I Will Not Paint Those Paintings
I used to see paintings in my mind's eyes
I used to dream scenes amazing paintings
I used to dream paintings in sleep sight
paintings in details I had never seen before
paintings which stopped heart in sight shock
I knew canvases were awkward hard to carry
to travel with poems is only paper and pen
paint your paintings inspiring I write poems
I will not soul carry paint those paintings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I will always find even the worst paintings that attempt some kind of representation better than the best invented paintings.
I have no ideas about what the paintings imply about the world. I don't think that's a painter's business. He just paints paintings without a conscious reason.
quote by Jasper Johns
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Soul Paintings
enter hung gallery
my stunning exhibition
walk these displays
all these my paintings
open mouth heart soul
wide wider wider as
I breathe soul paintings
straight into mind fixation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Divine
Poems after poems
Painted love as divine
Songs after songs
Hug and wet kiss
Are treated as eternal bliss
Paintings after paintings
Soft touch and sex
Are depicted as ambrosial
Heavenly things are in this world
Worldly things are in the heaven
Then, no difference
Between this world and the world after?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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My Life as Simulacra
Xerox your paintings,
Deposit them in a screen.
Avoid the decay
Of natural processes—
Disintegration.
Preserve your thoughts in this way:
As a copy of
Expression. If that seems cold,
Burn the real paintings for warmth.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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You were told how much space so it was a matter of whether you could send in two paintings or three paintings, you know, pending where the show was being held. You did submit work to be accepted. Once you were accepted that was it. You did your own selection of what went in.
quote by Lee Krasner
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Maybe I am looking at Eve
Two paintings
look back at me:
The one girl is shy
and stripped to her middle
with auburn hair
covering a breast
and the other
hanging round and firm
tipped by
a pink brown nipple.
The big eyes of the other
are greener than grass
and laurel is wreathed
through her auburn hair
hanging in strings
of a fairy like girl
whose complexion
glows pink and alive
and she’s dressed
in big green leaves
holding some purple lavender
in a unseen hand
and I like to think
that both paintings
shows the same girl
and maybe
I am looking at Eve.
[Reference: Keys to your heart and Fairy Queen by Mandi Engelbrecht. (These paintings belongs to me.) ]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Up until 35 I had a slightly skewed world view. I honestly believed everybody in the world wanted to make abstract paintings, and people only became lawyers and doctors and brokers and things because they couldn't make abstract paintings.
quote by Frank Stella
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Waves
Kind of thunder from my heart
Flooding my eyes
Kind of armies marching
Through my head
Sombre soldiers
From nowhere
Kind of someones
Moving out of me
Have no fear
Going somewhere
Ship is leaving right on time
Empty harbour, wave goodbye
Evacuation of the isle
Cavemans paintings drowning
Famous last words on the air
I stay here and you are there
While our city softly sinks
Cavemens paintings drowning
song performed by by Alphaville
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Thigh Ignition
Ms Grimslee?
Have you had too much to drink?
When I said I enjoy the fresh approach,
You use to deliver realism to your artwork.
I meant that.
Did you misunderstand me?
I said, 'I enjoy sniffing your paintings! '
Not your 'panties'.
Is this the private viewing you wanted to show me?
Would you put them back on.
Let's join the others where your paintings are on exhibit!
~Forgive me!
Will you please keep this between us!
This is most embarrassing.~
I am still interested in purchasing, 'Thigh Ignition'
What scent is that did you use?
It reminds me of tuna!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I also paint and enjoy acrylic medium; some of my close friends have paintings I did for them.
A Moments Harmonic Creativity
hope to write
beautiful
meaningful
poems painted
into vibrant
neurons emotive
mysteries life
we vision friends
shall remain friends
when we need images
of creative art
to lift low ebb soul
we shall walk
through landscapes
of living paintings
enjoying familiar
to surprising scenes
which artistically
please sensory minds
delight
imaginative
symmetry
appreciation
in creation soul
paint not merely
for a moment
of harmonic
creativity
paint for all hearts
souls rise uplifted
in arms breath art
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Euphoria
Kind of thunder from my heart
Flooding my eyes
Flooding my eyes
Kind of armies marching through my head
Sombre soldiers
From nowhere
Kind of someones moving out of me
Have no fear
Have no fear
Kind of someones moving out of me
Going somewhere
Going somewhere
Ship is leaving right on time
Empty harbour, wave goodbye
Evacuation of the isle
Cavemans paintings drowning
Famous last words on the air
I stay here and you are there
While our city softly sinks
Cavemens paintings drowning
Drowning
Drowning...
song performed by by Alphaville
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If I could have a lodge at the sea somewhere
If I could have a lodge
at the sea somewhere
preferably at the south coast,
could lie in the sun
would you come along
and drive into my dreams
and paint the walls like a castle
where only you and I can stay?
