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To All Poets

We continue creating
a picture with words
until at last

we become the master
of our canvas
always striving for
perfection.

poem by Heather Burns
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Master Shakespeare

Quill in hand I see him so
A vision of him I there see
Word by word he writes on
No other can replace he
Master Shakespeare
A poet of Devine perfection
He writes and writes along
What an excellent inspiration
His words will continue on
Master Shakespeare
Magic in your very hand
No other takes your place
You I admire with my life
So full of love and grace
Master Shakespeare

poem by Suelynn Walters
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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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Striving for excellence motivates you; striving for perfection is demoralizing.

quote by Harriet Braiker
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Shades of Grey

The pencil
Swirls and twirls

Along an unknown path

She reveils
In the feeling

Of making a masterpiece

Lead covers her hands
A metallic gleam

A picture is forming

Shades of grey
Entwine on the canvas

Her art
Her emotions

All implied by her picture

A million words
Gone unwritten

But all are spoken
Through

Shades of grey

Swists and turns
Curves and waves

Each singular line forms

She is embedded
Into every stroke

On the canvas

The essence of
Her will remain

Even as she fades away

Her art will live on

poem by Autumn Winds
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You Only Paint The Picture Once

(Teddy Gentry/Randy Owen/Ronnie Rogers/Greg Fowler)
Look at those evening shadows
Casting a peaceful light
The sun is disappearing
It's a beautiful sight
Moments caught forever
By the master's touch
A lasting reminder
To us
You only paint the picture once
(And) you only get one chance
Take the time to do your best
While the brush is in your hand
Make sure it's just right
Before the colors dry
You can't change it once it's done
You only paint the picture once
Love is the canvas
That's where it all starts
A lifetime together
Becomes a work of art
Just look what's been created
Between your heart and mine
Oh I believe that we're one of a kind
You only paint the picture once
(And) you only get one chance
Take the time to do your best
While the brush is in your hand
Make sure it's just right
Before the colors dry
You can't change it once it's done
You only paint the picture once
It's a portrait of life
You can't live it twice
You only paint the picture once

song performed by by Alabama
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Creation Hath Worked Its Mastery

Creation hath worked its mastery
Into the existence we know as our own.
We are as the statue of David if he were
To claim his existence free from Michelangelo’s hand,
We are a work of perfection that has the ability to deny
Our creator, nature hath a power to paint a picture,
A picture born with the ability to deny its painter
Any right to claim its existence lay within the imagination
Of the artist.

True art takes upon a life of its own,
Its home within the heart of the observer,
Those un-reserved enough to allow the
Canvas marble to speak unto their Hearts.

poem by David Lacey
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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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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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Sad picture piece

The picture we took together
And put together piece by piece

All of us as a Group
With smiles on our faces we
Were laughing together

Creating what we thought
Was a big happy picture

Now in the future we look
At that big picture piece
And see a sad picture piece

Comparing it to today, most of us…
Dead, war reached us.

What use to be happy picture piece.
Turned to what it really was.
A sad picture piece we put together
As a Group.

Smiling, laughing, naive
Naïve of what the future
Could bring

Friends dying, revealing what they
Really did with there life
In the past, happy as can be
Together wishing for more

Seeing that picture now
Remembering all the thing’s I had
In the past, also with things I lost

Now you see a picture with lies
But also the truth
Both makes the group shot of friends
We put together
A big, but small sad picture piece.

poem by Marcellus Watts
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My Words

Feelings of silence are here to be. Haunting is silence since it totally kills the essence of being alive. Words, my words are not stirring your emotions and I feel I have failed in my expression. A block seems to have been created, I have failed in creating words to perfection. Nothing is left with me and I actually feel like a failure in many ways. Hopefully, my life will be sorted out if god grants me strength to deal with things in a positive manner. Just a slight hope remains of surviving this mess.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Am I a master

I am the master, master of art
have painted true pictures,
of rising sun, mountain, sea
through jungles flowing rivers,
shining stars, birds, cloudy sky,
can paint anything and everything.
insects, lions, bear and deer.
just like the living things.

I am the master, master of art,
can make my own paint and brush
Alas! but cannot create raw material
of any of paint, brush or canvas.
Oh! can not paint these seven
which are made only in heaven:
smell, touch, look, hear and taste,
emotions, thought and breathe.

No, I am not the master, master of art
can paint uncountable things yet not.
Not possible to paint love and laugh
I have to go again and again to learn
to the supreme master, who painted
the universe, stars, moon and sun

(C) S. D. Tiwari

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Finally Made It

It's not all about the money
(It's not all about the money).
Cause I love what I'm doing for the people.
(I really love doing my job, I really do).
Don't know where I would be if this didn't happened.
(You know...)
But I finally made it...
(A lot of us don't graduate from high school. A lot us don't get a chance at being a superstar. A lot us don't get a chance
to fulfill our dreams and I'm thinking like God! If I wasn't doing this what would I be doing? Probably like braiding hair.
Working at a super market. You know? Just hustling two jobs you know what I mean? At least trying to live.)
La, la, la, la
(I lost so much you know? I lost so, so much over the years cause like it's amazing how when you decide that you wanna do
the right thing. When I say I "Finally Made It" I don't mean like successfully, or wit money, I mean like...
I'm spiritually successful right now. You know like trying...)
Never give up, never give up, never, never give up, never give up...
(I'm on my way to like... A place were I know... I never dreamed were I would be and thats perfection... I'm striving for
that... I don't think no one can ever be perfect, I'm striving again, striving against all things... So what I'm saying to
all my fans is... If I can do it... I know ya'll can do it too...)

song performed by by Mary J Blige
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Human Perfection?

