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Actually WOW!! Great!

OP,

I'm working on my email to you. Give me a bit yet.

Four Generations

Separated by a war
Mom and Dad de-sexualized
Rage and lust became a fear
Wealth was all they realized.

Doctor Spock was a Black Op
To twist the Babied Boomers
Worshipers of self and stuff
Trained to be consumers.

Latch Key children left alone
Drugged and robbed and raped
Diseased, they’re dreaming of a war
To clean the filthy slate.

Flounders have no kin or friend
But that which lives upon a web
Self-control was kept from them
They are the texting, walking dead.

12.23.16


Sorry, this is so grim... I see it every day.

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Thank you. Yes, it's a song. Yes, it snows in the mountains. And yes, I enjoy painting sometimes. Mostly I don't have time, but the interest and a double portion of skill has blossomed fully in my firstborn. You should see my Christmas present from him this year. :-)

When you say you are an art dealer - do you also paint -or sell paintings?

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Wow! I never pictured there being any snow in New Mexico. Wild!

That is another beautiful song. Congrats.

I don't paint, but I do buy and sell. If you google my name as all one word followed by my birth year (60) and "ebay" you'll find my store...

I've occasionally had some New Mexico school stuff in and out, and picked up a small collection by a smaller-name NM-school artist named Laura Hoernig some time ago. I love her stuff.

Google: "Laura Hoernig" artist images

[link to www.findartinfo.com]


Do you pay much attention to the "local" artists?

Would You?

If I gave the moon to light your eyes
The stars to decorate your skies
Horizons vast to set you free
To bring you joy, a cup of mead
Would you. . .

Would you sing for me?
Would you dance beneath the stars
Would you give me all your heart
And sing. . .
Would you sing for me?

If I left you flowers in valleys green
And orchards full of fruited trees
Then taught the birds to sing a song
Of love to you at every dawn
Would you. . .

Would you sing for me?
Would you speak my name and smile
Would you walk with me a while
And sing. . .
Would you sing for me?

If I warmed your skin with sun and gave
An unexpected summer rain
Then brought you here to rest and dine
On bread and butter, cheese and wine
Would you. . .

Would you sing for me?
Would you breathe a happy sigh
Would you say you’re satisfied
And sing. . .
Would you sing for me?

Then if at last, when your song was sung
I took you where the stars are hung
To dazzle you with worlds and moons
Inspired by your loving tunes
Would you. . .

Would you sing for me?
Once again beneath the stars
Would you hold my swelling heart
And sing. . .
Would you sing for me?

11.12.13

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This is so beautiful. Wish John Denver were still alive to sing it!

Four Generations

Separated by a war
Mom and Dad de-sexualized
Rage and lust became a fear
Wealth was all they realized.

Doctor Spock was a Black Op
To twist the Babied Boomers
Worshipers of self and stuff
Trained to be consumers.

Latch Key children left alone
Drugged and robbed and raped
Diseased, they’re dreaming of a war
To clean the filthy slate.

Flounders have no kin or friend
But that which lives upon a web
Self-control was kept from them
They are the texting, walking dead.

12.23.16


Sorry, this is so grim... I see it every day.


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Noting to be sorry for. It's the TRUTH. That's what we all need to hear. The I-phone zombies are everywhere!

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Used to post this myself, about 4-5 years ago. thought it was a nice respite from the doom !

My own favorite poem, to tell the lying woman I thought might be a 'steady partner' that I figured out her game ( WAS to push the old boy friend into proposing ! ).

SUNSETS
Sunsets are a time for two,the Master's work to share;
With pinks and blues and purple hues, His love He does declare !

Alas that I but mortal be; love flows like blood devoid of clot;
Adrift in time, my only crime; in love with one who loves me NOT !
Now shadows lengthen in my heart, as your sunshine fades away;
Deprived of light, from blue eyes bright; warm were your kisses, yesterday !
As Earth from sun, will turn away; yet golden beams flood each new day;
So waits my love, like His above; my heart is true, my feet are clay !

He married her! I forgot to tell her ... Second marriages ARE TWO THIRDS FATAL !

Eagle

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Used to post this myself, about 4-5 years ago. thought it was a nice respite from the doom !

My own favorite poem, to tell the lying woman I thought might be a 'steady partner' that I figured out her game ( WAS to push the old boy friend into proposing ! ).

SUNSETS
Sunsets are a time for two,the Master's work to share;
With pinks and blues and purple hues, His love He does declare !

Alas that I but mortal be; love flows like blood devoid of clot;
Adrift in time, my only crime; in love with one who loves me NOT !
Now shadows lengthen in my heart, as your sunshine fades away;
Deprived of light, from blue eyes bright; warm were your kisses, yesterday !
As Earth from sun, will turn away; yet golden beams flood each new day;
So waits my love, like His above; my heart is true, my feet are clay !

He married her! I forgot to tell her ... Second marriages ARE TWO THIRDS FATAL !

