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The Boy of Art

Ken, they all say painters paint best 
When they're torn apart,
Music sounds best
When it hurts your heart,
Love’s ONLY real
When it crushes your soul, made into broken shards

So, is this why you left 
With a broken heart to make art?
But, I'm not cutout for this, am I? 
Someone told me I am, ‘twas my heart,

I lost you even when 
You said I was your plan
When I was just your fan

You – The boy of art,
Taught me it all,
Taught me to write,
Rose me when I fall,
Pushed me to speak,
Pulled me, my walls
To Bring my wretched heart 
The sky with shooting down waterfalls

But now I don't know
Where are you?
If may I meet you at all?
How are you?
If may I see you once and for all?
Gone, are you?
If may I feel you, your soul lashing gold?
The boy of art, where are you?

Turn Me Into Love, Ethereal Lanterns

Rice paper dreams, lanterns and beamers of peace  
lighting the way to my heart you are in far remote  
Intricate cutout beauty, please do not decease 
for I need you to guide me with radiant denote 

Lantern of love illuminate me with soulful grace
far deeper is your symbol than mere luck of age 
Ramadan rose * Easter lily * Passover Iris- lace 
some days I am sinner, some days I am sage 

Star lantern of my heart help me keep my vow  
to a dormant holiday that often seems demure   
Oh spirit of the season, guide me to your Tao   
and Universal truth, please do not obscure          

the lanterns of my soul, as I celebrate in-grit   
and return to love, with altruistic composite.

Where Do All the Colours Go

blues and greens, gently trickle out of the day
night's henchmen, shadows gather on corners
demise looms in leaking squalor, exsanguinate
remorseless swelling of silhouettes, cardboard
cutout scenery until freedom dawns... revival

Shadowy Tales

Shadows are unforgiving,
stark in relief,
dark in infill. 
These stiff hollow silhouettes
of gutted entrails
follow us around,
lacking the detachment
to avoid being brutally honest
about our outline shape and
where we've been and why.
We avoid looking back at
the shadowy dark-side behind us
that is plain as day
to those who watch our
tell-tale umbras
that trail behind
as tails
as wagging truth sayers,
dark, stark, stiff
unforgiving naked, 
rear-view selfee cut-outs.

Bums Scarecrow Soldiers Pretty Ballerinas

Invasion of the Bums & Scarecrow-Soldiers & Pretty Ballerina’s
By David J Walker

What are you gonna be 
	I donno 
		Maybe a soldier or a bum again or a Martian
My sister wants to be a ballerina 
		But its way too cold for that 

The most memorable year was when my mom turned me into 
the tallest paper mâché octopus
Every seen 
in a 3rd grade class.

The Halloween parade would begin at 10 on the school stage that hosted 
the most ghosts & goblins
 bums and ballerinas 
		and store-bought Cops & Cinderella’s 
	soldiers and white-as-a-sheet spooks with big cutout eyes
& bums with bones 
black magically coming out of nowhere  

After dinner & Its the Great Pumpkin Charley Brown 
		We are out terrorizing the town 
	Winter coats covering our prized costumes 
	Timidly 
		Begging for candy 
Until our big brown bags could hold no more 

		Sorting
Chocolate with chocolate 
	Suckers with suckers 
	Candy bars of all kinds 
Candy lips & candied apples 
	Candy cigarettes & Popcorn balls 

	The next morning	
Moan/Groaning 
       But still 
       can’t wait for school to start & 
The retelling of the last nights Halloween Haul &
Haunted adventure

Scary Halloween

Upon this twilight eve a full moon-lite night appeared,
Crackling leaves with mounds of bags and children jumping with glee.
As graves flew open with ghostly sights witches began their brewing,
with stark black eyes and fiery sparks her sight glowing within.
As the smoke rose from the kettle below ghost and goblins appeared,
then cutout pumpkins with scary faces as the children ran in fear. 
Begging for candy going door to door and sounds of doorbells ringing,
their faces hidden behind their masks of evil with laughter and giggling.
The night went on and their pails filled with candy and hungry tummy's,
They did not know their parents' eyes shining at the sight of chocolate. 
Searching through these pails of candy the children's lot got smaller,
for the parents ate the children's spoils only to get a sick tummy.
The witch knew her brew would end up in the hands of thief’s,
giving the children a goodnight sleep with dreams of gobbling there,

Candy Treats  

Not For Conest

Halloween

My neighbor's orange pumpkin patch
seems so spooky and 'very scary' from my veranda.
A black cat cardboard cutout 'will still' give me a thrill
if provocatively poised perfectly still.
Kids love movies; oft dressing up as Rambo
or Robin Hood, complete with a gun or bow and arrow.
Halloween is a 'fright night' celebration for any age,
and bogeyman costumes are all the rage,
but if they give me the heebie-jeebies, I won't let them in.


