Mable
As I eternalize her on a virgin white canvas
She gazes at me sans a murmur, in a vanilla hush
The cinnamon blends in the tea pot on the mahogany table
As I capture her stroke by stroke, my adoring Mable
She is a bundle of joy to mold, to behold
In her luscious peacock blue as the palms grip and hold
As she struts her hips on the homely cat walk
I stare at her naked curves with a gaze of a sea hawk
She opens her lips as silence partakes
She dazzles in the presence of lavender stakes
In her velvet hat flowing in the breeze
She adorns her blue sans a single crease
As the brush head kisses the canvas floor
She smells like an angel in a jasmine flow
As the nostrils waltz as they embrace the jasmine white
The night is still beginning, ominously bathing in moon light
As the velvet explodes on to the canvas white
Lavenders bloom in to lofty heights
As her head glows in the soft serene breeze
The strokes run amok to capture, even her least
As the blue in her runs lazily on to the fabric wall
The peacocks eyes steal a stare at the glorious hall
The hall of her body, that glitters like sapphires in queue
She a roman goddess, Selene dancing in the dew
The dew that sips the lavenders on top
The dew that bathes the jasmines on her frock
She a beauty like no other on heaven on earth
As she gazes at me from her heavenly perch
As the last stroke is captured from now to an eternity
She lazily smiles, the velvet, the white and the blue shimmering in pretty
My voracious self runs towards her to feel her luscious presence
The paint brush laments the final strokes, in their abject absence
I clasp her too tight with my eager sweat-laden palms
As I kiss her navel with flattering snuggles bathing in my charms
In my haste, she slips from her perch, as free fell her bough
The vase tore in to pieces, my Mable in her last bow
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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One Reason
My heart yearns.
Your beauty burns
In velvet moonlight bliss.
My soul awakes
My body aches
To taste your forever kiss.
No starlight could replace
The sunshine of your face,
Like bathing our hopes
In blue lagoon.
Fantasies merge.
Tender hearts may swoon.
When joy of love
From twinkling eyes
Promises no more goodbyes.
As lightning strikes
We realise
One reason to live.
Watch blue plume rise.
When scented caress
Lends you to my arms.
And words only you possess
Exceed all wordly charms.
Your rhymes so sweet
Whispered from above,
Wind chimes repeat.
As flowers of love
Lay at your feet.
I held my black and white dreams
In a sieve
Until you painted them
Gave a reason to live.
Your kisses of red wine
Will soothe my soul.
And course though my veins
As storm clouds roll.
Yet, we dance on a jasmine breeze.
Take to the highest seas.
On an ocarina wind.
In eternity we are pinned
In crescendo of embrace.
One reason
We must chase
Our rainbow at sunrise.
Beyond sunset's humming skies.
Because love never walks
It flies.
And never talks
But just sighs.
poem by Kevin East
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Velvet Goldmine
You got crazy legs, you got amazing head
You got rings on your fingers and your hairs hot red
You got wit from my tongue, name on the sun
I gotcha going to my breast
Cause youre the only one, who uses school to pleasure
You make me act real gone, you make me trawl along
I had to ravish your capsule, suck you dry
Feel the teeth in your bone, heal ya head with my own
Why if I dont have you home, well have to fight alone
Hang all together
Velvet goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay
Velvet goldmine, naked on your chain
Ill be your king volcano right for you again and again
My velvet goldmine
Youre my taste, my trip, Ill be your master zip
Ill suck your hair for kicks, youll make me jump to my feet
So youll give me your hand, give me your sound
Let my sea wash your face, Im falling, I cant stand
Oooh! put your mink on
Velvet goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay
Velvet goldmine, naked on your chain
Ill be your king volcano right for you again and again
My velvet goldmine
Oh
Shoot you down, bang bang
Velvet goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay
Velvet goldmine, naked on your chain
Ill be your king volcano right for you again and again
My velvet goldmine
Velvet goldmine,
Velvet goldmine,
My velvet goldmine
Velvet goldmine,
Velvet goldmine
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Canvas
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The stories that it tells.
Oh how she loves to paint her thoughts,
And etch a perfect spell.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The memories that it holds.
Oh how she loves to trace the lines,
And tell if new or old.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
Her stability in an unstable world.
Oh how she loves to fret away,
At all of her unfurled.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A standstill of art and truth.
Oh how she loves the feel of it,
To reminisce her youth.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A long work of her life.
Oh how she loves the twisted colors,
Splashes of red upon white.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
She crafts each inch with care.
She hides her canvas well away,
Though she often earns a stare.
