Best Inspirationalwork Poems
but it's a work day!
although my file for work is
named play, just in case.........
* 16th angel card
A unique vision through the camera lens,
Portraits of nature in black and white.
Letting the beauty of contrast speak.
The California Coastline, the Sierras,
The Southwest..all in the starkest outline.
And Yosemite, whose grandeur he loved best.
A life spent capturing these wonders
Letting his work inspire; an incentive
To protect these treasures for all our tomorrows.
For a look at his work to to:
www.anseladams.com
I wrote this as a letter of encouragement to my nephew who loves to paint
but doubts his ability. He is quite good for such a young age.
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The young artist was painting down by the lake for hours.
and was very pleased with this work in water colors his favorite medium.
Just as he was adding the finishing brush strokes there was a sudden downpour
and he was unable to get himself or his work to shelter fast enough.
The canvas got wet now all he had to show for his time and effort was
a pretty colored blur on canvas that looked nothing like he intended at all.
Feeling a bit sad he let it dry but rather than paint over it he chose to
keep and display it prominently in his studio as a reminder for himself alone.
Now that painting which he had finally titled “Blurred Vision”
sat on the side table right next to the studio door.
A reminder that he could have gotten angry and let himself
feel that he had wasted all that time he had put into his art that day.
Or brood over the paint he may have felt he had wasted as well as
the framed canvas. You invest more than time in your art.
visitors to his studio would notice the painting as they turned to leave and
some would ask “what am I supposed to see here?”
“what ever you like, it’s art.” was his usual reply.
When asked “what is this?” He replied “That was my best art lesson.”
A good many years have passed since that wet day and every time he goes out of doors
to paint, perhaps by the lake as is his custom he is happy that he chose to keep that
little reminder sitting there on the side table by the studio door because it makes him
smile to remember a beautiful day along time ago of time well spent doing what he loves
to do and not to forget the umbrella
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~ (~) "I believe True
Humility is Innocent,
and free -
evolving through-
life continually-
aspiring before-
God-and-man to-
move in Gratitude -
and being Heavenly,
and Gracious, Tenderly-
aware -
it is Always Surrendering-
itself to the Opportunity -
remaining-Unconditionally-
Faithful-to-This-Principal,
and Overtly-Willing-to-
abide in Peace and-
Unity with-the-
World-around-
it - thereby -
being recreated -
itself; before the-
brevity of-it's days;
given-whatever -
the-limitation; or-matter". (~) ~
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Thank you.
I would like to thank particularly as I am adopted my many Mothers, and Fathers, family's
and friends and the family whom I am not with now of my marriage ... . Your patience with
me along with God's the time shared is the reason I stand here today.
My work was mainly inspired by one of the greatest poets I believe to ever live. I believe with
all that was in him he wrote, and with all that was in him he lived for what he wrote. Mainly
two poems. Among others. The poems *Mending Wall* & *The Road Not Taken.*. Written By
none other than *Robert Frost*. These two poems sum up all of his work I believe, as well as
mine. I wrote a poem inspired by both. Here it is. The words of this poem form in the shape
and reference a picture of me as a lad, also center alined it forms an open vessel ready to be
filled. ""Written for my angels ((INSPIRATION") Raquel, and Jonathan. "Take-untrodden-
paths, LIVE... !""
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They say
"Shoot for the stars"
No reason
to limit yourself
"You can be anything you want to be"
The world is yours to make your home
The people you love to be your friends
The places you see to be vacation
Success comes with hard work
And the payoff can take its time
But just like the stars
You too will shine
Success has no limit
No finish line
It can not be weighed by ounces
Or counted in banks
Success is everything that you work for
It shows in every smile, in every friend, in every moment you embrace
Success will not run from anybody nor hide
It is yours to find and build and keep alive
So don't wait or hold back
"Shoot for the stars"
God’s greatest work of art isn’t mankind
It isn’t the food we eat at mealtime.
It isn’t the leaves that fall from the tree,
It isn’t the honey we get from a bee.
It isn’t the stranger who became our friend,
It isn’t the money we love to spend.
It isn’t the green grass covering the ground
It isn’t the snakes slithering around.
God’s greatest work of art can be seen everyday
It surrounds our world as we hurry on our way.
It’s the majestic sunrise that greets each day
It’s the sweet smell of fresh cut hay.
It’s a child’s smile innocent and pure
It’s a doctor’s intelligence developing a cure.
It’s the song of rain dancing on the roof
It’s the crunch of snow beneath a horse’s hoof.
It’s the gift of love we share with each other
It’s the miracle of life when you become a mother.
It’s the enchanting sunset bringing on the night
It’s the simple knowledge of what’s wrong and what’s right.
It’s the strength and courage to face our fears
It’s the gift of memories from our past years.
It’s the millions of stars blanketing the sky
It’s the flight of an eagle soaring up high.
It’s the colorful rainbow after the storm
It’s the way we come together when our lives are torn.
God’s greatest work of art isn’t mankind
It’s the birth of peace at Christmas time.
It’s a special love two people share
It’s a heavenly angel watching over us with care.
In the depth of the darkness
In the recesses of my soul
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro
I think and I wake and I wonder and I know
That life where I belong
This life that I wear
Is not of my soul
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro
To reach my heart I must push past
The quest...my journey, my bliss
The one turn...turn it right to go
I think and I wake and I wonder and I know
My path already made
My soul along it will follow
On this path I'll find my heart
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro
I think and I wake and I wonder and I know
Dori
Life itself is one big classroom
Written by Dean Masciarelli
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Change your way of thinking
Instead of trying to change
someone else
And do your best to stay focused
And by doing so
Every day will be a work in progress
But just try to remember one
thing along the way
Life itself is one big classroom
And there are many lessons that must
be learned way before
our work here on this earth can be done
So work on improving thyself first and foremost
And change your way of thinking
Instead of trying to change someone else
A great man is dead
How do you measure that? How do you say
That certain of bread
Condoned not that he ate and just walked away?
When a man assumes
Certain responsibility, how do make his task
Unique? What fine brooms
Do you use to tell if his face is but a mask?
A great one his dead
Honor him, honor him well. O but too late
If you honor the dead.
Did his work merit the passion of the state?
Then our one tribute
Is to make a man's work eternal; all his dreams
Give means to salute
The people passing in their mourning streams.