A Picture Painted Expresses A Thousand Words
People may make claims,
That a picture painted...
Expresses a thousand words.
When exhibited as observed.
And if that is true...
Why is it that the very same people,
Upon getting explicit explanations...
Aren't comprehending what they've heard,
To further ask unending questions?
Or could it be,
That picture painted once received...
Purchased and possessed,
Has deceived one's perception of it...
Once removed from its impressive setting,
That changes its effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paint It
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they are painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and its heading into black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black
I wanna see it painted painted, painted black, oh baby
I wanna see it painted painted, painted black, oh baby
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I wanna see it painted, painted black, oh
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted from the sky
Painted, painted, painted black oh baby
Painted painted, painted black
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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My Madonna
I haled me a woman from the street,
Shameless, but, oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model's seat
And I painted her sitting there.
I hid all trace of her heart unclean;
I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
If the Worst had been the Best.
She laughed at my picture and went away.
Then came, with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
"'Tis Mary, the Mother of God."
So I painted a halo round her hair,
And I sold her and took my fee,
And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillaire,
Where you and all may see.
poem by Robert William Service
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Live Forever
You painted me a picture of tomorrow
A place where you and I walked hand in hand
A world without despair and without shadows
But things just didn't turn out how we'd planned
Now you're gone
(Chorus)
And I believe that there is somewhere
Where the angels fill the sky
And I believe we'll live forever
You and I, you and I
Will never die
I wonder if you knew that you were leaving
I thought that I saw something in your eyes
You painted me a picture of believing
I'll see you there on the other side
And I'll be there
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Selective Pickings
It is done all the time.
Those selective pickings.
Choices made in one's mind.
And it has to do with preferences.
An acceptance of taste.
Or a thought process that appeases.
And when it comes to what one reads...
A picture painted to please,
Can depict a thousand words.
Especially if a word or two...
May not be what one prefers to have heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blush
A beauty discreet, in a picture did meet
Her fate, her life, her soul painted sweet
She blushed and the picture faded into her cheek
And now that blush of love, in her heart we seek
The simple art, of simple love, painted sweet
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Garden Of Stones
GARDEN OF STONES
Garden of stones somber picture flared out in every corner
Characters of life’s story laid to rest after curtain call
For some it came after their final acts some before
Destined they were in the scripts of life in scroll
Nothing could stop the roll of dice showing the comers
Some painted in red and blue some black and white
Ending up in remembrance of what once was in memoirs
To recall the end that came anytime day and night
Some senseless and violent some end of the life’s run
Caught in the contexts of conflicts of birth and death
Heroes and villains patriarchs and monarchs everyone under the sun
Lying abreast with no discrimination which is life’s real truth
Painted picture worth more than thousand words to live by
Reminding every time life’s journey ends in the earth’s ply
poem by Ashram Ashram
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This Is The Picture
Excellent birds
Flying birds
Excellent birds
Watch them fly, there they go
Falling snow
Excellent snow
Here it comes. watch it fall
Long words
Excellent words
I can hear them now
This is the picture, this is the picture
This is the picture, this is the picture
Im sitting by the window
Watching the snow fall
Im looking out
And Im moving, turning in time
Catching up. moving in
Jump up! I can land on my feet. look out!
This is the picture, this is the picture
This is the picture, this is the picture
Looking out. watching out
When I see the future I close my eyes
I can see it now
I see pictures of people, rising up
Pictures of people, falling down
I see pictures of people
Theyre standing on their heads, theyre ready
Theyre looking out, look out!
Theyre watching out, watch out!
Theyre looking out, look out!
Theyre watching out, watch out!
I see pictures of people
I see pictures of people
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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That’s a childless Madonna staring lifelike
That’s a childless Madonna staring lifelike
from the wall, with eyes moving
as if they are following
every movement, a look-alike
to the mother of God,
as if something divine,
is filling her eyes that are looking in mine
and it feels as if its on holy ground that I trod
with the picture’s countenance having a kind of grace
while the artist Mea watches me,
where I am awestruck by the art, she smiles suddenly.
