Dunlop Poems - Poems about Dunlop

Capturing beauty on canvas is magic to me. That’s why I admire the work of George Dunlop Leslie. Just the right colors and shades are what I see. Still images seem to have the power to become reality. He was just a mere mortal, and had to leave the earth. However, his talent appears to have come with his birth. Many...

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It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets to create a heavenly perfume some time around bloom time excess pruned down by a third and hung. We see a bit of the hanging God then in the silky down of lavender, thyme offer homage of pressed violets, golden suns of marigold as tune of awe. The mincing of the mints is heavenly as...

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Sweet and simple flowers held to her innocent breast A wistful soul brimming from brown eyes so dark Face untouched by life's mysteries yet to come With his brush stroke this beauty did embark ...

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Paintings name : Apple dumplings I sit here peeling the apples My mind in a whirl What shall I make them into I am thinking as the peel twirls I am pretty good at pastry Shortcrust I think It must be Must check if I have the cloves To make a dumpling so very tasty So I mix the flour with the...

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That I didn’t get to know Freddie Dunlop better Defiant mop of thick white hair - a Thurles face Slim photographer - single lady – a leviathan in her time Pictured my youth - talked to me as a person Wore large pink hats with style and verve An opinion on every topic - varnished nails her insignia Morris Minor...

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