Do not tell of her canvas,
Keep the secret- she insists.
But perhaps some time take a second glance,
For her canvas is her wrist.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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Paintings by fliss II Not So Abstract
Canvas on stand
Colours to the side
Pallet in hand
Let the brush slide
Orange and green
Coming from deep
Painting oh! Oh So serene
Trance like, almost a dream
Curves so sensual
The colours just flow
Enraptures, almost physical
Easy strokes, nice and slow
Show what's inside
Bristles caressing
Your hearts not lied
Smoothly, not fussing
Featherlight touch
Not a hint of blue
Like a lovers first touch
Exploring anew
Painted not drawn
Not one to delete
As fresh as the dawn
Canvas complete
RG/fliss
poem by Robert Green
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If I Were A Painting
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portriat I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand.
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist would have to be you.
I imagine the colors
Would all run together
If you ever allowed me to cry
So don't paint the tears
Just let me remember me
Without you in my eyes.
It's only the frame
That holds me together
Or else I would be falling apart
If I were a painting
I wouldn't feel
And you wouldnt be breaking my heart...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Sunday afternoon rest
The Kenwood plays
soft soothing instrumental music
and three dogs,
lies stretched out in front of the fireplace.
Tongs of fire lick hungry orange
on pieces of yellow and brown firewood,
while at the bottom
the coals are glowing red.
You paint a white Greek marble statue
of Aphrodite
and I see your painter’s pencil,
giving brush stroke upon brush stroke
of magic.
The afternoon drags on nicely
and red Barberton daisies,
on long green stems
hang out of a glass vase above the fireplace.
The dark painting
of the holy girl with the red garment
against the wall,
watch me amused
and the golden spaniel
sleeps with her head
on my lap.
I will forever
be able to enjoy
the pleasure,
of being with you.
a Hot cup of tea
steals me a kiss or two
and a DVD with the antics of Monk,
makes us laugh at dusk.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Madonna portrait
I saw you painting,
not a sideways glance
of a elephant head
with deep creases showing,
or the neck of a giraffe,
not a Tuscan scene
with tables with white table clothes,
neither an abstract scene
in blue, green and gold.
A portrait unfolded before my eyes,
not a half naked nymph,
or wood fairy
but a Madonna without child
pregnant and serene
looking utterly holy
with olive skin
and great big innocent eyes
against dark colours
in a ruby red cloak.
Your fingers mixed colours expertly
on the palette
to the right exact hue
and blazing lights
lit the canvas
on the easel
and the painting
became an old world masterpiece
with stroke after little stroke
adding depth and meaning
and somewhere in the distance
a midnight-black dragon appeared
with a open mouth
as if drawing nearer
truly alive
detailed to the smallest respect
and evil in every way.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Unforgiving Love
one day a blue bird fell in love with a white rose..the rose was envious of everybod falling in love and was afraid that she will get hurt..the blue bird told her that he had loved her from afar but was too scared to tell the white rose how much he actaully did...the white rose told the bird when my petals turn from white to red i will fall in love with you back....the blue bird came by and by everyday and told the white rose how much he loved her...until one day the blue bird cut his wings and soaked the white rose with his blood...the white rose's petals turned from white to a luscious red and she realized how much the blue bird loved her..but it was too late the blue bird fell in front of the rose and the rose was red forever..that's why roses are giving to the ones we loved
poem by Ariff Khan
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Aching In My Heart
The aching in my heart
Like sweetest kiss of scent
From love's bouquet.
As I fly into Summer sky
Of blue.
Wearing white robes of cloud,
And the touch of you.
That gift from the sun,
The smile in your soul
Warms me.
With sweet embrace, you await.
Wearing the stars
As only your eyes can do.
The aching in my heart
That buzzes like the promise of Spring
Across field of dancing flower.
Conducted by the breeze.
Swaying in the twilight.
And waiting for the moon's late hour.
To light their canvas in blue.
What unknown chord
Love strikes within me.
You dance through every symphony unwritten.
Your beauty sings.
And you find me smitten.
Among forgotten rainbows,
Like silver raindrops
Crying on a window pane
I call in silence.
You thrill me and fill me
With the magic of a sunrise.
And the death of a sunset.
Waves
Only sweet goodbyes,
'Til tomorrows dawn whispers
We are both reborn.
I wait in eternity.
For your forever kiss.
Every night I hold you
In a dream
What bliss!
Where only you and I
Can play a part.
