Still Life * a genre of Nicolas Maes
on below stairs utensils did gaze
He loved using ciarosuro
so in soft focus ever did glow
*https://www.maesfinepaintings.com/showimagebig.cfm?cat=2748&the_start=17&subcat=0
Categories:
cfm, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Was the maid really in the garden...
And did a blackbird really peck her nose
Or was she in the kings counting house...
Taking off her clothes
And do you really think the queen...
Would be eating bread and honey
Knowing that the king himself...
Was counting out his money
Did four and twenty blackbirds...
Really begin to sing
Knowing, they were baked in a pie...
And set before the king
The queen should have sung a song of sixpence...
With a pocket full of rye
And gave the king his dainty dish...
Then, kissed his butt...good-bye
~CFM~
7-18-2019
Categories:
cfm, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
(Verse 1)
Gathered in an antique bowl
All the letters from their joyful life
Kneeling like prayer, she’ll stoke the fire
She’ll burn the words, they are for her alone
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Hopes, cries, dreams, sighs
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our untold stories..
Smiles, scrapes, charms, the screams
Will go out, smoldered by rain
(Verse 2)
Countless hours make a life
Shear number of moments stun
Commotion, struggled swim
Ripples will calm to glass
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Friends, shams, loves, spills
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our heartfelt stories..
Kids, aches, meals, the scars
Will go out, smoldered by rain
(Musical interlude)
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Jokes, peeves, pets, lies
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our ancient stories..
Thrills, falls, truths, the hells
Will go out, smothered in sand by time
Listen to this as a song!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=41813&songID=12477597
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Categories:
cfm, rain, time,
Form: Lyric
Worn wood, chipped paint, cartilage of rust
Salt air from sea churned up like dust
Fine moisture spray, steep emerald swell
Liquid folds to crush a creaking shell
I just want you to speak again
I just want you to walk again
I just want you to love again
I just want you to be again
A Day to Remember
Simple morning sun can warm the breeze
Simple morning rush can kill the day
Weapon of fate it fills her eyes
Her tender motion screeched to still-life
I just want you to speak again
I just want you to walk again
I just want you to love again
I just want you to be again
Always to Remember
I just want you to speak again
I just want you to walk again
I just want you to love again
I just want you to be again
Crumbling walls, decaying floor
His breath on fire, heart hollow
Merciful whisper’s all he needs
Love lights the path and he will follow
Listen to this as a song!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=41813&songID=12437887
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Categories:
cfm, loss,
Form: Epigram
the back-door window has laughed at misery
broken
deformed
my hands excited the center
a catastrophic introduction
together they depart
the perimeter remains behind and above
a complete separation
sever
abandon direct
we are one
memories are scars
to be fragmented is natural
organization is forced
the back-door window
now paralytic
disarranged
chaos
so mathematical
so perfectly dispersed
waste
garbage
art
Listen to this as a song!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=41813&songID=8892751
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Categories:
cfm, allegory, angst, art, depression
Form: Prose Poetry
Breathless and falling ... (Breathless and falling)
So lucent the vapor
The morning star's fluent light... (She's now collapsed)
Brightens the day...
Indolent, flurry winds... (Take away her agony)
Fluster the vacant sky;
Harmless; devoid of the Earth...
Tranquil, but restless... (Tranquil, but restless)
in clustering glory
Sullen though crystal... (She's now collapsed)
In weeping for man...
High above gazing... (High above)
In garments of wonder
In union their eyes watch in pain... (Take away her agony)
Octogenarian clinging to life
Caught in a whirlwind of odious
Strife
Caught in the currents that pull
From below
Holding her down but she dying
Slow
Fa la la, Fa la la,
Falling from her Peace
She's now collapsed
Farewell, Farewell, Farewell.
Listen to this as a song!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=41813&songID=684065
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Categories:
cfm, death
Form: Lyric
"Follow me into the sun.
......Watch me burn."
Light courses through her veins.
I am ablaze
....in the shadow of her eyes.
Sanctity is lost to our touch.
Primal lust.
"In the arms of madness
.....we are one.
Evil Angel.
.....Fly to me, I am yours."
Let her blackened wings spread.
I'll await with my tired soul open wide,
at the gate of our destiny.
"Step into the flames
....Find me."
-James K 2010©
Read more: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?
fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=524128263&blogId=533792000#ixzz11anOfXlF
Categories:
cfm, fantasy, loveme,
Form: I do not know?
another one I wrote and added music and video to ...enjoy
its so hard to say goodbye ---------
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=39748201
Categories:
cfm, faith
Form: I do not know?
fallin
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=39930651
something i wrote and added video enjoy!!!!
Categories:
cfm, love
Form: I do not know?
Pterodactyls Thriving
On steamy summer days as warm waves lap the shore
The pelicans pass over in perfect V-form
Their silhouettes appear dark beneath yellow sun
An eerie reminder of a species thought gone
Pterodactyls, you see, first came to mind
When as a small child I looked up to find
Winged creatures with long beaks like dinosaurs
Angular features, pteradactyl norms
I knew nothing then of evolution
But marveled at this species' procession
Casting shadows on crystal sands below
Sparking a child's imaginative flow
Watch closely; can you see the resemblance
Might pterodactyls thrive in the present tense?
Friends, at Yoni's suggestion I am providing the following link (just one of many) regarding
modern-day pterodactyl sightings:
http://archaeology.suite101.com/article.cfm/do_pterodactyls_still_live_today
Categories:
cfm, animals, imagination, mystery
Form: Couplet
The ungentle wind
breezes in through the window,
cooling an afternoon lust
that was widely soaked
in a summer haze, blending
with the sweet aroma of
a great Africa,
whose erotic craving was
painted in her big, round eyes;
only unearthed by
the master’s naked body
through her hot, darken coffee
--
The Master’s Piece, inspired by B.S. Picture Poems Contest
and it was based on Paul Cézanne’s «L'Après-midi à Naples» .
http://www.nga.gov.au/International/Catalogue/Detail.cfm?
IRN=98698&ViewID=2&GalID=ALL&MnuID=1
Categories:
cfm, art, history, love
Form: Choka