Jennifersjpgs.shows.it
Last night I had a dream
That suddenly I felt inspired and compelled
To paint a brand new picture.
There I was with paints
Here, there and everywhere,
In a darkened room with this painting
Being created before my very eyes,
The beautiful mixture of shapes,
Forms and vivid colours.
The magnificent outcome was
Something wonderful to me.
Then I realised that next to other paintings
This was merely an average creation,
Nothing outstanding that would
Stand the test of time.
Just another artwork framed
And fixed to a wall, just there
Because I painted it,
Not for anything brilliant or first class
Or some masterpiece.
But when I go online
And search Ebay for artwork
Or visit comic art websites
Or the artists' websites,
Then I find I'm searching a treasure
That only I will know as treasure
When my eyes find it.
Only then will the artwork be special,
Because I'm the one
Who holds it most precious.
Of all the artwork I've ever done,
Only a few are most precious to me.
These will never match the world's finest.
So I take special delight in finding treasure,
Here a little, there a little.
Even if it's not as perfect as I'd like,
Maybe I can enhance the photo image
To a greater degree
Using graphic editor programs and special effects
Or adding spectacular art frames
Around the enhanced image.
I like artwork and fantasy art is spectacular.
That's why I created this website
With a click-a-pic slideshow display.
In full screen height and width
And the effect is stunning!
Website: jennifersjpgs.shows.it
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Gayford Gallery
A poem about the wildlife artist, Stephen Gayford
Imagine God gave you a gift with which to bless us all
And simply let your life to drift so that you might stand tall...
And in the years that followed on, your blessings blossomed well,
Such that your doubts were truly gone, what stories you could tell...
Just think of those who stand and paint, made famous over time,
Such that their art is not just quaint, but thought of as sublime...
With auctions here and auctions there and exhibitions, too...
And compliments beyond compare because of what they do...
Each dedicated artist knows the sacrifices made
And though each legend grows and grows, it's just that each obeyed...
Their destiny is in their hands, their paintings on our walls,
Their galleries across the lands wherever greatness calls...
Perhaps a hundred hours done for each and every week,
Preserving still a sense of fun in artwork that's unique...
With family values well expressed in lions, tigers, bears,
Our Stephen Gayford does his best, remembered in our prayers...
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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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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The Words Have Been Changed.
Did they claim it is not perfect?
Did they change some of the words?
How could they destroy such artwork.
Picture perfect, hanging on your wall.
You still remember it all.
It would effect me the same way is all I can surmise.
Its like a signature.
Shrunken it has become a miniature.
Where is the literature?
Buried under some delet key, most likely.
I'm so sorry with the greatest sympathy.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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All Things Beautiful
Imagine all things beautiful,
Exquisite and sublime.
Quite delicate and lovable,
To stand the test of time,
Just as if the whole Creation
Was blessed from first to last.
Just to grant us great elation,
So not to be downcast...
Imagine all things wonderful,
Designed as God knew best.
Intrinsically incredible,
Impeccably addressed.
With sweet miracles unfolding,
Like shooting stars above...
With our God, the Cosmos holding,
Beholding it with love...
That is how the great designers
Upon this Earth must feel,
When they pause to form their finest,
To showcase and reveal...
Exhibiting each masterpiece,
Each brilliant in its way,
That we partake in what can please
With every passing day...
Upon this Earth, where angels roam,
Unseen by mortal man,
God's Spirit visits every home
To do the best He can,
With inspirations old and new,
To share with young and old,
What's beautiful and meant for you,
As if it were pure gold...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.
Thanks to James Russell, bid tv Sky UK...
The poem was based on the bid tv presenter
telling us the legend of a Russian who wanted
to create the beauty of a flower in a rock...
He spend years making his sculptured artwork.
The legend says that it was so beautiful that
those who gazed upon it immediately wept...
The expression used to define the Inspirations
product range sold on bid tv was the desire to
create all things beautiful. So this poem was
written to explain why Man seeks to create as
he does. The Holy Bible tells us that it was God
who inspired Man to be a creative designer of
all things beautiful... That is why we have such
masterpieces in the form of the arts that may
bring us a measure of happiness here on Earth.
I call this the double blessing, for we who create
are first blessed. Sharing the blessing with others
means we are blessed yet again... and hopefully,
God is blessed, seeing the good that we share...
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Streets Are Colourful
The streets may be colourful
Yet you are sensible and comical;
The road may change when left
But your gaze is special as theft.
The street will offer new work
Where other roads lead to an artwork;
This has trained my belief
And won every relief.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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When one buys some of my artwork I hope it is because they will wish to learn from it and not because they think it will match their drapes
quote by Christian Cardell Corbet
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A Contemporary Critique about Art
I'm troubled by the suggestive complexity of
Distinctive formal juxtapositions in this artwork.
