I am artist
I am artist
Maker by my hands
With paintbrush or pen
I transcript existence
I am painter and poet
A maker by poiesis
Of language of dialect
A hymn or poetic picture.
Color is my light
My green a perception
Of wavelength of yellow and blue.
I am emerald like ocean to grow my way as chlorophyll
I am camouflaged
In green seen being through
The Chinese cuckold green
But dark skinned men
Green eroticized
Green will decay
When jealousy and evil lay
The green eyed monster lives
With his pouch full of greenbacks
And go-go of the street light’s glow
Let you know that the Pan-Africanism
Wave their flags green as ground and land
With red blood and black skin
Ethiopia, Zimbabwe, Senegal
Sacred Islam green, Iran and homes for Hamas
Libya, vert by the jolliness of youth
And beauty without shame
Jamaicans men the color of Nigeria
I have seen them dressed in green silk
In paradise where the third ray
Of creative intelligence did green my eyes.
Put the paint and pen
To the canvas and paper
Once wood grown in
Green growth
Far from my plastic pen.
My wishing water is full
Of turbidity suspended
Hazily words that would
Woo you with a tune cause by
The words that could with
Sound make with a fault
With a doubt about
Who you are as poet creator
Of the muse who no longer
Woo you as Hesiod
Did by muse and called
Upon Dante in the Inferno
When Melton’s Paradise Lost
Cried to the heavenly muse
Muse of fire O Willy wordsmith
You shook your shaker and speared
Your pen O muse ascend to tell the tale
Of Troilus and Criseyde
Be my muse and excuse
The weakness of my words
For I am self trained
In the words of the poetic worth of my tongue.
poem by David E. Patton
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Keep Your Faith Placed Safe
Fortunes meant for you,
Are not for anyone else to keep.
Unless they are holding it,
To be released to you.
And you are within reach.
People numbed from their surroundings,
Sleep.
Intoxicated by medications,
To ensure they stay away...
From wishes to be on top of the heap.
And lay under burdens tolerated,
With a sharing of addictions...
That has convinced them not to leave.
Don't dropp a tear or weep for them.
Stretched to the max,
With their pockets getting thin...
They are
And this they confirm,
Enclosed in minds suffering within.
With a slow burn inside they earn.
Afraid to relax their grasp that holds,
Onto old routines...
From them they can't let go.
As most routines on some bestow.
But a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of the Maker.
Yes a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.
Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Maker
Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the maker
I could not see
for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance i saw a light
Jean baptiste
walking to me with the maker
My body is bent and broken
by long and dangerous sleep
I can work the fields of abraham
and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
in the hands of the maker
Brother john
Have you seen the homeless daughters
standing there
with broken dreams
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
oh river rise from your sleep
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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The Maker
(daniel lanois)
Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
Ive run a twisted line
Im a stranger in the eyes of the maker
I could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life
From across the great divide, in the distance I saw a light
Of jean baptistes hes walking to me with the maker
My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I cant work the fields of abraham and turn my head away
Im not a stranger in the hands of the maker
Brother john, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
There over east of eden
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Oh, river rise from your sleep
Oh, river rise from your sleep
Oh, river rise from your sleep
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Painter Man
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Tried cartoons and comic books
Dirty postcards could have done
Here was where the money laid
Classic art has had its day
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Did adverts for t.v.
Household shops and brands of tea
Labels all around the cans
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
La...la...la...la...la...la...
La...la...la...la...la...la...la...
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
song performed by by Boney M.
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He Will
He will...
Remove all the troubles we've got!
He will...
Heal us from the bottom to top.
He's the Maker,
Of the Sun, Earth, Moon and Stars.
Even made the men and women we are!
He's the Maker.
He will..
Wipe all our tears away.
He will...
Deliver what we need if we pray.
Don't let nobody say,
Faith is not for believers...
Chase that thought away.
We've got to stay...
With God today!
He will...
Remove all the troubles we've got.
Yes He will...
Heal us from the bottom to top.
He's the Maker,
Of the Sun, Earth, Moon and Stars.
Even made the men and women we are.
That's all we really have from the start!
We have to get more God in our hearts.
He's the Maker!
Get more God in our hearts.
He's the Maker!
We gotta get more God in our hearts
He's the Maker!
Can't quit
Get God in our hearts!
He's the Maker!
Get get more God in our hearts!
He's the Maker!
Gotta get...
Can't quit!
Don't sit
With God in our hearts!
He's the Maker!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pray
Listen to my voice.
We are gathered here today
To speak of things we have to do,
And the friends we have to call,
From the middleground,
From the darkness.
Its been many years,
Many years,
Since we have faced a danger such as this.
There is nowhere left to hide.
No safety in old glories.
No sanctuary.
Ive seen the same nightmare in all our dreams,
But now its come to earth in search of us,
And through treachery, we are found.
So we must pray to the maker of all things,
And wait for the storm to come.
