I get out my acrylic paints and begin choosing colors I like
Draw out a cartoon cat wearing a tam riding a bike
after the paint dries, I add glitter glue so it has some sass
If anyone wants me to leave my art studio, I take a quick pass.
Painting and cartooning are hobbies that keep me fresh and happy.
I love them so much, I fear my words might seem convoluted and sappy.
relaxed I am while painting pictures; it makes the hours whittle away.
I usually paint on six to sixteen canvases at a time, each and every day.
Form: Rhyme
Wisdom grows alone
darkness eyes attend
wakes the light slumberer
Deep in wet dreams
respect waves the buried
grounds for divorce
Wind weather attitudes
cries mount
lies draw out
Greens wild the untamed
beast burdens the walled
shaft and base flowers
the unschooled gather names
foothold finds rest
virgin aroused the sleeper
Taste for the end
tomorrow another day
what was paradise?
Form: Triversen
A season of reflection,
We set ourselves apart,
We lay our hearts on the altar of meditation,
We alight from dawn’s cart.
We hold the lamp into the night,
We search the hidden places of our chamber,
We sojourn into the light,
Awakened from our souls’ slumber.
A season of rebirth,
There’s an overhauling from the inside,
We draw out from the wells of mirth,
It’s evident on the outside.
We’re remoulded as we seek the Divine,
We’re in tune with nature,
We’re joined to the pristine vine,
This behooves a sturdy stature.
April 2, 2024.
Form: Quatrain
Remember my past now way back
many times felt divine protection
helped me overcome so often
when words were hard to mention
My working life was good and bad
filled with joy and struggles within
warehouse work was my real McCoy
learning the facts brings a happy grin
I enjoy my present life most of all
in retirement, one loves to relax
doing what brings peace and calm
fulfillment felt to the max
No one knows what lies ahead
the future is beyond us all
but thanks be to God He knows
trust in the Lord and His bread
Keep looking to the Lord
makes my future safe and secure
a future that God will bring
for He has the heavenly cure!
(This is written to incorporate the past, present, and future of my life and draw out the highs and lows that made it all it come to be and what's to come. )
Form: Rhyme
Written: November 17, 2023 For Charles Messina Contest
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In peace of mind and unwavering pride
Draw out your inner disgruntled callow
Expunge ailing masks and set them aside
Shackled and phony leaches start shallow
Untamed freedom leaves a rage of delight
Lightning strikes when volition avails reign
As the noise of fists and yells echoes fight
It implies launching rough assaults again
This momentary gladness won't last long
Dark distress derides its way to the fight
And celebrates its mocking with zest strong
Frenzied fractured fragments into full-sight
Constraintis like an itch that chafes the mind
Shields the vile impulse that we must all bind
gladness won't last long
expunge ailing masks aside~
untamed freedom roars.
Shackled leeches start shallow, rage of lightning strikes~constraint chafes the mind
Form: Sonnet
We live to learn, We learn to live,
it's not what we take, it's from the heart we give.
It's not about getting what we want, but in having what we need,
to grow a garden, you must first plant the seed.
You only draw out, whatever you put in you see,
help those who are around you, and be all you can be.
When we live 2 learn, in each passing day,
we learn to live in a totally different way.
Life is more than just living you see,
it's about being all that we can be.
Let's be life, as we learn to live,
our word's are the seed's, our fruit's in which we give.
By the fruit of our tree, we feed life or death,
live to learn, and learn to live with each passing breath.
Helping those in need, with a humble heart, you see,
living to learn, and learning to live so free!
Form: Rhyme
Your Heart I want it back, By Davieo, David Rothchild
Your Heart
I want it back
It was always my fervent passionate art
To draw out your laughter, smiles, track
Your feelings, whims, delights, moods
Awesome emotional baked goods
They have a solid place in my heart
Yours in mine so, we are never apart
Your heart, its crushing
Soul building binding love rushing
Into me, so potent, in every moment
Without it life's an unbearable torment
Your golden thrusting sparkling skies
Of love, will me, fill me, thrills my whys
Sets my lightning sky joys floating higher
Fire after fire, after fire, after fire, after fire
Just your looks, your sparking electrifying touch
Rocking soothing velvet skin, means so much
Your masterful magnetic magical melting smell
A forceful winning spell which mighty armies compel
I can see wonderful heaven in your eyes
Joyous of our vaulting love all angels cries
Ascend, that this love should be a compass
For eternal loves, passions that will always last
By Davieo, David Rothchild
Form: Free verse
His kisses leave a bitter taste
His hugs leave me cold
His words cut as false hope
Only with him I want to cope
But I Resent you
But my heart longs for you
I die from anxiety
I die by blood
Mark of the beast
and the beast is me
only ready to set my dying soul free
let me die with a punctured heart
and eat it while it’s pure for start
Soon they gather in my name
To celebrate my life but I lived it in pain
I loved but I loved him in vain
play my scars like a piano
sing my mind like a soprano
draw out my memories like Egyptians
capture my blood and use it as my diction
save my womb and give it to a virgin
so she shall bare my half because I wasn’t whole
Let her be pure for that was my goal
Until he laid me on my back and stroked ...