Its disjunctive perturbations & eloquence make it
Difficult to consciously enter this chef d’oeuvre in
A manner in which the sublime beauty of the bio-
Morphic forms verge on codifying its agitated con-
Tent finding this creation remarkable in how it
Handles the figurative-narrative line-space matrix
By spatially undermining the visual gesture while
Abstractly activating critical thinking. As an ad-
Vocate of the issue of content, I feel that here at least
The suggestion of spatial relationships endangers the
Disjunctive perturbation of how disrupting it seems
In light of the eloquence of the substructure that
Conceptually activates the spatial relationships of the
Auto-erotic signifier and appears disturbing in light of
How it imperils the artwork from being understood.
Of course, the matter of understanding or not is
Self-subjective as it will not let itself be pigeonholed
Which is solely a psycho-morphic human characteristic.
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Alex Nodopaka Oct©2008
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poem by Alex Nodopaka
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Lion Cub Playing
The cute and cuddly lion cub
Was dazzling black and white!
As if he'd joined the Zebra Club,
Outstanding, what a sight!
Was this a ploy that Nature tried
To stop them in their tracks?
He's one of us! No need to hide!
He won't jump on our backs!
The lion cub was unaware
Of what the zebras thought...
He didn't know that he was rare,
That they would be his sport.
That some time soon he'd chase them hard
Across the placid plains,
To hunt the ones that weren't on guard
Against these sudden strains...
It's true that he looked innocent!
It's true that he looked calm!
It's true to some he'd be a friend
And not chew off an arm...
But zebras didn't stand a chance,
They'd better run real fast!
Though he's got looks that quite entrance,
His innocence won't last!
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2010.
The poem is based on the canvas artwork
called 'Lion Cub Playing' available with
other canvas art animal scenes from
tinyurl-dot-com-slash-printnineart
My Stephen Gayford poems are here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
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Painting Primary Method Bypass
wet-on-wet
practice
has become
well-known
primary method
of painting used
by rapid
fire artists
lighter colours
will usually
mix
with darker
colours
if laid
over top
while wet
applied
simple
technique
relies
on painting
from light
colours up
achieving
bestowing
painting
a soft
look
order
allows
colours
to be
blended
to artistic
vision
painter's
desire
no drying
period
required
full
paintings
requiring
maximum
only
a few
minutes
of detail
touch ups
post main
work dry
produced
in short
flame
time
periods
an entire
landscape
in under
half
an hour
burning
hail
massive
next
innovation
digital artwork
caricatures
portraits rocks
holy grail
speed
painting
computer
instant generating
music booming
by Nico
Di Mattia
is heart
kettle drum
storm playing
soul inflaming
imagination
run riot pot roast
heaven dancing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The mystical poetry of William Blake's artwork also forms the basis for the album cover.
quote by Bruce Dickinson
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Frank is such a great visual storyteller, that if you study his artwork you see that his Sin City books are already the best movies never seen on the big screen.
quote by Robert Rodriguez
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A Den Of Poetry!
Many poets I see on line today!
For fun many are indulging in poetry;
Not only amusement but also truth
Best ones produce in their poems!
Where can we find quality poetry
In the world poetry website as this one?
All are mixed with each other so much
That it is impossible to separate them!
All funny poems have to be skipped
For reading the really worthy ones!
To do so precious time is wasted
Everyday browsing on this website!
Finding the poetry true is finding treasure
In the depths of this deep poetry den!
poem by Ramesh T A
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He Who Surfs Online, Saves Online
HE WHO SURFS ONLINE, SAVES ONLINE
‘Lord, must I use the Internet?
It seems so hard to me! ’
‘Save as many as you can get!
Tell them of Calvary! ’
‘Lord, must I really go online?
There’s danger everywhere! ’
‘So many souls are not yet Mine...
They must be made aware! ’
‘Lord, must I get a website, too,
Maintaining it each week? ’
‘Search for lost souls and I’ll bless you,
Each soul is quite unique...’
‘Lord, must I learn H. T. M. L.
And all that webpage stuff? ’
‘Yes, then you’ll save lost souls from Hell,
So that they learn to love...’
‘Lord, please, find someone else, I pray...
My mind can’t take it in! ’
‘This is your chance... if you obey,
A million souls you’ll win! ’
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2011.
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We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital and
via the Watch Now webpage on the
Revelation TV website:
revelationtv-dot-com
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The Little Mermaid
The sun shone brightly in the sky,
Crowned with a rainbow there,
While seagulls boldly chose to fly,
As if without a care...
As clouds rolled by ablaze with light,
A ship sailed to the shore,
Above the waves both blue and white
That danced forever more...
Below the waves where dolphins leapt,
Triumphant full of glee,
The little mermaid's dreams were kept
And nestled tenderly...
