Star shoots at the mind
Hangs like earring in teared sky
Fissure on a hook
Shows fighting Spirit
Canvased vapor chandelier
Sighs expanse at hand
Liquid lightning pen
Diamond lined felt able craft
A brook of fable
Metamorphosis
Cocoon of endorphin sighing
Solidifies seal
Compassed Inn stable
Signature signed guiding light
Lines mine of wonder
You house the there there
Anteroom of the Angels
Loom of bright signals
Dragons breath agate
Stares staircase, Jacob's Ladder
Starry eyes agape
Canvased Culture
David J Walker
Print on my clean canvas
Every poem I’ve ever written
On my eyes
What I’ve seen
On my ears
What I’ve heard
On my mouth
What I’ve said
On my lips
Every smile
On my tongue
Every taste
On my nose
Every scent
On my head
Every thought
On my heart
Every love
On my hands
Every work
On my feet
Every step
On my legs
Every mile
Use what’s left for the
Black & White Photographs
Of my younger life
Rhapsody in Autumn
Rhapsody of colors spread sunshine of rays have bled
Falling leaves stir ahead blanketing onto grounds bed
Crimson skies sighing amidst flocking birds’ south flying
Canvased pigments complying within natures purifying
Watercolours thru walking of mosaic rainbows talking
Winter within blues mocking upon grey clouds blocking
Chilling air in breezing amongst running noses sneezing
Pies with pumpkins pleasing of ghouls hauntingly teasing
Orange painted town with camouflaging scarlet brown
All faces tainting frown Autumn of rhapsody turnaround.
...if anyone is interested, this couplet can also be read backwards.
Oct.04.2018
Vermillion Autumn Couplets
Sponsored by: Vermillion Scythe
N/A for contest
THROUGH A PANE’S EYE
Out in the summer’s sun, on a bordering fence,
a robin relaxed. On the inner side
an unknown avian strolled through the grass.
After pecking here and there, it flew off;
no doubt the drum major for the tailing parade
who likewise pecked before taking flight.
A platoon of swallows landed, surveyed
and resumed their flight; a lone cardinal strutted
by—peered through the glass and flew away.
The fence’s parallel pea green flora swayed
in the summer breeze: a warm rhymical moment
canvased through the opened blinds of a pane’s eye.
Folded between the blankets
of Winter's clouds I found,
The glowing warmth of the sun
peaking effortlessly without sound.
I was thankful for the blessing of it
being so lovingly entered in,
Making the day a wonderful way for
it to begin.
Such colorful rainbow delights lit up
and canvased my dreams,
Leaving me feeling its powerful touch
through its beams.
Modeled by the skilled and clumsy hands
of artists and artisans into an ideal state of she-ness,
a penniless waif appears on a stool
last week a stranger called her Mona Lisa.
Statuesque upon the betrayer
warmed by the lemon-lolly light from
bays of north facing windows, blinded;
she can but blink.
Surrounded by a
cog-notched cyclical wheel of nubile artists—
blooming buds of wildness, vertical sprigs
flail softly on the breezy bounty of
illumination.
Brush and trowel, thick and thin,
the artists stoke her—semblance
canvased by millennium brush biters
maudlin Mary is returned to the pre-historic stew
by the likes of Claude
polished to a pearly perfection
by type A, Hieronymus’.
They were all strangers to her posers,
every bit as much as she.
Royal pretenders in a world
where only the artless
are paid.
Moneylenders rise on their discarded carapaces
beauty sucked dry by the doers and shakers
who spread like choking bittersweet through
the lollypop-light from the bay windows facing north
consuming Mona.
Julie ford Oliver - Famous Models
Ekphrasis
First Appeared in Illumen Magazine Fall of 2014
The circles dialate
behind the minds frame.
Canvased images vibrate.
Paint chipped torn and worn
The vision has become blurred.
rotate, twist, twirl, and stir
The brush strokes.
Its words heard
Ancient and antique this caligraphy
Through this method
your sky can speak
limitless and boundless leaps.
Observe the beauty in these feats.
An artist within broken free
to shape the world inside.
Tho one I wish to see.
My land is culturally richest,
Yes not as bloody as canvased!
Purely we follow the same lord,
At same time we offer, so faith is restored!
Knotted in holy month to fast, all together,
In my home, religious values still haven’t blur!
So we speak different languages but,
The followers of same prophet!
And we have the different skin color,
Nationally but we are alike, greener!
In my home, hospitality for which people dote,
Nobly I say religion we culturally denote!
And the love imparted in closely knitted families
So rich, but live only under father’s monopolies!
I make hackneyed proclamation of beauty of my home,
Anchoring the same ship, we stand under the same dome!
Mosaic beauty upon a canvased mind -
Abstracts' thought of two;
Spiritually carving an essence defined -
Sculpture's alluring view.
Model charisma, transcendent panoramics -
Chiseled utopia, kissed;
Shapes sexing and molding, sealing ceramics -
Tracing mystiques', blissed.
Embossed lines erect, curves aligning -
Signature beings, weld;
Engraving couplet, trademark entwining -
Crowning bijou, held.
Marbled terra cotta knows statues' Arcadia -
Concrete and clay conceive;
Porcelain angel now lives in Fantasia -
All set in stone make believe.
© March 2013
Decisions made, the poem you write,
Hold hidden meaning from your sight.
Will never soothe a welling tear
Or aptly tame a childhood fear.
A retrospect of yesterday
Won't reassemble for display
Or paint a canvased future doubt,
As colors dimmed by years fade out.
Just as the roads you chose ahead
No longer trace the steps you tread.
How dull the scattered remnants bought
And not the glittered gold you sought.
Gene Bourne.
03-31-14
.
that fine day
wind in my hair
sun on my back
i'd noticed your smile
lightening my way we'd
canvased life's scars
sudden callings mounted
above a sassiness
for peace the berlin wall
crawled awkwardly
chains rattled steel doors
grounded throughout
salted stone
an yet you sounded
the trumpets opening
rusted gates
right off the hinges
oh how small i felt
jesus welp as
your words finally
come into existence
blind no more
and seeing
i am a human being
~*~
earnestly sitting with the crowd
cogitating acutely for the uncharted answers
delineating each word issued and registered from my brain neurons
leave no spaces and blanks
analyzed and canvased every facet and item I wrote
stood up with ample confidence with myself
walked along the path between files of people
passed my paper
expecting to get the perfect and highest score
then,kabloooom! an "egg" for the nth time
directions not followed
but then,answers were all correct
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