We would make fruit salad
from our own bananas,
mangoes and papaws
and would fish every day,
fry barracouta on the coals
and there we might
fall madly in love
and you would paint and hang up paintings
while I try to catch a few words
on paper.
If I could have a lodge
at the sea somewhere
would you come along
come on... what do you say?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Paintings by fliss
Colours vivid
Colours bright
Texture livid
Radiating bright
Cottages rural
Pen and ink
Not done as a mural
Shaded as the sun sinks
Autumn leaves
So vivid and right
Oh let me please
Hold them so light
Abstract art deco
Grace and whirls
Lucid memories echo
Canvas covered swirls
Beach scene
Evoking holidays abroad
Laid back and serene
Paintings on board
Sunflower so warm
Head in full bloom
Sit and look until dawn
Paintings so rich, warmth filling room.
poem by Robert Green
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A Brush With Genius
Before the brush was in his hand,
The artist said a prayer!
For all his friends across the land
With whom he planned to share...
Lions, tigers and bears, oh, my!
The artist sketched them all,
So expertly, for by and by,
Each one would grace his wall...
Each canvas like a photograph,
A treasure to behold,
As if that wasn't quite enough,
Each one was framed in gold...
Each masterpiece was well received
And prints were sold worldwide,
As tributes to what he'd achieved,
Of which he should take pride...
And yet here was a humble man,
Self-taught and yet what skill,
Yet when we do the best we can,
There's bound to be a thrill...
Release your hidden genius
And God will bless you, too!
Like Stephen Gayford can bless us
With paintings old and new...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent paintings by
artist Stephen Gayford of gayfordgallery-dot-com
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Need
Poems need rhythm
Not rhymes
Songs need melody
Not lyrics
Paintings need form
Not function
People need hope
Not money
poem by Paul H Nelson
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You dream
In Spain you want
to buy a villa
and dream
that we desert away into the world.
That we disappear from here
and go to a foreign place
and stay in a new country
and only you and me
are going there.
That we talk our own language
among people
that does not understand
what we are saying
and you paint great paintings
and I still do not know
what I am going to do there
(maybe fall more
in love with you)
or perhaps
it doesn’t really matter.
l’Envoi
When at a time
we awake from this dream
perhaps things work out better
than what I expect
and we’ll lie next to the Mediterranean,
with a seagull
screaming in our ears
just like here.
poem by Gert Strydom
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School report
You stood behind me
Watching, looking over my shoulder
I saw you writing
'Could have done better'!
I screwed up the paper
It missed the bin
My destination.... to write? ? or
There was more poetry in watching you
Unravelling the argument from your eyes
Burning still
So much passion lost in trying
So many paintings in the making
I make a sketch
Without true features
Passed blurring
Life is moving just below the windowsill
Shapes and bodies swimming
Pools of light ripple on the water
Barely visable
But not for want of trying
Crowds full of paintings
Shaken petals on a black wet pavement? I Pound a quote out!
[badly.......]
Words barely visable
Losing their way
Returning to nothing
I can see you watching
I watch you writing
'Could do better'
Barely visable
Not for the want of trying
I laugh and give myself an A for 'effort'
An A? What the hell does that mean?
In this world something has to make sense,
Survival after all must be 'worth surviving for! '
Not for the want of trying,
The want, of 'trying!
magnolia Turtle Bridge
'SCHOOL OF PROFOUND ISMS'
poem by Yvette Smith
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I take this art very seriously and passionately. I love what I do. You can't help but grow. That's not to say you don't make mistakes or make bad choices, but that's part of the art. Painters paint bad paintings.
quote by Christopher Meloni
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