with that of true love
Very short lived and dangerous if not carefully drove
Their wings may get clipped and ruined
If caught with force and claimed

In no way they need to be harmed
Allow e freedom to move on and charmed
It is always nice to dream and be dreamed
As they are another name for pair to be teamed

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All things beautiful

I love girls,
They give my heart swirls,
They make feel up,
When they say hey was sup,

I ? girls cause they're beautiful,
I love girls because they're cute,
I would love girls without the looks,
I don't care if they're deaf or mute,

Because love has no ears or sight,
Love sneaks up on you like a thief in the night,
So don't judge a book by its cover,
You do not know it but they could be your lover,

You do not see a flower,
And wish to see it loose it's power,
So don't treat girls as toys,
Because these girls try so hard for the boys,

So give a wink, give a smile,
Provide some time, is always worth while,
To see a face light up like dawn,
Out of pain and being scorn,

It is so much better,
To receive a love letter,
Than to see someone's eyes,
Burn with your demise,

So treat your girls nice,
Or feel the burn of ice,
You think your so tough,
But girls can play rough,

They truly are amazing creatures,
With lovely spirits and great features,
So is not better to see true beauty's eyes,
Than watch a girl tear up and disguise.

I wish I could be someones dream man,
But that will have to wait,
God has called me for a higher purpose,
To protect me from a saddened state,

So all the girls big and round,
Don't beat yourself up, get off the ground,
True beauty lies within the soul,
Stand true stand tall,
You are beautiful just by being you,
They're aren't many girls who actually have a clue,
That looks and great hair,
Fade and get bare,

Stand up for your beliefs,
And get healed with Gods relief,
He loves you as a child,
Even when you go wild,

- to all the girls confused or in doubt,
Don't give me those look, stop that big pout,
Your beautiful to me,
Your beautiful can't you see? !

poem by Jordan Moore
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With Human Aspects

Eye that betrays
But still stays
In mind and at heart
Is it not a beautiful art?

Ensures somewhere to meet
A rare and remarkable feat
Where love reigns supreme
Meeting of mind and body is only theme

Some battles are fought
Queens at palaces are sought
Beauty and lust only reasons
What a thought in mind of persons?

Eyes a beautiful medium to enjoy the nature
Imagine a beautiful flower to come up for sure
Can that not snatch and take away evil thoughts?
The peace and harmony is really brought

What do we need in real life to see?
A nice surrounding and naturally free
Eyes to reach from end to another
Survey it with full care and nothing to bother

Eyes to compensate and cool down the rage
To see lovely things on beautiful page
Dream of world and crowning glory
Altogether different and nice story

What we try to see may not be real!
We may expect it as good deal
We may also be very eager to put a seal
But these all can be considered as unreal

Well less said is better
The effect can be seen alter
Nothing can be had by force
You may be left with nothing but only curse

Try to see it with human aspects
You got to command and get the respect
Eyes may speak everything
Reveal truth and hide nothing

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Makeup

When you wake up in the morning
And you put the makeup upon your face
Do you try to cover up the age and lines
Or only the sins and deceptions and the disgrace.
Do you try to place on a happy smile
By putting bright lipstick upon your lips
Or do you try to cover up your own hard life
Something that someone like you never forgets.
And as you look into your mirror
Do you powder the many lines upon your face
The lines that has stretched from years ago
Unto the present days of your life and waste.
Do you try to cover up the bags under your eyes
From all the many restless and sleepless nights
The nights when you cared not where you went
As long as you went and held on to someone tight.
Do you place the powder upon your cheeks
To make you look so cheerful and so very nice
But as they say you cant judge a book by its cover
And if they knew you, they need only to think twice.
And as you are preparing yourself for the day
With your makeup in front of you and on the shelf
Does it take you a little longer to put it on each day
As you try to cover yourself up and become someone else.
The makeup you have will you pass it along one day
And then show someone else how to cover up their lines
Maybe your sisters or even maybe your daughters
That is though if they need to cover up their lying.
And do you ever step back away from your mirror
Do you ever try to look at yourself as a whole
Does it ever bring tears into your heart and eyes
Do you ever wish that you still had a soul.
So as your prepare to start your brand new morning
With your lipstick and powders and so much more
Do you ever wish that you could just wash your face clean
And never have to cover up your ways and lies from the nights before.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Child's Plea....!

I am that kid,
Sometimes wise,
Sometime innocently
foolish,
But remaining ever curious to learn,
Anyone including you,
Be my teachers,
Clouds and rain, rainbow and trees,
Rivers and mountains,
fishes and lakes,
Kingfisher and woodpecker,
Even birds and flowers too!

