WHILE AT IT.. ART
We just have artiste
Inspired emotions
Some amazing n crazy
Some amazedly crazed
Gospel or Secular?..
We just have artists
Scritping life in words
And moments inspired
Some great and others
Now not so Great..
Good or evil?..
We just have art
Moments so inspired
Some awesome
Others on anthas..
Eccentricism?..
We just have a craft
Some aem so crafty
Others aem humble
Offerings aem gifted
While Art it
Is it a muse
It is all Arte
Could it be
But a test
Or a taste'
Lingering on our
Taste buds sweet
Reminiscence of..
Nolstagic of when
Memories of a place
We have but forgotten
Children of The Arte..
When Ye called us sons
Reign assents revered..
Art is an essence divine
#a_Cybertracks_moment
Dawn of another day,
I bow down my head, say this prayer…
“Dear Father, thank you for yester night
But more so, this day
That I know not, what comes with it…
I don’t want to live just to see the dusk
But to marvel at the birds’ chirping
To stare in awe at the colourful array of our nature
To bathe gladly in the clear blue sky
And even more so, if it gives way to rain
To gaze amazedly as the animals run their errands
To be enticed by the hills’ gallant poses
And wondrously sway to the rivers’ elegant meanderings
Want to make circular turns with my hands widely spread
As I elatedly take in the air You freely give
Let awareness fill my senses-
That all these ‘life’ isn’t just chance;
A reason exists for them to
That my life not just mere;
You have a purpose for
That this day is a day to rejoice and be glad in
Despite what it may bring along
This is the day the Lord gave”.
©GraceM Composition
The day my dear dog died
I was bereft;
At my very core I felt so hollow.
I cried and cried and cried,
for joy had left . . .
and gone with joy was my sweet Apollo.
We drove and I looked up
and saw the sky
the color blue that I remember when
I walked him as a pup,
those days that I
will miss so much. How happy I was then!
As from the graveyard, we
had then set out,
there burst through clouds of grey- sun’s rays of gold!
We watched amazedly;
there was no doubt
that heaven greeted dear Apollo’s soul.
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