“Who can contemplate the expression on the painted face? ”
I wonder loudly while it feels
as if the picture is living,
a kind of strange thing
and my mind reels
while I try and contemplate the changing expression
now softening in the fading light
almost becoming indistinct with the coming of night
but the picture retains its original dimension,
is almost surreal and still there
with eyes that never closes watching, always looking
as if comprehending something,
following, following me almost anywhere.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Assigned And Commissioned
The picture,
On a canvas painted...
Depicts a specific image,
Much greater than that...
Than the stature presented,
By the creator who made it.
For purposes to solicit a public exhibit.
Certain people selected will be forgiven,
For misdeeds intended.
Since they have an ability to diffuse truth.
No matter how low,
They may stoop to deceive.
With a getting of a reprieve...
To contnue doing as they please.
However...
There is a placement unmistakable,
For others labelled too abstract.
And into custom fittings...
They are deceptively unmatched,
With a matted background...
Known and viewed by just a few,
To be inappropriate for the framing done.
The picture,
On the canvas painted...
Depicts a specific image,
Much greater than that...
Than the stature presented,
By the creator who made it.
For purposes to solicit a public exhibit.
But...
If the painter of a picture,
Is assigned and commissioned...
With a payment no one will turn down to refuse,
Who will not pocket and run...
With a job requested and satisfies when done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paint It Black
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens evryday
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
song performed by by Face To Face
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The picture is all he feels about it, all he thinks worth preserving of it, all he invests it with. If all the qualities which a painter took from the model for his picture were really taken, no person could be painted twice.
quote by Lucian Freud
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Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
quote by Edvard Munch
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A Painter In You!
who has painted your picture in my thoughts,
without a brush, the paints and the pallet,
not even sketched using a pencil and a knife,
the picture is perfect with the colors mixed,
your smiling is great with a thin line at the edges,
your eyes are wide open, sprinkling the cheerful messages,
every time the happy visuals of you pop out in the mind,
I couldn't have drawn such a beautiful portrait,
of you in my heart, who has done this painting?
You are the one who posed and painted on your own,
you are a great painter who can paint your pictures,
on everyone's heart whom you know, love and respect.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
quote by Edvard Munch
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Paint It Black
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black,
With flowers and my love, both never to come back.
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away,
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day.
I look inside myself and see my heart is black,
I see my red door and I want it painted black.
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts,
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,
I could not forsee this thing happening to you.
If I look hard enough into the setting sun,
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes.
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
I wanna see your face painted black, black as night.
Don't wanna see the sun flyin' high in the sky.
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah!
song performed by by Deep Purple
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The true view of my country: Swaziland
The true colors of my country
The true Swaziland
The true view of my country
How long have you been deceived?
How long have you received
How long have you conceived
Deceived of a peaceful country
Received about a democratic country
Conceived a developing country
This then is melody of the true Swaziland
A voice of the real Swaziland
A roar of the future of Swaziland
Around the cities of Manzini
Around the mountains of Mdzimba
Around the rivers of Shiselweni
Around the deserts of Lavumisa
You shall find the poor Swazis
You shall find the poor schools
You shall find the starving Swazis
You shall find the dying Swazis
Around the cities of Africa
Around the cities of Europe
Around the hospitals of South Africa
You shall find children of the leaders of Swaziland
You shall find brothers of the leader of Swaziland
For our education is less valued
For our hospitals are critical
For our salaries are drops
For our lives are miserable
Why my country
Why Swaziland
Houses of the leaders are a paradise
Our homesteads are falling mud and sticks
Their cars are glittering engines
Our cars were God given, ever barefooted
Food beyond measure is theirs
We rely on donations; see our water sources, fields and work places
The true image of my country
They call themselves members of parliament
Warming the chairs with not effective policies
Swazis have turned to misinterpret the duties of members of parliament
They are elected to donate food for them
Why my country
Why Swaziland.