Maker
We are disciples to your desire.
Maker
We are the voices that sing your praises.
Maker
We are the rage that feeds your devotion.
Maker
Rise from the ground and be our salvation.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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A Toast To Wilkie Collins
FEBRUARY 16, 1874
THE painter's and the poet's fame
Shed their twinned lustre round his name,
To gild our story-teller's art,
Where each in turn must play his part.
What scenes from Wilkie's pencil sprung,
The minstrel saw but left unsung!
What shapes the pen of Collins drew,
No painter clad in living hue!
But on our artist's shadowy screen
A stranger miracle is seen
Than priest unveils or pilgrim seeks,--
The poem breathes, the picture speaks!
And so his double name comes true,
They christened better than they knew,
And Art proclaims him twice her son,--
Painter and poet, both in one!
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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A mathematician, like a painter or poet, is a maker of patterns. If his patterns are more permanent than theirs, it is because they are made with ideas.
quote by G.H. Hardy
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The Maker Said Take Her
I was taught to believe, and never to doubt
The man up above, knows what he's talking about.
So when I heard that voice, so loud and clear,
Speak to my heart I knew that she must be near.
The maker said take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
And treat her right
I never was the one for listening very well
I walked my own way and felt what I felt
Further out of touch with the master plan
she was like a flight to the promised land
And
The maker said take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her, don't be a heartbreaker
The maker said take her and treat her right.
Just treat her right
He placed an angel in the palm of my hands
And for once of my life I obeyed his comands
I'll take her and lover her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her, don't be a heartbreaker
The maker said take her and treat her right.
Just treat her right.
Just treat her right.
The maker said take her and love her forever;
Take care of her for life.
Never forsake her, don't be no heartbreaker
The maker said take her and treat her right.
And treat her right
For life
song performed by by Alabama
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A mathematician, like a painter or a poet, is a maker of patterns. If his patterns are more permanent than theirs, it is because they are made with ideas.
quote by Godfrey Harold Hardy
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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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The Story Of 2
Dream maker
Hoo...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...maker
Baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout
Just what I wanna do
I don't care if I'm wrong
I think I'm in love with you
And all of my friends say
That I'm movin' too soon
I don't care what they say
I wanna give myself to you
Dream maker
Make my dreams come true tonight
If I close my eyes
Would you hold me tight all night
Dream maker
Here's what we gon' do tonight
We gon' make sweet love
Till the mornin' light, yeah, yeah
Dream maker
Hoo...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...maker
I want you to have me
All to yourself
I've gotta be with you
I don't want no one else
You've given me everything
I can't ask for more
I need to be with you
Without you I just can't go on no more
Dream maker
Make my dreams come true tonight
If I close my eyes
Would you hold me tight all night
Dream maker
Here's what we gon' do tonight
We gon' make sweet love
Till the mornin' light, yeah, yeah
I'mma tell y'all a little somethin' about dreams
Dreams really, really, really do come true
See, I got a dream maker, how 'bout you
Dreams are made not by one, by two
Y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Let me tell y'all what I'm talkin' 'bout
Dream maker
Make my dreams come true tonight
If I close my eyes
Would you hold me tight all night
Dream maker
Here's what we gon' do tonight
We gon' make sweet love
Till the mornin' light, yeah, yeah
Thank you, thank you, thank you all for comin'
Hope y'all have enjoyed the eveninc
song performed by by Ashanti
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I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls
When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,
I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.
Then there was work in plenty, and I was a thriving man
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade, since the bustle making trade began.
I built bustles with a will then, I made bustles with a wit,
I made bustles as a Yankee hustles, simply for the love of it.
I built bustles with a skill then, surpassed, they say, by none,
But those were the days when bustles were the craze, and now those days are done.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, many many years ago,
I put my heart in the bustle maker's art and I don't mind saying so.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, I may have had the mind of a muff,
I may have been plain and deficient in the brain but I did know a bustle maker's stuff.
I built bustles for the slender, I built bustles for the stout,
I built bustles for the girls with muscles, and bustles for the girls without.
I built bustles by the thousands, in the good old days of yore,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade and I don't build bustles any more.
Many were the models worn once; but mine were unique, tis said,
No rival design was so elegant as mine; I was a bustle maker bred.
I was a bustle maker born once, an artist through and through,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade
And what can a bustle maker do?
I built bustles to enchant, girls, I built bustles to amaze,
I built bustles for the skirt that rustles, and bustles for the skirt that sways.
I built bustles for my aunt, girls, when other business fled,
But a bustle maker can't make bustles for his aunt when a bustle maker's aunt is dead.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, once in the days gone by,
I lost my heart to the bustle maker's art, and that I don't deny.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, as many men appear to suppose,
I may have been obtuse and of little other use
But I could make a bustle when I chose.
I built bustles for the bulging, I built bustles for the lithe,
I built bustles for the girls in Brussels and bustles for the girls in Hythe.
