The Dancer (Mine Muse Mime)
she is circumambulating
circumscribe spiral scribing
she is drawing me, drawing me in
calling, drawing it out from me
this poor lusting linguist with
limber arches alabaster
pillar
pleading pouting panting
teasing pleasing pirouettes
She is arousing me; unveiling inviting
awaiting my reaction
from dancer's distance
rite reciprocating
She is possessing, unveiling inviting
acrostic acrobatic adolescent arabesques
...awaiting my reaction
for her want of waiting
floor fashion marble
tiles tripping tessellate
gliding charming guiding
fantastic goads geometric
Templar template tessellate tesseracts
She, she, she...
She is swallowing me
sybaritic staccato swaying
mantric tantric magnetic
movements
...mmm... mandalaic
She, she, she...
magnetic majestic marvelous
magnificent as magic
She is leading for revealing
concealing captive
choreography
Oh, that I might spill more
spill more, spill more the so
in writing....
fluid frame flush flowing
squaring circle
she mine living miracle
She is singing lullabies
blissfully whispering
forefinger mouth mute silence
calm collect for quelling
She is singing lullabies
(ssshhhh....)
mind's eye ears hear
her for the wonder welling
wonder thunder tapping
attentive 'tension 'ffections
natural grace distract demanding
'pulsive symphony pleasing
'sistent call cacophonous
chorous commanding
She is leading me
I bob and weave to her pleas pleading
leading panting pulsing
pugilist
lock lick for the lunging
lusting linguist leading...
flushing and blushing
breathless she is leaving me
gushing grasp gasp gaping
I am on the ropes
punch drunk pugilist poet
pulse I of profuse panting
fumble for the following...
fantastic ripe rife rhythmic strife
breath-bound for flounder flushing
I inhale bruise for blushing
lick sweat smear her hear
dear I cry, I her hear her I cry!
Oh! how she is so rewarding of me
teasing tripping sophistry
veiled voluptuous sumptuous beauty
she is drawing, dawning
...drawing me
and she is calling it,
drawing such out from me
sublime symbiosis sweetly
with symbiotic reciprocity
She dances jazz, she dances ballet
butterfly ballerina beguiling
with gestures sacred geometry
Cabbalistic plastercine
latticine sublimity cunning
She is defying!
she is dumbfounding! ! !
delectable delicious delicacies
mine mime
sweet muse sublime!
dissolute 'lusions most intimate divine
lover space between, between mine this
bouncing breath slick smudge of swallowing
playing out our pantomime
she, I pen pierce paper for
crafting concentric unwrapping
the poet within the packaging
the poet without the packaging
She is unwrapping tappings
drawing our dance unveiling
randy resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Painting
I'm drawing a circle,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each gliding of the pencil on the paper,
Until it becomes a spiral.
I'm drawing the line of your oval eyes,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each winking of yours,
Until it becomes only the memory of your sight.
I'm drawing the line of your elliptical lips,
This beauty of your lips,
Which is dwindling concentrically
With each whisper
Until it becomes only the memory of your word.
I'm drawing your great feeling,
As a noble heart,
Which is eccentrically enlarging,
Until I can touch you
To become one soul.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Pictures In The Sand
And Im gonna spend my time,
Drawing pictures in the sand for you.
And Im gonna ride the tide[? ],
And Im gonna make a rendezvous.
Sitting by the sea,
Sipping at my tea,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing message to you.
Pictures in the sand (drawing pictures in the sand)
There is nothing I would rather do (there is nothing I would rather do)
Than just sit here in the sand (drawing pictures in the sand)
And think of thinks Id like to say to you (I love you true)
Every single day (every single day)
I waste my time away,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing messages to you.
(all together)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand.
If I didnt have a dime,
Would you still be loving me?
While I spend my whole life through,
Drawing pictures just for you.
But I could never draw my love,
Its so very hard to do.
Every single day,
I waste my time away,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing messages to you.
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand. (do-bum, do-bum...)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
song performed by by Kinks
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The French Teacher
I am taken with her skill of language
well versed in verse root romantics
as well, wooing and cooing
with captivating kinesthetics
intuitively she knows how to move
keep her poet jaw dropped and gushing
spilling fount flow for fumbling and wondering
that he might please her with writing
that he might please her with writing
writing, writing for offering...
form voluptuous statuesque classic
Romanesque animate becoming
hair hallowed aureate dawning and drawing
generous goddess lips eyebrows blowing
crystalline kisses through azure spectacles
spectacular splendid spectacles
inspirate azure and emerald speckled
aquamarine splendour shining
spectacles windows bowing....