Listen as I throw a true picture of my country
Hearken to my joyful tidings
We lead the world in HIV prevalence
We lead the world in violation of human rights
We lead the world in degrading of freedom of expression
My country is not white in color
My country is painted white
Swaziland is a dark black country
But so colorful
Colored white
Our voices are not heard in Africa
Our tears are not seen across the world
Our feelings are not noted in Africa
Our funerals are not counted in Africa
Our unjust imprisonments are not considered across the world
Are we in a different plant?
Is this Pluto
To Africa I sing this song
To the world I throw these words
We need a better Swaziland
We need a better country
A free Swaziland
A living, not leaving Swaziland
A true picture of my country
My country
poem by Alex Lushaba
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Picture Picture by Tanya Markova
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Nang gabing masilayan ka...
Dala-dala ko pa
Ang aking lumang camera
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Campus gig noon at nag-aya ang tropa
Maraming bebot ang nagsasayaw
Nang biglang mapansin kita
What a beautiful face
At kinunan kita
What a beautiful face
Angat ka sa iba
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
I saw her face
Mukha syang taga-a a outerspace
Si Mang Roger ako'y kinalabit
Ang sabi
Halika na balot muna
Bago ka mag-konica
Na seramika gawa sa pabrika
Lagot ka na ang kamera may mahika
Ano ang lohika kung bat nahilo ka
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
Bigla kang nawala
What a beautiful face
Ako'y natulala
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
O nasaan ka na
What a beautiful face
Hinahanap-hanap ka
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face...
poem by Shi Yelami
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Love & Addiction
Put on your bad self
Get out your party dress
And fix up your makeup
Try to make a good impression
This is a new world
Were all the same here
Well, maybe not the same
But you know what I mean
Ive got everything that you want
Ive got everything and
Someday Ill be president
And Ive got everything that you want
Ive got everything
Except the single thing you really need
Separate love from addiction
Its not the same
I know I see desperation pulling my strings
Hey, eliza, now what do you want?
I play piano, and I sing like a hummingbird
And, oh, I forgot that
Hummingbirds dont sing
It doesnt matter really
You know what I mean
Ive got everything that you want
Ive got everything
And its a brand new world, eliza
Ive go everything that you want
Ive got everything
Except the single thing you really need
Set away blood and rejection
I know I see the generation staring back at me
Wasted away
Wasting my time
This picture you see
Is nothing like the one you wanted painted of me
Well, I deserve this
Thats all right with me
(? ? ) you should know (? ? )
It wouldnt be the first time
You know, its happened a couple of times before
Man, I dont even expect much anymore
But anyway
Its not as if I were waiting for you to come and make it all okay
Seperate between blood and rejection
I know I see visions of people running over me
Yeah, wasted away
Wasting my time
This picture you see
Is nothing like the one I wanted painted of me
Put on your bad self
Get out your party dress
And fix up your makeup
Try to make a good impression
song performed by by Counting Crows
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Unkind
Read on baby, what youre gettin in to
Its livin on pain, the thing thats getting to you
Write my name, painted up my picture
Say its the only thanks Im not around (around)
Beaten and battered
Well if my dreams get shattered, then
Pain gives my the right to be unkind
Wait on baby which with some indevotion
I trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
You can curse my name, painted up my picture
Say its the last time that Ill be around (be around)
Oh well Im torn and tattered,
Saw the thoughts in my head be scattered, well
Pain gives my the right to be unkind yeah
And it sets me
Chorus:
Right back to the heart of it
Joans crazy is a sly defense from it
Joans crazy is a place I call my own, when Im alone
Read on baby, what youre gettin in to
I swear once that it was the little things that mattered
But it all seems true to you
Say the hell with my name, and say the hell with my picture
Yeah but swear the one time you need me around, be around, Im around right now well
Ill stand like it matters
Only once got screwy things got scattered by the rain
Pain gives me the right to be unkind
(chorus) x 3
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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The true picture of life as it is, if it could be adequately painted, would show men what they are, and how they might rise, not, indeed to perfection, but one step first, and then another on the ladder.
quote by Anthony Trollope
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