The Sketching Class
I had a sketching class today,
Actually it was free, I did not pay
To draw a very naked man,
Who posed in his altogether tan.
I started with him forward facing,
But I' m not much good, I'm better at 'tracing',
So the tutor took me under his 'wing',
But even then I could not draw his 'thing',
So I moved my chair, face looking 'red',
And drew his brown buttocks instead,
So therefore, now it has been revealed,
Anatomy is not my field,
Drawing private parts, although quite OK,
I'll save up for another day.
Next week a 'still life' I will do,
Which I think is more sensible, don't you.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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End Of The Week
I get out of work
And then I throw away all of my cares
I get out of work
And then I wash the week out my hair
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
Its hard as could be
But by old friday evening
Were free, were free, were free
End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Youre tasting freedom
No one to push you around
End of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybodys going somewhere
You put on the slide
You gotta beat the crowd just everywhere
And all the music all the dancing
Get you so high
And all that sweet romancing
Oh my, oh my, oh my
End of the week
The weekend started
Working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Feels good now
Feels good now
End of the week
End of the week
Its real good now
Real good now
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
song performed by by Donna Summer
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A Boy And His Drawing
A boy once came across a penny.
Puzzled, he went to his sister Jenny.
He asked her What could he do?
She said we''ll buy something for you.
He went to the shop, to be fascinated by everything.
And at last decided that a Crayon Box he had to bring.
Thinking hard as to which colour to use.
He drew nature outside his window, that would amuse.
He drew his beautiful, first drawing.
To show his teacher, he went enjoying.
Teacher said smiling 'Great job Child! !
You drew the trees, the river, and the wind blowing mild.
The teacher added that without the drawing he should go.
Cause to many in school tomorrow, his drawing she'd show.
He went to bed smiling, and proud of what he had drawn.
His dream had come true, so he didn't dream till dawn.
Next day he went to School, to see his drawing there.
Many big people were there strangely, he wondered from where?
Many children had drawn pictures, at their best.
But he knew his drawing was better than rest.
He searched from the window, but his drawing was nowhere.
He didn't step forward, as he was scared of the crowd there.
He couldn't utter a word cause he didn't knew the word 'Betrayed'.
It wasn't from anyone else, but his teacher instead.
He couldn't do anything, but shed tears.
They were accompanied by rain of the year's.
The tears were more than the heavy rain.
They kept coming until the rain made him draw again.
poem by Vighnesh Birodkar
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Marty Lowe What Do You Know?
Say hello to Marty Lowe when you see him in Barnes & Noble.
He goes to Barnes and Noble Boynton Beach,
he will draw you a portrait that is really sweet.
He has a white mustache and a beard,
he’ll draw anything normal or weird.
For he’s an artist that draws cartoons,
he draws normal people and some loons.
He’s a New Yorker whatever you say,
even though he lives 1,328 miles away.
That’s a guessestimate, I’m just letting you know,
Marty has been 3 times on The Johny Carson Show,
Along with “Across The Board” 1955,
he drew people on the show “live”.
He drew an abstract of Johny and tracing to boot,
he received a letter from Johny which was a hoot.
He drew cartoons for the Wall Street Journal in Manhattan,
There is so much to do in the Big Apple.
Now Marty is Jewish, but that didn’t stop him,
He was stationed at Hitler’s hometown named Linz.
Luckily he was between wars,
He says he was lucky and so therefore,
If something would of happened to him,
We would not be able to say “Hello, Marty can you draw me slim? ”
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 20,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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What is the good of drawing conclusions from experience? I don't deny we sometimes draw the right conclusions, but don't we just as often draw the wrong ones?
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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So in my sophomore year, I took a senior anatomy class. I thought anatomy - being the thing that I should be most interested in - and if I could hack, as we called it, a senior class, I would continue. I didn't hack the senior class.
quote by James Earl Jones
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Draw Me A Map Of This World
lady draw me a map of
this world
and tell me where the
mountains and
rivers are
draw me an island
of soft grass
where a man and
woman can rest
and make love
draw me a pond
a larger one where
the orange goldfish
are fat where the
swans can swim
draw me some
clouds where the
birds can fly
make them real
please
i need all of them
for me
to be real today.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Miracle
The teacher in the Montessori
Miss or Mrs. who knows? she is Rosemary.
lean and timid a girl of quality
smiley face; kind heart and looks very beauty
A pupil his name is Charlie
fat and tall very dandy
boisterous and talkative
One day the teacher asked him to draw an elephant
he went to the black-board and drew an ant
when the teacher asked to draw an ant
he drew an elephant.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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In the ward
In the ward she was made to draw
A woman,
She complied
Started to draw a face
The eyes and ears
But without a mouth
Two legs
Without the hands,
The shrink says,
Was this woman
In your house
Not allowed to speak
Was she not allowed
To do?