But she is no mere anachronism,
mine ageless angelic antiquity
rather, an archetype for study sustaining
filling parched poets and artists hungry
unto the ages exhausting eternity
her accent accentuates geometry
I am aching articulation arching
fantastic fresco, mosaic musing
influx imagery inundating overwhelming
core etymologic elocution erotic
syntactic sublime as enamouring
and she is laconic, tutoring beauty
the virtues of verity; beloved brevity
I am putty in her hands, clay for sculpting,
molding metal for cursive casting
As for her, mine words are so such;
We are crafting each other in many languages
For Karen M
merci beaucoup: -)
copyright R. Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh
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It is only by drawing often, drawing everything, drawing incessantly, that one fine day you discover to your surprise that you have rendered something in its true character.
quote by Camille Pissarro
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Strange Eels' Orchid
This indigo night
wildest orchids
Strange twisting eels
we becumming
aquamarine
moonlit burgundy
we twist swim be
'tween such twins
we braid bathe conducting
this terrific beloved
spice breath pulse
thunders beating
we grasp gasp
slick electricity
fumble tumble
lost long searching
explore plunge spin entangling
depths of breath
thunder pulse wonder
we exchanging
we are sharing
we are melding
the current our pulsings
prayer beads muffle
seep sweetest of sweat
unashamedly so the lovely
electro magnetic
magnificent magentic
explode rapture
dissolve
We are swimming
Airborne mine Love
heavens below
crying mortals wallow
fantastic flow for follow
Randy Resh 2011
poem by Randy Resh
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Bikini
She is now in her bikini
for the past week
I've been waiting dreamy
She buys two:
one white, other black
Which one first?
my august choice
white smear knuckle spit sticky slick
models under over view
She is even asking my preference
I am overcum with honour,
sincerest gratitude
(knowing my taste in texture, colour)
It is lace; skirt extending convertible
far beyond my fantasies' measuring
inspecting delicate fit becuming
I am lost with wonder, marvel
sculpted wear cut of contour
She is elegant, fit for form
statuesque classic beaming
face radiance ripe from raining
searing sea foam frothing
She fills form as the finest model
she mermaid, fantasy French Maid
She has been to the gym
my slack-jawed mouth open
Salivant drips drooling
I of gleeful pride
lascivious
blush flush smirk slick slide
my glass is now want for waiting, panting
plead her pleasure fill for flower
stamen seethe for flowing
spend mine most intimate reaction
complement
in most moist manners arriving
squeeze the sunscreen shooting violently
lotion liquid shear half wineglass
filling
I gush flush ferocious
share slick stick spill trading
my tan for hers
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Beautiful Game
These shoulders
almost wide enough
to play the hand
fountain quill fanning
talon wingtip splayed
My God;
You The One So Beautiful
we the airborne glide drawing
cards laid
tenuous tempest
hearts and spades
hearts in spades laid
tessellate tightrope
clawing down-wind
downe betraying
light with shade splayed
copyright Randy Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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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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Drawing Crazy Patterns
Its like sleeping now
He got married in the rush
Abels only son was gone
He finds hard to adjust
Hes feeling younger now
Younger than he was before
He wishes he had changed his mind
Yeah old mistakes they seem so small
And if he had to be you
Then hed get out and do the things hes always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Some people push by
And everyone is cursing them
But he doesnt raise his hand
He broke his dreams and lost his friends
Hes asking questions now
Got caught in his confusion
He shakes his head and looks at me
Then he shouts out loud
If you had to be me
Would you get out and do the things you always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Its like sleeping now
When youre gazing at the floor
And on this late night
Its getting harder now harder now
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
song performed by by Texas
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Drawing Crazy Patterns
Its like sleeping now
He got married in the rush
Abels only son was gone
He finds hard to adjust
Hes feeling younger now
Younger than he was before
He wishes he had changed his mind
Yeah old mistakes they seem so small
And if he had to be you
Then hed get out and do the things hes always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Some people push by
And everyone is cursing them
But he doesnt raise his hand
He broke his dreams and lost his friends
Hes asking questions now
Got caught in his confusion
He shakes his head and looks at me
Then he shouts out loud
If you had to be me
Would you get out and do the things you always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Its like sleeping now
When youre gazing at the floor
And on this late night
Its getting harder now harder now
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
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I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.
quote by Le Corbusier
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My attitude towards drawing is not necessarily about drawing. It's about making the best kind of image I can make, it's about talking as clearly as I can.
Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.
quote by Paul Cezanne
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Granddaughter On My Knee
She sat on my leg till it ached a lot, then moved
where it numbed and squat, gave me red pen
to fill in the drawing I enjoy a lot, we shared
this time together on the floor, as we sat
drawing in a Angelina Ballerina Book
for children, and their grandparents
to colour together, we share a lot
of love together doing this, we
bond future generations to
past in lasing memory's
I love you Granddad
yes, I love you too.
It wasn't a problem for me drawing humans although I had originally come to the studio with the idea that what I had to offer them was my knowledge in the drawing of animals.
quote by Marc Davis
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When I was still in prep school - 14, 15 - I started keeping notebooks, journals. I started writing, almost like landscape drawing or life drawing. I never kept a diary, I never wrote about my day and what happened to me, but I described things.
quote by John Irving
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I like doing clay work. It's different from drawing on a page because you have something to mold into different shapes. It's quite visual, it's a thing you can hold and feel, and that makes it different from drawing.
quote by Bonnie Wright
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In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better.
There is, however, a change going on in the world. There's far more interest in drawing now than there has been in a long, long time. Schools are beginning to teach drawing again in a serious and meaningful way.
quote by Leonard Baskin
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I felt the need to get back to painting and I thought the best way was to start drawing, so I enrolled in a life drawing class. I soon discovered that people made very interesting subjects and I am still surprised that I had never discovered it before.
quote by Peter Wright
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