Stroked his ego why of course
Breaking my heart with time
Showing no remorse
he cannot speak at my farewell
He shall sit with the rest that hurt me as well
No one shall speak they don’t deserve
They’re the reason I’ll lie in dirt
Form: Free verse
The boundary lines draw out a pleasant place;
The grass is always greener where you are.
By day your word provides the sweetest taste;
By night when I lie down, you're never far.
With you at my right hand and in control,
Secure, my heart is glad and I rejoice.
For you will not abandon me to Sheol;
Blessed is the sheep who knows his shepherd's voice.
But when my eyes perceive a far off place,
And cause my heart to wander, feet to roam,
By steps and turns, you help me to retrace;
By whisperings, you softly call me home.
Lord, keep me in your tether, at your side,
And joyful in your presence, I'll abide.
(from Psalm 16)
Form: Sonnet
I have an art studio in the back of my garage.
It lures me in on a daily basis – hours before and after work.
My hobby fills me with joy and satisfaction.
I feel completed, validated, and beloved when I am painting.
Five hours seems like twenty minutes.
My husband wholeheartedly approves of my hobby.
He knows that painting is as necessary for me as seeing.
I draw out between eight and thirteen canvases a week.
I have stacks of them in the studio, waiting for me.
While paint is drying on one, I am on to the next.
Painting is my passion, my avocation, my love.
It brings me fulfillment, reverence and silence.
When I am in the zone of painting, I am in another dimension.
My canvases are my fantasy, my children, my soul extensions.
I cannot imagine life without painting.
Form: Narrative
I was in pain, but I have ignored it
Feeling excited on this fresh new virgin day.
I could use my eyes and draw out a canvas
study a tree, watch butterflies, enjoy that puffy cloud.
I could use my voice
Say hello to a stranger
Make elaborate wolf howls
I could use my nose
Smell the meatballs cooking
Enjoy the whiff of oregano
follow the fragrance of parmesan
or I could sit here
loving the day
enjoying the patio of this Italian restaurant
not caring that I cannot whistle
Form: Free verse
2:36 a.m.
the witching hour is near
I am wide awake
Drink coffee
Draw out three canvases
ink them
erase the pencil lines
stare at my paints
Am I a bit tired?
It is a Monday, a working day
I pick up my paint brush.
Put it down.
Write ten poems.
Look at my I-pad.
Think about playing my word games.
I work today!
What am I doing?
I am not a bit tired.
I drink another coffee.
Form: Free verse
It is crazy to be this compulsive about so many things.
I draw out three or four cartoons a week that I paint.
It may take me another week, but I work on four at once.
My daily poem quota is ten, but I sometimes write thirty.
Okay. I lie. I once wrote thirty in one day.
Out of three years, this only happened once.
When I am done, I am done.
When it is over, it is over.
I thought poetry would be over by now.
It has been a three year obsession.
It is nowhere near over.
I thought painting would be over by now.
I have over five hundred paintings.
Two hundred on the walls, three hundred stacked in piles.
Cartooning will never be over.
I have been drawing cartoons since I was four years old.
It is my go-to, do this and you can shut out the world hobby.
I am about to attack four new canvases.
My cartoonish mind is ready.
I love cartooning the best.
A sixty-four year obsession….
Form: Narrative
NOVEMBER NIGHTFALL
Color falling, slow and steady,
covers sidewalks, gold already
crunching under feet, home trodding.
Wind blows tree tops, like heads nodding.
Early night-time’s dark disguises
draw out moonlight. High it rises!
Inside houses, people huddle.
Under blankets, pets they cuddle.
Sipping mugs of steaming cider,
propped on pillows, stuffed with eider,
folks then open books of stories:
quests, adventures, love, and glories!
Used: PS
November 25, 2020
Form: Lay
Dusty Feet
Your hands are for healing.
Your eyes I adore.
Your feet walked from heaven
To dusty earth floor.
You speak truth and love.
You share treasured time.
You lift up the song in
My heart without rhyme.
You draw out the lost
In the bustling crowd.
You shun not the sinner
the lofty or the proud.
At the well you show kindness.
At the wedding you share.
At the temple cast out
Those who shouldn't be there.
You feed all the hungry.
You settle the storm.
You show that stone throwing
Just isn't the norm...
Where you come from is peaceful
With a worshipful buzz.
And you're bringing this Earth-ward
Just to share it with us.
And what have I learned
As you hang from a tree?
That your presence has shown us
How a good life can be.
No opulent gesture, or lavish display
But quietly walking the narrowest way.
And the weight of the world
As You silently bend
Tells of love beyond favour
My Saviour.
My friend.
Form: Rhyme
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