Eagle

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Hope life is better for ya now. Thanks for sharing this.

So sad. Had the same kind of thing happen to me once too...

come on over and shoot the shit
beat me out of me
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Watchers watching
A Sasquatch squatting
Shitting out a pill unreal

Toned in a color surreal
Suicidal intentions
Within reality shuns

The image in kind
Gazing upon mind
Twisting toadstool freckled

In illusions speckled
Of yesterday's fears
In tomorrow's tears

That will never be
A taken part of me

Thundering Earthworms

Sitting in the garden on a sunny day in May
All about me greening are the seeds of harvest play
The soil, like cottage cheese, but now black and wet with rain
Covered with an armor that no wind can blow away.
It blew away my greenhouse, my bucket and my hat
I think I saw a groundhog on a flying ‘welcome’ mat
But the precious rain of Spring still hides within the soil
The untilled cover spreads like a robe around one royal
The blossom’s on the apple, the onion blooms beneath
The spinach and lettuce met approval with my teeth
I knelt beside a raised bed of many kinds of plants
Hearken the announcement; “Spring is here at last.”
Impatient for their waking, trailed fingers through the straw,
Smiled at the joyful rise of a million-earthworm-crawl
One awoke another in the warm black soil and rain
Stretching, dancing, twisting until twenty feet away
I could hear the earthworm thunder and feel the soil quake
Spring awoke with laughter, and I’m off to find my rake.


may.2016

Going into the way back machine...... This is about the first thing I ever wrote. Back in 1968..... Oh the memories, I was only 15. It was manifest as both fact and metaphor.


Thine Own Beauty

This day a giant Oak tree did I discover,
Not to say I had not seen it before
But only now did I choose to explore
And see what it held in store.

This be what I found,
Many a reaching branch
Like outstretched arms
Did find their way to the ground and sky.

They covered a magnificent area
In a spectrum of grace and beauty.
Beauty as this I had viewed from a distance before
But now I am close and to be close is to be inside
Yes it’s true. And to be inside is to see everything I cherish
And in sight if this I could not help but fall in love.
Oh to climb upon and among the limbs of this life
To breath the surrounding air rarified by the shade
Which the leaves of green there upon provide.

To ascend to the top and gaze upon the world
From such a breathtaking height, Ah Yes!
And to gain motivation, incentive and courage
From the thought of living my life encompassed
By the light or deep, gay or sad, happy or mad, sweet or sour serenity
Which makes for a life of fulfillment .

It is true, there would be a time on a winters day
Which would leave me cold and the branches bare without a bird in sight
But would not that make one love the luscious Summer even more?

Be it not that I should dream of Utopia
But would grow to love the life of this tree more each day.
Oh how I wish fate would allow me to make company of this tree
For many a day, perhaps an eternity.

?.?.1968

Last Edited by scimitar on 12/26/2016 01:49 PM

Then the last thing I wrote 2 weeks ago. 48 years..... damn that makes me feel ancient.

PAIN

The taste of pain is never sweet
But sometimes life demands such
We believe we've swallowed defeat
And happiness lies beyond our touch.

It is a common thread upon this Earth
From the beginning until the very end.
Where in the world is beloved mirth
That helps our hearts protect and defend?

There once was a path that was easier to see
It was not so clouded with dangerous days
Then our confidence was forced to flee
And its’ return has met dreadful delays.

Temper actions with patience and forethought
Resist the urge to race toward a distant light
Go slow when a trustful alliance is sought
Except when courting your very own insight.

Cloak your loving spirit in the warmth of hope
After you free your soul of guilt and regret.
Dispense with what hinders your ability to cope
So you don't hang yourself with stress's rope.

Yes, you will find the way back to the smiles
When you tire of the darkness and chase it away.
Keep caution as a friend lest the enemy beguiles
And lures you back into the shadows someday.

12.10.2016

Last Edited by scimitar on 12/26/2016 01:03 PM

Nice. . . reminds me a Rita Springer song, "I'm gonna dance on these graves. . ."

And you are still a Spring Chicken. . . as long as we keep learning, we stay young. :-)

Story:

When my son was 3, I was learning something and including him on the process (in the garden.) He was so delighted with the results he exclaimed spontaneously, "Mom, you are a good woman! And I am your brother!"

That enthusiastic burst changed my perspective forever. Observation of our world makes us all the same age; brothers and sisters - outward looking, creative and interested.

yes - yes! This is that moment of observation that transcends time. The ageless moment. Lovely.

This was me at 8 years old:

The Artist

Silver and shiny, the design is so tiny
Lovely and fragile, it sits in the air
But even so, it does not tear.

It's maker, you would think, is rich and lovely
But really this artist is poor and ugly

Quietly she sets in her bed
While I look on and see a spider and web.

When you are reminded vividly of a time that was 48 years earlier in your life and feel the same weight of emotion and mental connection it speaks volumes about the human condition.