Her Father's Kingdom full of grace
And wonders rarely known
Were not enough to take the place
Of dreams she called her own...
The little mermaid made her way,
From water to the land,
Where one man took her breath away
The day he held her hand...
Two beating hearts were now as one,
With joy more than enough,
Beneath God's brilliant golden sun,
Where lovers fall in love...
The young man smiled, for he had found,
A treasure trove divine,
More beautiful than all around,
In her, his Valentine...
The little mermaid's dreams came true,
He kissed her once, then twice,
The day he told her, 'I love you! '
Was simply Paradise...
Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Thomas Kinkade called 'The Little Mermaid'.
The Disney art paintings are on the website:
thomaskinkade-dot-com
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Real And True
To the crowded part of the street!
But more hidden like a peaceful sanctuary;
Words,
Views;
Acts,
Lovers;
Match,
Players;
With wonderful creations! !
But, real and true.
To meet the great one!
Through every artwork and paintings;
Calm and beautiful,
Overwhelmed with the muse of love,
Striaght through the crowded part of the street! !
But, tap on my shoulder made me look back;
And, there you were!
Tap, lap, sap, map, nap, cap, clap, bap, tap, gap;
But more hidden like a peaceful sanctury.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Answer to loss.
Do I have an answer to loss?
Do you?
The answer to loss! ! ! ! !
I am so lucky I got to know the precious person.
I got to see their beautiful heart and their grace.
I got to enjoy their presence.
That I can treasure.and keep special in my heart.
And maybe loss is just that – loss.
But just as we have loss,
We have all the special memories
That we can keep special in our minds forever,
And that is something that will never die.
So maybe the answer to loss! ! ! is to treasure the memories
Of our loved one! !
For as long as we have a memory
We never lose! ! to loss.
Written by salma torrez.
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Rose Bouquet
Behold the precious rose bouquet,
A circle formed by love
And placed with pride and on display
That mere words aren't enough,
To share the thrill, the joy within,
The spectacle in sight,
That surely makes us smile and grin
With unrestrained delight!
Oh, lucky soul that loves the rose,
Its fragrance quite divine,
Such that the poets turn to prose
With compliments each line...
And praise the details one-by-one,
The curling petals spread,
The blossoms reaching for the sun
As to God's light they're led...
Behold the fragile nature here,
A gentle passing thing
And yet this truth stays crystal clear
And leaves us wondering...
Let roses blossom far and wide,
As many as are given,
For all good things are God-supplied
Both here on Earth and Heaven...
The rose was fashioned long ago
With colours old and new
And gardeners truly loved it so,
They did all they could do...
To think, such beauty transcends time,
In gardens young and old...
Each rose bouquet is quite sublime...
Resplendent to behold...
Denis Martindale, copyright, Easter Sunday,2012.
The poem is based on the ceramic sculpture artwork by
Suzy Cooper called Rose Bouquet, shown on bid.tv this
evening here in the UK. The Shopping Channel brings us
many examples of fine art and these add to the beauty
of our homes as the years go by.
(Brompton and Cooper Musical Teacup)
poem by Denis Martindale
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My beautiful jewel
My beautiful jewel, adorable creation of Gods image A lady created on Sunday with special features and accomplishment of great value The reason God created you on Sunday is to give you finishing touches with special effect and design The artistically design created is non compared to some other ladies i have seen around the world When you look at the north pole and even south pole, you are specially identified in the mist of million of people, even when darkness overshadow the earth Without any iota of doubt in my mind if i call you the paragon of esteem beauty i am not mistaken You are more than a thousand miss world placed together in my heart which is not an exaggeration
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Somebody Special
(rod stewart, steve harley / chen, savigar, cregan, grainger)
How can you say lifes getting you down
Get yourself out go along with the crowd
Youre all dressed up got nowhere to go
You feel left out cause nobody showed
Listen babe
When you think youre the only one
Who cant find love in this world
Tell yourself theres another one
Whos waiting for you, somewhere
Somebody special is thinking of you
Somebody special is dreaming of you
Somebody special is longing for you
Somebody special, special
Magazine dreams are easy stuff
But heaven knows they aint good enough
Picture yourself from reel to reel
And get your hands on that driving wheel
And you know what
When its hard to satisfy
A simple simple fantasy
Somebody somewhere is on your side
Waiting for you, crying
Somebody special, is looking for you
Somebody special, is searching for you
Somebody special, is waiting for you
Somebody special, somebody special
Maybe your hearts tormenting you
Why should it have any reason to
Wipe off that negativity
Put on some positivity
And when you think youre the only one
Who cant find love in this world
Tell yourself theres another one
Whos waiting for you, somewhere
Somebody special, is dreaming of you
Somebody special, is looking for you
Somebody special, is waiting for you
Somebody special, somebody special
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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