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09/03/2022
The A's Have It Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May

Angela Will Visit On Fathers Day

Our oldest daughter will be here on Sunday, Father’s Day.
I will fix something tasty.
She will give Daddy a present and a card.
It will have all kinds of hand-written compliments in it.
Best Daddy in the universe, my hero, that kind of stuff.
He will take his food into his office to eat.
A refrigerator room.
He keeps it on freeze in there.
It had three windows.
Now it has central air and three window air conditioning units.
I know it cannot be over thirty degrees in there.
Baby will probably follow Daddy in and try to talk to him for a bit.
I will set the timer to eight minutes.
Carry her stiff body out.
She will be as hard as a cardboard cutout.
We will spend the rest of the day visiting while she thaws.

Still Your Date, Dear Jude

Be happy 
For the peace of mind
Be scrappy
And celebrate to go blind 
Of the joy you've find

Never permit 
The drabness in your situation
Never admit 
It could stoke up your reason's activation 
To drive home happiness for there is no permanent situation 

Be glad
For in life exist CHANGE
Be mad
To try cover up in range 
That people wonder greatly; how strange? 

Keep the fun glooming
Which braces your ways
Keep the emotion flourishing 
Twist of ways to enjoy your days 
And hope all wishes aren't mere says 

The assurance ranting in you
Is enough to keep you moving 
The precious flow of your muse ever new
Is enough to keep you inking... 
And get the world whirling . .. 

No doubt 
Can delay the glory 
No cutout
Can stop the lorry
To all threat, is a big sorry

In Christ 
Rest your success
In tryst 
Rest your redress
Just choose right and be not stressed 

Shine bright
It's still your day... Jude Chukwu

Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá cares...

Ice Diamonds

After the flurry
My soul delights
Soft curves before me
Ice cream dreams
Shadows dancing and stretching
Defining infinite frozen sculptures 

Ice diamonds 
floating through the air
Glistening
Riding the shafts of pale sunlight
Landing on my nose
Blanketing my eyelashes
I capture them on my tongue
A frosty treat

A shiver up my spine 
I wiggle my toes awake
Warmth in my belly caresses me

Surreal 
This glorious tapestry before me
Silent beauty 
Her dress of lace
Paper cutout high heels 
A crown of icicles

Hugging myself now
A hole in my mitten 
Allowing the magic 
to seep into my heart 




Wishing Happy Healthy Holidays to all 
and best wishes for a Wonderful New Year !

The Poet With No Soul

The Poet With No Soul


"I will run, when you are in pain,
After all, I have so much to gain!
To me, you are but a cutout photo
at a baseball game."

"You see I have zero compassion.
I am at the Soup for my own gain!
I don't care if you drown in the rain."

"I only write to get trophies for me!
I could care less about thee."

Words,indeed,are so dastardly cheap.
As they ignore a fellow Poet that weeps!

  


August 4, 2020
10:15a.m. PST

Cathedral Window Cutout

Matisse’s “Christmas Eve”
in a procession of candles

Through the church window
in the 20th century of faces
impaled gingerly
in velvet glow
flickering shadows against
the walls
an organ streams

Through the church window
lost cutouts found
humanity gathering
into a moment of flame

Even Godless poets
recall lifelong enigmas
of golden glow
recording the same search
the same wonderment

Diabolical

True note: I was married and pregnant, supposed to go to Alaska with my husband. The Senior Chief looks at me and actually says: Did you ever think of having an abortion?

Another loved one was in danger of a similar happening.

Thus I take the subject very seriously, as a mother bear protects her young from villains.

How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.
— YOU CANNOT HIDE by Panagiota Romios

How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.*
It’s a magic trick, the saw across the horse.
Arms hanging out of holes, the head too —
they’re spent. Hashtag to all the humans we hate.
Shall we toss the pieces into the garbage salad
or wrap them up to go — oh how awe-fully
the chef describes the seasonings of life.
Oh the madness! The insanity! The genius
hides behind the curtain — it’s curtains,
over pried open knees meant for love and delivery.
Instead…
a cutout of a paper doll, a shadow of evil
as the puppeteers break out in applause
and the screams are hidden unto judgment day.

4/14/2020

Permission given by Panagiota to use her poetry line.

Flatsie Dolls

flatsie dolls pretty
in the eye of the beholder,
not for its shapely flesh
cookie cutout figures, shoes
positioned unnaturally
to their sides.

so what draws in the girly-crowd?
hair so plush, sometimes in pink
and a Shirley Temple dress
just below each cheek.

flatsies went out of style,
never glamour dolls
but bring a smile
when pinterest chances
a childhood peek.

1/30/2020

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