I have discovered in myself the realization that this life is not exactly what is seems to be.

I must confess from an artistic point I've never really read much poetry..... I just wrote it, and for the most part only intended it for my own consumption. Every piece of paper with a scratched down poem that I've ever written, before writing on a computer, I still have.

although when I was young I was enamored with the writings of Kahlil Gibran.

While I'm at it I would like to extend a heartfelt compliment, I really do appreciate the way you express yourself. + Yes, even at 8 you were already great.

What might not show is that I am also deeply logical when I am able to set aside my emotions. My personal Apex is electronics, any thing that uses electrons to serve a useful purpose I feel at one with. Ha Ha

Last Edited by scimitar on 12/26/2016 06:04 AM

They Live in the Light

Taste the sweet of victory
After spewing out the defeat
Lift up your weary eyes
So the wanting spirit can rise

Just a time to remember
Some of the things you forgot
Such a blaze of glory
But not the end of the story

Open your eyes to the darkness
Imagine the shadows come alive
If they cannot live in the light
Then certainly they are not right.

Born on the whisper of imaginings
The things we wish could be true
Relish the morning dew
Until it disappears into the blue.

Cry that tear and be confused
Mouth that silent prayer
Then realize it’s all a ruse
Just smile but don’t refuse.

Soon enough will come the time
When the room will be empty
Until that very day
Let light lead the way.

6.12.2016

Twisting in the wind

Twisting in the wind just to feel it catch the corners of my mind,
Always amazed.

Laughing at myself when I think I know too much about what I find,
but never disappointed.

Craving the dreams that catch me by suprise when I'm flying blind,
Savoring the sensation.

Braving the storm of change about to crash upon all of human kind,
Trusting in GOD.

Descending into chaos with only the safety of truest love to bind,
Saving me.

12.17.2009

Ethereal Persistance

A glorious and ethereal persistance,
Substantive yet elusive in nature
Shines as moonlight in your dreams.

Waste not a moment to seek its virture
given as a gift to your everlasting soul
Shadowing every step you may take.

I am not allowed to explain to your satisfaction
Because it lies beyound my comprehension,
But surely you have the power to touch it.

It resides as the dearest friend you have known
Comforting and endearing with warmth and affection
To lead you home where you surely belong.

Before you close your weary eyes to sleep
Listen closely to the invisible whisper
That sweetly becons you to seek perfection.

Yes I know it can not be so in our lives,
But please do not turn from this melody
Gentley calling to welcome you Home.

7.20.2007

Last Edited by scimitar on 12/26/2016 01:17 PM

This one is called "fate"

A cool soft breeze
Whispers in the wind
words of wonder weaving admits the air
melody of men manifesting dreams
Nobel knights bid old notes a new name
Imaginiation Immersed and Intertwined with intergalactic intensity and indecent intent
remembrance of a road once ran
A light so luminance life longs to look
Seeing the simplicity of souls in serendipity
A magnetic force merging two melodys
A collision of the cosmos consciousness
stars align creating a supernova
Fate feircly combines their forces of light
Admis a galaxy of giants
Only love remains

Sorry I didn't comment earlier..... Things are still crazy ATM. It is good...... It reminds me of myself. Thanks for posting it. I understand it.

Thank you for your kind words!
This one is called..little red riding veil (a fantasy poem)

A universe of secrets are hidden behind her green eyes
Ones she has never shared with a soul
A veil she created to hide her true beauty
She walks side by side with the wolves
Angels and anomalies exist at her core
Dragons and sorcerers haven't been able to breach
Truths she is yet able to teach
What is it you are looking for she asks
It's never the right answer and so the secrets remain
Guarded by the guardians
And surrounded by flames
She awaits
A new age where time goes counter clockwise
The least will have the most and the most will have the least
Many will gather for a glorious feast
Within a city lined in gold
A city where time doesn't exist and no one grows old
Where he sit as king of kings
Wildest dreams become a real thing
For those looking I will give you a clue
The new will become old and the old will become new
Keep searching within and remember who you are
A child of light who's compass is the stars

Would you be offended if I made a few changes to "Fate" to magnify it's intensity and clear away some fog hiding what I believe is your true intent?

Not at all

Fate

A cool soft breeze Whispers words
weaving wonder admits the air
Melodies of men manifesting dreams
Nobel knights bid old notes new names
Imaginiation Immersed and Intertwined
with intergalactic intensity and indecent intent
remembrance of a road once run
A light so luminous life longs to look
Seeing the simplicity of souls in serendipity
A magnetic force merging two melodys
A collusion of cosmic consciousness
stars collide creating a supernova
Fate fiercly combines their forces of light
Amidst a galaxy of giants
Only love remains

Powerful!

Last Edited by scimitar on 12/29/2016 05:46 PM

Why thank you. For the compliment and the change. The stuff I have written in here are out there to most so I appreciate when someone can relate.