Her mother
Wants to understand
The husband was
Not there.
In the house
She cannot speak
She did not do
Anything about it
Until she became so
Incomplete
And she did not
Know until she
Was made to draw
The woman’s
True face.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Draw A Line Right There
This summer been tough, but
After all days I spent crying,
I realized that I need to
Draw a line right there
Just look forth
Put my head up, take a breath and walk away
Just forget all this past and
Smile again by turning my frown upside down
I'm happy without you
I have outgrown you
Even if you look cute and ask me for another chance
I will say no and just
Draw a line right there
I'm going a different path and
Hope to found another guy better than you
This feeling is just too much
My heart don't need this anymore or you
I'm tiring of staying home and
Let tears from my eyes dripping down
I want to get back out there and
See sunshine on me
Draw a line right there
Not going let you back in my life
We have good relationship and life together
So is bye forever from me
Good luck on finding someone new
Draw a line right there
poem by Christina Phan
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Crow & A Baby
A crow and a baby
Had an affair
The result was a landslide
The result was a dare
The result was a baby
Who wanted it all
Moved out of the dolls house
Moved out of the hall
With one wing on the town and a gleam in an eye of red
Said my father was a crow, now I want all fathers dead
Find the fathers of this world, treat them as a fatal foe
Put them in the deepest hole, then cover the pit with snow
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
Im just trying to tell you what youll come up against
If you venture from my side, if you think youre so mature
You will end up in a field, you will be someones manure
Mushrooms growing from your back
Feeding some damn carrion bird
Do you want to contribute
To the corruption of the world?
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
A crow and a baby
Had an affair
My dream was the baby
The crow was your hair
Parts of me love parts of you
That at least is obvious
Give my baby back to me
You must see its only just
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
song performed by by Human League
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Drawing Pencil
If anybody is here to claim this
Drawing pencil please come forward.
I am not able to draw anything
In this pencil being obsessed.
If anybody is here to claim this
World please come forward.
I am unable to stay here still
In any position as commanded.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Banshee's Wail
Today, I listened to the banshee's wail
Some believe that to be an old wives' tale
Today, I heard the ringing of the death knell
Dry your tears and say your fond farewell
Today, I grew weak and expired
Another soul, the Grim Reaper acquired
Today, I drew my last breath and died
Burying your face in your hands, you cried
Today, I quietly passed away
Leaving something I failed to say
Today, I met my untimely demise
We didn't get to say our final goodbyes
Today, I silently gave up the ghost
No longer tied to life's whipping post
Today, I came to my life's end
It's a tough thing to comprehend
Today, I went to the hereafter
Think of me only with laughter
Today, I died due to the fall of man
The good Lord has a master plan
Today, I was committed to my simple grave
Rejoice, oh rejoice! Only Jesus can save
poem by Charles Hancock
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When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted
When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
'Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew
And those that were good shall be happy
They'll sit in a golden chair
They'll splash at a ten league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair
They'll find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul
They'll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.
And only the Master shall praise us.
And only the Master shall blame.
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Will draw the thing as he sees it.
For the God of things as they are!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Absoluteley (Story Of A Girl)
You could be waiting for a day that won't come,
And you could be so much more than you've become.
And I have found my feet 257 weeks,
But you could be waiting for a day that won't come...
You could be waiting for your life to begin,
And you could be so much more than you've been.
And I have found my feet 257 weeks,
You could be waiting for your life to begin,
And it's so sad,
You're so good and I'm so bad!
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had.
And it's such a shame,
That I can't tell you anything!
You won't hear me still you endear me now!...
Hard to see the window facing forward looking back,
Over years spent tracing wondering how you left your track.
Underwater breathing burns your lungs and breaks your back,
And you could be waiting right here for a day that won't come...
And it's so sad,
You're so good and I'm so bad!
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had!
And it's such a shame,
That I can't tell you anything!
You won't hear me still you endear me now!...
You could be waiting for your life to begin,
And you could be so much more than you've been.
And I have found my feet 257 weeks,
But you could be waiting for your life to begin...
And it's so sad,
You're so good and I'm so bad!
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had!
And it's such a shame,
That I can't tell you anything!
You won't hear me still you endear me...
And it's so sad,
You're so good and I'm so bad!
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had!
And it's such a shame,
That I can't tell you anything!