Perfection:
The Holy Grail of human beings
Yet;
Masked by parental ignorance
Fogged by societal imprinting
Deemed impossible by self-loathing victims
Impugned and judged by the self-righteous
Struck blind by fear and guilt

Perfection:
Cannot be attained by deeds,
Rather by recognizing true self
As a Divine Act of God here and now
As all is fashioned from the “Light of Creation”
Rejoice precious ones' for perfection lay within

A Master once taught, “Know thy self”

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Finally Made It (Interlude)

It's not all about the money
(It's not all about the money).
Cause I love what I'm doing for the people.
(I really love doing my job, I really do).
Don't know were I would be if this didn't happened.
(You know...)
But I finally made it...
(A lot of us don't graduate from high school. A lot us don't get a chance at being a superstar. A lot us don't get a chance to fufill our dreams and I'm thinking like God! If I wasn't doing this what would I be doing? Probably like braiding hair. Working at a super market. You know? Just husteling two jobs you know what I mean? At least trying to live.)
La, la, la, la
(I lost so much you know? I lost so, so much over the years cause like it's amazing how when you decide that you wanna do the right thing. When I say I "Finally Made It" I don't mean like sucsessfully, or wit money, I mean like...
I'm sprituatily sucessful right now. You know like tryin'...)
Never give up, never give up, never, never give up, never give up...
(I'm on my way to like... A place were I know... I never dreamed were I woud be and thats perfection... I'm striving for that... I don't think no one can ever be perfect, I'm striving again, striving against all things... So what I'm saying to all my fans is... If I can do it... I know ya'll can do it too...)

song performed by by Mary J Blige
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Through That Smile of Yours

Igniting a small
Spark of courage,
I glance at your face,
Capturing the image
Of your angelic face
Accented by the
Magnificent canvas
Of the sunset sky

Feeling my stare,
You glance my way,
A sudden heat
Travel up my face,
And I look away
With regret again,

Step, step, step,
We walk on without
Any words exchanged,
Missing the picture
Of perfection,
I glance back again,

Bu-thump, Bu-thump, Bu-thump

Turning my head a bit
And catching your eyes
With the corner of my mine,
Could I be any happier,
Or scared than
How I'm feeling now,

A warm, gentle hand,
Brushing nonchalantly
Playfully, even,
Against mine,
Lingering there,

Spark of courage,
And something more
Ignites, jumps, and dances,
What am I to do,

Such a feeling,
Cannot be compressed
In couple of words like
'I love you'

So for now,
I simply grasp
Your hand,
And let this
Passion shine
Through
That smile of yours,

poem by Invalid Files
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God Loves Silence

I paint a picture in my thoughts
My thinking is my canvas
My easle is made of words
I choose the words in silence
Silence is my companion
It never lets me down
Silence is the my safe haven
Helps me to value my inner self
Hear the footsteps of wisdom
When silence controls my mind
I understand his supreme commands
As God loves silence

poem by Dr Shamim ali
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Six Point Seven by Lee Crowell

Six point seven billion illusionists today on this globe
Seeking consensus of the senses,
Declaring the colors reflected by the eye to the brain
Are actually on the canvas... and the illusion of art continues:
Sifting vibrations through ear canals,
Mimicking back out the nice ones -
To deliver a wondrous sound and the illusion of music resonates.
Labeling objects by creating words,
Creating categories by building language
And the illusion of literature swirls in the air,
While the illusion of science arranges the pieces on the ground.
Six point seven... growing... no major train wreck in sight...
Such is the consensus of the illusory senses tonight...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Broken

You can close your eyes
And see a picture perfect life
Inside of your mind
Dreaming only of the days ahead
Wanted and wished for more than now
Or the days behind
You waste your time
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
You can never think
You cant even stop yourself
Before the words have been spoken
And youve already said
You would give everything
And something for nothing
Everybody thinks youre joking
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
You want to be the one
Made over be your own
Before and after
And a supermarket
Beauty in a bottle queen
Wholl one day grace a check-out counter
Magazine front cover
Though the fine print reads
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Broken
Broken
When your life is never what you wanted
Not even halfway normal
Just tarnished and soiled
When in your reach
A framed and frozen moment
So far from perfection
Not truth or transcendence
Will set you free
Still you dont believe
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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That is what great athletes can do: they give us a model of striving for human perfection.

quote by Armstrong Williams
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My Picture

I made a picture; all my heart
I put in it, and all I knew
Of canvas-cunning and of Art,
Of tenderness and passion true.
A worshipped Master came to see;
Oh he was kind and gentle, too.
He studied it with sympathy,
And sensed what I had sought to do.

Said he: "Your paint is fresh and fair,
And I can praise it without cease;
And yet a touch just here and there
Would make of it a masterpiece."
He took the brush from out my hand;
He touched it here, he touched it there.
So well he seemed to understand,
And momently it grew more fair.

Oh there was nothing I could say,
And there was nothing I could do.
I thanked him, and he went his way,
And then - I slashed my picture through.
For though his brush with soft caress
Had made my daub a thing divine,
Oh God! I wept with bitterness,
. . . It wasn't mine, it wasn't mine.

poem by Robert William Service
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