I wonder at this dream world,
Wonderful stars shining in eyes,
Please be kind enough,
Let my child and its grand child,
Also wonder at beauty of this
world, Please kill not colourful animals
and birds,
Spill not the nature's gift, this
beautiful world is always
beautiful with colours of life
shining everywhere!
You may create beautiful glass
tree,
No bird will nest on it,
No bird can sing happily and perch its beak
its beak on it,
You may create artificial flowers,
Never liked by bees and butterfly,
you may create toy butterfly,
but that can't bring me thrill,
Come out to garden,
Let us play,
Promise me,
no life you ever try to slay.

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Cover Me

Im not afraid
I can count on you
To catch me now
Ill just let go
One thing is true you wont let me down
With your arms around to
Cover me
With the sweetest touch Ive ever known
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone
I know that smile
Its like a shelter over me
Your arms will reach me wherever my heart leads
Ill blindly believe youll
Cover me
With the sweetest touch Ive ever known
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone
Cover me
I lay beneath the sky above
I close my eyes and let your love
Cover me
Cover me
With the sweetest touch Ive ever known
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone
Cover me
With the sweetest touch Ive ever known
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone
Cover me
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone

song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Something Wonderful And Beautiful

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A poem about the wildlife artist, Stephen Gayford

The artist stood with brush in hand
And prayed God would be kind
Enough to help him understand
The secrets he could find...
Then he began to paint away,
Each layer gently laid,
All expertise, all skills in play,
So he could pass the grade...

To pass the grade and then excel,
Until no more to do
And only then, bid it farewell,
When it was sold to you...
You thought it something wonderful
And beautiful to buy,
Majestic and adorable
And pleasing to the eye...

The artist smiled with heartfelt joy
While holding back his tears,
His expertise you could employ,
Financing all his years...
Success began with you, my friend,
We each owe you a debt,
Because you helped to start a trend
That no-one could forget...

From that day on, the artist stood
With paintings left and right,
To be the best, not just the good,
To reach the highest height...
Perfecting here, perfecting there,
Enhancing light and shade,
So paintings looked beyond compare
Thanks to the prayers he prayed...

Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.

The poem is based on the magnificent website
gayfordgallery-dot-com where we can visit and
enjoy wonderful artwork meant for one and all.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:

denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

poem by Denis Martindale
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your sweet beautiful kind a heart of good eyes as beautiful to look inot as they look into everyones soul in the bottom of your soul a greatness filled with love and a fullfillness of sweetness hearts beats lasting as long as a life age a thought so so pure so nice really kind when seasons change and days get long and short and full moons fill the sky and outshine all the stars combined knowin u is like all this wen winter leaves and a beautiful spring arrvies and all is lush and green soa re thought of u and ur beauty time seems to stand stil speakin to you ur smile ur happiness outshines all other things in anyones lives may heavens eternal bless you always and forever for you deserve no less always the best.

poem by Dorian Suchelle
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The Falconer Of God

I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying.
I said, “Wait on, wait on, while I ride below!
I shall start a heron soon
In the marsh beneath the moon—
A strange white heron rising with silver on its wings,
Rising and crying
Wordless, wondrous things;
The secret of the stars, of the world’s heart-strings
The answer to their woe.
Then stoop thou upon him, and grip and hold him so!”

My wild soul waited on as falcons hover.
I beat the reedy fens as I trampled put.
I heard the mournful loon
In the marsh beneath the moon.
And then, with feathery thunder, the bird of my desire
Broke from the cover
Flashing silver fire.
High up among the stars I saw his pinions spire.
The pale clouds gazed aghast
As my falcon stooped upon him, and gript and held him fast.

My soul dropped through the air—with heavenly plunder?—
Gripping the dazzling bird my dreaming knew?
Nay! but a piteous freight,
A dark and heavy weight
Despoiled of silver plumage, its voice forever stilled—
All of the wonder
Gone that ever filled
Its guise with glory. O bird that I have killed,
How brilliantly you flew
Across my rapturous vision when first I dreamed of you!

Yet I fling my soul on high with new endeavor,
And I ride the world below with a joyful mind.
I shall start a heron soon
In the marsh beneath the moon—
A wondrous silver heron its inner darkness fledges!
I beat forever
The fens and the sedges.
The pledge is still the same—for all disastrous pledges,
All hopes resigned!
My soul still flies above me for the quarry it shall find!

poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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A Dot On White Sheet!

Green leaves of spring are not there;
Colourful flowers of all seasons are gone;
Only white snow covers all in winter!
Winter snow thick or thin is white sheet
That covers all colourful things long!

Scrubbing snow on the road is a daily exercise
To clear route for all vehicles to go smooth;
All covered with fur cloth move in the street;
This white snow is like a white sheet of paper;
All the movements on it are the dots of scribble!

Writers are hungry of white paper to write on;
Poets are fond of writing poems on white sheet;
And the matters on white paper are men on snow;
But nobody likes winter as all are for colourful life!

poem by Ramesh T A
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