You wonc
song performed by by Nine Days
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A Lesson In Drawing
My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.
Into the color gray I dip the brush
and draw a square with locks and bars.
Astonishment fills his eyes:
'… But this is a prison, Father,
Don't you know, how to draw a bird?'
And I tell him: 'Son, forgive me.
I've forgotten the shapes of birds.'
My son puts the drawing book in front of me
and asks me to draw a wheatstalk.
I hold the pen
and draw a gun.
My son mocks my ignorance,
demanding,
'Don't you know, Father, the difference between a
wheatstalk and a gun?'
I tell him, 'Son,
once I used to know the shapes of wheatstalks
the shape of the loaf
the shape of the rose
But in this hardened time
the trees of the forest have joined
the militia men
and the rose wears dull fatigues
In this time of armed wheatstalks
armed birds
armed culture
and armed religion
you can't buy a loaf
without finding a gun inside
you can't pluck a rose in the field
without its raising its thorns in your face
you can't buy a book
that doesn't explode between your fingers.'
My son sits at the edge of my bed
and asks me to recite a poem,
A tear falls from my eyes onto the pillow.
My son licks it up, astonished, saying:
'But this is a tear, father, not a poem!'
And I tell him:
'When you grow up, my son,
and read the diwan of Arabic poetry
you'll discover that the word and the tear are twins
and the Arabic poem
is no more than a tear wept by writing fingers.'
My son lays down his pens, his crayon box in
front of me
and asks me to draw a homeland for him.
The brush trembles in my hands
and I sink, weeping.
poem by Nizar Qabbani
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Lesson in Perspective #1
Art students learn early on
what perspective means
by dint of practice
ONE POINT PERSPECTIVE
An imaginary vanishing point
on the horizon takes on life
as students draw vertical lines
angling toward a meeting
at some distant point
far off the drawing paper
TWO POINT PERSPECTIVE
Pencil and straight edge
suffice as students put
pencil to paper drawing
cylinders in square boxes
like skeletons in coffins
floating on white sheets
STILL LIFE HOMEWORK
Lesson ends as students
are assigned to draw
a study done in pen
and india ink
of three cylinders
transformed into creamer,
cup and coffee pitcher
nestled together
in a still life
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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An Apprentice Artist's Dilemma
Stillness of the night,
Can't get the sketching right.
Trying to draw a diva,
So close and yet so far.
An apprentice artist's dilemma.
Tomorrow a new day come,
I will not remain glum.
I've got the eyes down pat,
The nose differs a tad.
The face needs more work.
That's definitely the irk.
This last time, a charm!
Pencils sharpened,
Kept my calm.
Grid was lengthen,
Now it's done!
Though not an exact science,
I think I've got the lines.
I know that I have tried
and now, I'm satisfied.
Win, Lose Or Draw
Endlessly facing the cold concrete floor
Four cold grey walls, and no doors
I barely remember the last forty days
Or just what theyre holdin me for
So far away, they tell me:
Boy, youre here to stay; win, lose or draw
Letters unanswered and visits so few
Cold desperation I know
I guess Id give most anything
Oh lord, if theyd just let me go
Im so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, lose or draw
Ma, shes dead and gone
Pa just dont seem to find the time
It makes me so sad that hes forsaken me
When hes all I had left I call mine
Im so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, lose or draw.
Theres two men in one room for ten long years
Still strangers that talk away the time
cause each time I think of your soft hand in mine
I lay here and die one more time
And Im so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, lose or draw
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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The reason they look the way they do is that the first drawing I did of them was really small so I didn't draw fingers, nose, ears, etc and this drawing had a certain appeal that I really liked.
quote by Craig McCracken
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Draw The Line
Brothers and sisters
Were gonna draw the line to forget about the problems abroad
But, in the end, we all have problems of our own
Gangs, crack, racism, and many people dont have hope
It probably dont matter much to you
In the struggles, the time that we live
But, you dont know your future, so you better take time to give
Whos gonna draw the line?
Were gonna draw the line
Together, forever and ever
You must be thinking, I cant do a thing
But look at me, I help when I sing
Where man can make a difference
Like ceasar chaves and doctor king
We all have the ability to release a positive capability
Where the youth is our responsibility
Its time to take a stand
Whos gonna draw the line?
Were gonna draw the line
Together, forever and ever
Brothers and sisters
Where gonna draw the line to make people change
Yo Im optimistic, down with positivity
But yo Im realistic, this line will be drawn over night
This is a struggle so prepare to fight
Whos gonna draw the line?
Were gonna draw the line
Together, forever and ever
song performed by by P.O.D.
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