Will always exist
Within my aching heart.
poem by Kevin East
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A Poet Painter Mystic Stuck In The Womb
He daily delivers himself
A memory painted onto a canvas
A moon beam resting in the river mouth
A brush stroke testing the length of a shadow
Sprinkled stained on a nothing
From which to paint again
Chameleon skins of the sun
A black soot tattoo crying for its image
A red poppy blood counting the cells
A blue of the eyes grabbed within the sky
A yellow cornfield in a vessel ear hearing
Dedicated to none
A white flake flirting with a particle of dust
A dried brown clinging to the autumn boughs
A juice of green poured into mountain pines
Give ashes to ashes and violet to flowers
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In the empty studio
The diffused northern sunlight
of this studio at dawn
matches the silence and the stillness
like the speaking silence
of the retrochoir behind the altar
of a simple white Greek island church –
that has no ornament; simply walls
painted in a pale blue wash,
the space, the air itself, as radiant with heaven;
behind the iconostasis – gold and candle and eternal gaze -
where praise is prepared; thought surrendered;
humility the robe; the sacred word awaits
the moment when it’s spoken;
so this studio; and at its centre, calling,
stands an easel with a white canvas on it;
what waits in this empty studio
that’s so full of emptiness that calls?
what challenges? This canvas
waits, as being ever does; full, content,
needing nothing but itself…
the silence will accept our spoken word,
then return to stillness;
the canvas will not be so forgiving;
‘make a mark on me that will not diminish
my completeness…; so let our being
meet, before a mark is made…’
this holy place: only godself may mark
this canvas and yet not detract; from space,
draw space; or may with colour stain transparent
this white white radiance of eternity:
and in the place whence all arises,
Nothing and Everything smile together
in their secret play.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Colour Of Life
Orange blossom clouds
Diluting the blue.
Lit by a solar magic hue.
Dripping fresh raindrops
Giving flora their smile.
Then
Midnight aurora
Dances with style.
Brush strokes on this canvas
Feel like a kiss.
That dries on the breeze
Of scented bliss.
Water coloured pastel shades
Lie on the river
When moonlight invades.
With its azure beams
And lovers' dreams.
The diamond eyes of astral skies
Wait in the wings.
Once dressed in red
Pale sunset, dead
To darkness clings.
Colours merging
In rainbows urging
A harlequin dawn.
Deep green
Oceanic scene
As cumulus curtains are drawn.
Now sunrise sprinkles
Glitter on the tide.
Above
Black painted flock
In white silence
Just glide.
Such colour of life
We all hold inside.
poem by Kevin East
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Oh, Blue Blue Sky
As the wind blows
and leaves on the trees gently sway
I don't know why
but I just cannot help
to hold my head up high
and stare at you.
Oh, blue blue sky
why don't you come down
and play with me
together
with your clouds so white.
Come down and play with me
let me roll
let me slide on your back
and when we get tired
let me lie down
with your embrace.
Oh, blue blue sky
come play with me
the whole day long
untill your blue becomes black
and the stars shine again
in your darkness.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Generosity
Velvet thorns
become signature
of my pain and joy.
Body paints the naked earth
blue. Eyes in hot desert
search red poles and blue moon.
Emotional strife:
dripping accidents with sum flowers,
extremely talkative.
Then the words litter
on white paper. Very sad,
you leave nothing between the waits.
Dawn to dusk, pleasing the gods.
An owl on each branch
disregarding the stars.
