Margaret Macdonald becoming CRMac's wife
led an active artistic life
Together made many a design
of floral motifs so fine
Sautéed psalms of silver strong
Believing in youth as maturity soothes
It is as it should be in my heart
No longer obsessed with less
Teal tears baptize and bless
Lust all that fuss dismissed
Creating a fuchsia foundation
For a clean heart of love so artistic
Kisses create passionate pulsing poetry
Amethyst heart fails to be imperfect
Yet victorious gloriously worth it
All the waiting praying forsaking
Of the wrong one’s led to
Love’s lavender ladder
Where superior intimacy awaits
Baking basking in indigo intimacy
Singing heart hymns
Turquoise touches melting them
From one note into one song
That dotes strokes sings steams
Hotter than July’s jade dreams
Purple passion new yet old fashion
Perfectly imperfect and ravishing
ARTISTIC EXPLOITS
enthusiastic
subtle
expressions
in
resurgence
revived
comfortable
concepts
sourced
aesthetic
achievements
in
imprecise
remnants
of
aspiring
legendary
patchwork
awareness
of
supposedly
anticipated
excesses
boldly
designated
ARTISTIC INCARNATIONS-:-
intense
concentrated
conceptions
utopian
utterances
as SYMBOLIC SENTENCES
elevated
purified
crystallised
intact
senses
now SUPPLANTED
exotic
swirling
shimmering
glowing
geometric
With one stroke of my hand
I can be seen and felt
in ways to nourish the soul
I paint visual scenes on canvas
I paint visual scenes on paper
exploring emotion
desires from within
digging deep for a meaning
I interpret the world
through my voice and
through the pictures formed in my head
I am both an artist and a poet
working hand in hand
to be seen and felt
artistic crocodile refused to wear clothes right away
I will paint a camouflage instead, he used to say
his mother gave up, but his dad pouted a bit.
Thinking his son looked kind of like a nitwit.
Someone new to the Everglades made Artistic a movie star.
He was given a standing ovation, and that was just in the car.
His parents were given their own huge swamp in which to live.
His artistic soul and lovely talents continued to give.
she made radishes into roses
her watermelon becomes a basket
she is an Artesian
she cuts her sandwiches into figure eights
her mini cakes show rainbow colors when sliced
her bread loaves are shaped like animals
eating her food is an adventure
always a surprise or two
she puts peanut butter in pancakes
A blissful, calm day echoes.
A warmth of a kiss it yields.
Atop trees and fertile fields
As far as the sky meets.
Favor grin honor its joyfulness
Of that felt by summer’s rays
On nature’s medium maze
Of color spray in sway, in gay play.
Keep, long moment narrative open
To the comfort landscape painting.
The finished airbrushed scene, reigning
By the hands and heart of the sun.
Pinwheel quivers rapidly, savoring time.
A breath airborne towards space
Across limbs with misplaced grace,
Expressing seconds of melodious chime.
9/4/2025
Leland the artistic elephant was plain at birth
This will not do said his mama with mirth.
An artist, she used his skin as a canvas of course
You could never confuse him with a raven or a horse.
He has style, patterns, colors, and a pretty design.
He is mine says his mother, he is handsome and fine.
Other elephants envy him, they call him artistic guy.
But it embarrasses him, for Leland is shy.
A realistic splendor
became artistic painting -
tonality of the soul
Creativity comes and goes.
That’s what she believes, she named Cho.
Cho happens to be a potato.
Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows.
When Cho the potato gets creative,
She eases in with simple watercolor.
Creativity starts to be invasive
as her mind races for more, oh brother.
Oils, dance, pottery, and art,
She gains quite the speed.
Cho doesn’t see art out of her league.
Creativity makes into her potato heart.
Literature, theater, architecture, film,
Drawing, music, sculpting, craft.
Cho the potato starts looking grim
As she spirals down and asks,
“Is all of this creativity making me dread?
I might just stay on the couch instead.”
I romanticize you.
No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind.
You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic.
Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented.
Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch once in their whole lonely life.
Look at you.
I mean really look and see how wonderfully made and sculpted you are.
My dear, you are art in the simplest way.
artistic brushstrokes
shaping colourful symbols
food for the mind's eye
AP: 3rd place 2025
Pull out a single sheet of paper after burning a fat doobie.
These colored pencils,paints, and pens.
How you do something to me.
As my thoughts are drawn out in black and shades of grey.
The color within
reveals the cluster f**k
that is my brain.
When I saw her eyes were burnt sienna,
and her lips were purple plaid,
when she said she wasn’t my kid’s teacher,
boy, was I ever sad.
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