I built bustles for all Europe once, but I've been badly hit,
Things have decayed in the bustle making trade
And that it the truth of it.
poem by Patrick Barrington
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History Maker
History maker World shaker it’s what I wanna be
Going places seeing faces making history
Stepping out not afraid coming up against the enemy
History maker world shaker that’s what I wanna be
Get up and go-there is trouble everywhere
Finding solutions to our problems is so very rare
No more talking cause all the talking’s done
History maker world shaker I already have begun
Stand up for right I am in a fight
Trying with all my might to free them from their plight
History maker world shaker that’s what I want to be
Helping people change, changing history
But I can’t do it alone I need someone
To help me do the job and get it done
Become a history maker starting here today
Be a world shaker follow me I will show the way
Copy Right HN Brown 31 January 2009
poem by Henry Brown
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Sonnet: Offerings to God?
Does Maker want people to give flowers,
Or burn incense or sacrificial beast?
Does Maker want the murder of creatures,
Those looking weary, aged, diseased?
Does Maker want His temples made of gold,
With marbles statues, ivory altar?
Does Maker want human beings killed cold,
Things stolen, offered by men who falter?
God wants just offerings of gratitude,
Man’s prayers praising Him and hymns divine,
And men who wisely keep their attitude,
To be in Heaven for His best grape-wine.
Can appeased be a God by stolen things?
A pauper’s soul matters much more than king’s!
poem by John Celes
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Dont Suppose
(a.bell/v.clarke)
I dont suppose its gonna do any good
If I sit down and write you a letter
You made it plain and I guess I understood
Theres no way that things can get better
I was never so wrong
I thought we would go on forever
Always together
Now its hard to believe you would walk out
And leave me crying
Feel like Im dying
Dream maker, heart breaker
I would do anything you say
Dream maker, heart breaker
You could take everything away
Ive never felt like I feel lonely tonight
Like a river so deep filled with sorrow
I wont be sleeping I wont turn out the light
Ive got heartache enough for tomorrow
And I know I should learn
But wherever I turn you find me
Always remind me
Dream maker, heart breaker...(chorus)
And I want you to know
That its hurting me so inside me
Need you beside me
Dream maker, heart breaker...(repeat till fade)
song performed by by Erasure
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I bought an espresso maker and coffee maker and make them myself every day.
quote by Utada Hikaru
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The Indications
THE indications, and tally of time;
Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;
Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts;
What always indicates the poet, is the crowd of the pleasant company
of singers, and their words;
The words of the singers are the hours or minutes of the light or
dark--but the words of the maker of poems are the general light
and dark;
The maker of poems settles justice, reality, immortality,
His insight and power encircle things and the human race,
He is the glory and extract thus far, of things, and of the human
race.
The singers do not beget--only the POET begets;
The singers are welcom'd, understood, appear often enough--but rare
has the day been, likewise the spot, of the birth of the maker
of poems, the Answerer, 10
(Not every century, or every five centuries, has contain'd such a
day, for all its names.)
The singers of successive hours of centuries may have ostensible
names, but the name of each of them is one of the singers,
The name of each is, eye-singer, ear-singer, head-singer, sweet-
singer, echo-singer, parlor-singer, love-singer, or something
else.
All this time, and at all times, wait the words of true poems;
The words of true poems do not merely please,
The true poets are not followers of beauty, but the august masters of
beauty;
The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and
fathers,
The words of poems are the tuft and final applause of science.
Divine instinct, breadth of vision, the law of reason, health,
rudeness of body, withdrawnness,
Gayety, sun-tan, air-sweetness--such are some of the words of
poems. 20
The sailor and traveler underlie the maker of poems, the answerer;
The builder, geometer, chemist, anatomist, phrenologist, artist--all
these underlie the maker of poems, the answerer.
The words of the true poems give you more than poems,
They give you to form for yourself, poems, religions, politics, war,
peace, behavior, histories, essays, romances, and everything
else,
They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,
They do not seek beauty--they are sought,
Forever touching them, or close upon them, follows beauty, longing,
fain, love-sick.
They prepare for death--yet are they not the finish, but rather the
outset,
They bring none to his or her terminus, or to be content and full;
Whom they take, they take into space, to behold the birth of stars,
to learn one of the meanings, 30
To launch off with absolute faith--to sweep through the ceaseless
rings, and never be quiet again.
poem by Walt Whitman
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A Painted House Is Like A Poem.
In a way-A house painter is like a poet...
The house painter or average person just might not know it.
A lot of cleaning, sanding and preparation of the surface takes care and time...
Compositions, editing and thought polishes the rhyme.
When finished, they both are a work of art...
A lot of sweat and work is done by the artist's own part.
In the end, a finished polished piece...
Makes the artist, happy and at peace.
The work is finally done...
What hard work, finished-Now
feelings of enjoyed fun.
poem by Michael Gale
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I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
quote by Winston Churchill
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