poem by Satish Verma
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Angelic Blue
I remember your frolics on the beach in your cavorting blue
Jumping to the heavens to touch the great wide blue
I could see your hair spring against the buoyant blue
Yet I remember best your eyes breathtakingly angelic blue
I remember your strokes against the currents of the ocean blue
Blending with the waves as you swim to the horizon blue
Then there you were to my gorging eyes in your delicately placed synthetic blue
Yet I was obsessed by your eyes tantalizingly angelic blue
I remember your smile against God's murals painted blue
As we journeyed through the continents from the Indian to the Pacific blue
Thanking the gods that merged our destinies blessed with a sapphire blue
With engraved memories of my first gaze at your eyes mesmerizingly angelic blue
I remember your toenails in their veneers glazed blue
And the shoes that followed the contours in their sporting blue
I see our evening jogs as we scan the coastline in its cascades of blue
As I glance a million times at your eyes mere perfection in angelic blue
I remember the tears that flowed during your fleeting blues
In your moments of trials and grief with your handkerchief ominously blue
I apologize for neglecting you even for a second in your teary blue
Hoping your moist getaways will soon re-embrace their glorious angelic blue
I remember the day I held your hand as sweat trickled pass your gown peroxide blue
As we gazed at our delicate creation picture-perfection of her maternal blue
We would see her grow to embrace our worlds in our paradise by the ocean blue
Even then mom you are still the winner in your eyes eternally angelic blue
I could see us in our glory years down by the Indian ocean blue
Staring at the ocean and stars in circadian motions of nature's blue
When I close my eyes I would only need you to sustain me in my heavenly blue
Your eyes my love….gaze at me for an eternity through your portals angelic blue
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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~Painting Poetry~
Poetry in thought
words tumble
from my mind
onto the page and screen
like paint dripping
from sable silk brushes
creating new visions
of new realities
in the virtual space
of my Soul
painting a perfect picture
words drip down the canvas
in deep brilliant hues
of purples and reds
and vibrant blues
to soft indigo of
twinkling velvet starlight
yellow tones as warm as sunrize
and golden oranges
of fleeting sunsets
blanket the page and screen
as verse, lyric and rhyme converge
splattering from my tongue
giving form to my dreams
and shape to my fantasies
trailing across
the smooth texture
and terrain of
flesh and muscle
brushes whisper
across the canvas
dance across bodies
images of two entwined
captured boldly
in Nubian hues
of mahogany and mocha
limbs and torsos
move and connect
in a vision of words spoken
caught in the kinetic frenzy
of bodies joined
and poetry painted
across the canvas
of this night’s loving
a masterpiece to behold
for generations to come
culminating in the joining of
pen and brush
words and colors
page and canvas
poetry and paint
poem by Soulful One
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Painting Words
IMAGES SPRING FROM NOWHERE,
BUT BEAR A KNOWN DESIGN.
NO BRUSH OR PAINT IS MY WARE
THOUGH PAINTINGS DO SEEM MINE.
MY CANVAS BREATHES ALIVE
AS WORD AND IMAGE MERGE.
FROM NOTHINGNESS I STRIVE
TO CAPTURE EACH NEW SURGE.
PEN SWATHES, LIKE BRUSH STROKES,
FASHION WORDS, ONE-BY-ONE,
UNTIL MIND’S EYE EVOKES
IMAGES CLEAR AS THE SUN.
ALL WHO VIEW THESE WORKS
WILL FIND IT’S NOT ABSURD
TO FEEL THE POWER THAT LURKS
BEHIND EACH PAINTED WORD.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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A morning canvas
A morning canvas
~
The clarity of a clear blue morning sky
like the emptiness of a blank canvas
invites the mind to wander on the day
what will be writ, what shall be seen
the serenade of birdsong in the breeze
softly, sweetly awakens the world
here a resolute beauty is found
and a heart invited to sing of love
let the day be won with hope and faith
let friends, family and lovers know
that this is a day to be owned
how thoughts come to a forefront
in the light the rising dawn
expressed without reluctance
upon the waiting canvas
in the clarity of a blue morning sky
this is a day to be alive
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Watch That Man
you got crazy legs
you got amazin' hair
you got rings on your fingers
and your hair's hot red
you got wit from my tongue
name on the sun
i got you goin' to my breast
'cause you're
the only one
who uses school for pleasure
you make me act real gone
you make me troll along
i have to ravish your capsule
suck you dry
feel the teeth in your bones
you give head with my own
i give
up, i'm your whore
[ . . . ]
here all together
velvet goldmine
you stroke me like the rain
snake it, take it
but the princess you must stay
velvet goldmine
naked on your chain
i'll be your king volcano
writhe for you again and again
my velvet goldmine
you're my tricks, my trip
i'll be your masters yet
i'll chop your hair off for kicks
you'll make me jump to my feet
so when you give me your hand, give me your sound
let my sea wash your face
i'm
fallin', i can't stand
put your mink on
velvet goldmine
you stroke me like the rain
snake it, take it
but the princess you must stay
velvet goldmine
naked on your chain
i'll be your king volcano
writhe for you again and again
my velvet go
ldmine
David Bowie,
song performed by by David Bowie
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Invocation II
COME to-night in a dream to-night,
Come as you used to do,
Come in the gown, in the gown of white,
Come in the ribbon of blue;
Come in the virgin's colours you wear,
Come through the dark and the dew,
Come with the scent of the night in your hair,
Come as you used to do.
Blue and white of your eyes and your face,
White of your gown and blue,
Will you not come from the happy place,
Come as you used to do?
Tears so many, so many tears
Where there were once so few--
Can they not wash the gray of the years
From the white of your gown and blue?
poem by Edith Nesbit
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