I Van Gough,
love my paints and canvas.
My brush is dancing with dark blue,
as it covers the white canvas.
I see yellow as a luminous moon in my work,
like the bright sun outside my window.
A little white for depth,
white is all colors as one.
Black is needed to make this night dark,
because my night sky is filled with swirling stars,
with a village and cypress trees looking mysterious.
I create with paints and canvas,
my writer friend creates with ink,
a quill pen on paper.
My work comes alive with paint,
my friend comes alive with words.
Now almost finished,
I want it to be about a heavenly night,
I see a "Starry Night,"
this should be your name.
"Starry Night,"
Painted By Vincent Van Gogh in 1889.
A good Samaritan
plunges pity for the wounds of a troubled soul
rather than
leaping forward
without compassions heart-whole
Unguard!
Thereof
agapë's role—
Love
A good Samaritan
plunges pity for the wounds of a troubled soul
Love
“And the Universe said I love you”
I read with raw red eyes
Because I’ve made it past the End
And I haven’t lost my life
Because if the end is not my given
And I’m not immortal to the touch
And uncertainty is crucial
Well, no thank you very much
I told the universe “I love you”
But I do not like your plans
And she smiled very sadly
She had hoped I’d understand
She stole my gaze with the breeze
She said she’d like to make a bet
And she whispered me her wishes
Her words I can’t forget
She said “My dear, you are so young
And while I feel your pain
Immortal life is heavy
And death isn’t for your gain."
She said “So if you do not squander
Your life before your time
I’ve leave a secret in your path
A breath you need to find.”
While I took her words with caution
I must admit, I was intrigued
So for now, I will keep looking
On the promise
The Universe loves me.
Inspired by "The End Poem" by Julian Gough
My new friend has synthesia.
She sees words in different colors.
Yes is purple.
No is blue.
Hello is green.
She tastes shapes, hears colors
feels sounds, pain shows up in pink
She also has mirror touch synthesia
If you caress my left shoulder, she feels it on her right
I stare at the speaker.
Having no idea what synthesia is.
Van Gough and Pharrell Williams are synesthetes she says.
I have to look it up.
It is amazing.
Usually genetic.
Only two people in a hundred have it.
They are usually left-handed.
Strongly interested in music or visual arts.
If you have synthesia you might taste the color of a wall.
I stare at my walls; they are full of color.
I taste nothing.
I feel disappointed.
Then I think of Disney's film Fantasia.
Was it developed by synesthetes?
Probably.
God takes life's broken pieces and gives us unbroken peace
- W. D. Gough
Lord, I come to You broken,
With tears and words unspoken,
You have seen me through troubles,
When You're with me, joy doubles,
In life's many ups and downs,
Through various smiles and frowns,
You've always given me hope,
Lord, I need more of that rope,
In weariness, my heart cries,
In loneliness, my soul sighs,
Grant me Your peace unbroken,
Your unfailing love token...
Lord, I come to You today,
Lead me in Your will, I pray,
Wipe my broken tears away,
You are my Rock, You're my stay,
My life's in shattered pieces,
You're near, so fear decreases,
Heal me, dear Lord, make me whole,
Patch my tattered mind and soul,
In gloominess, my heart cries,
In humbleness, my soul sighs,
Grant me Your peace unbroken,
Your unfailing love token...
11.13.2021
For Constance La France's "'U' contest - new poems only"
Serenade me with melodies dancing through the air.
Van Gough starry filled nights and lyrics with flair.
Soft songs of love that never die away.
Two lovers journey through a destination that marks path to pray.
No lonely nights
But a water colored haze of Monet’s sunshine rays.
No more good byes or tear filled eyes.
Splashes of melodies filling up the room.
A calming voice where no one feels gloom.
“Hello, my name is Lewis, can I order a coke,
Garlic bread with two large pizzas to go.
Extra mozzarella cheese, a few basil leaves
On the finest hand- kneaded pure dough.”
I love the garlic, the beautiful mushrooms,
Oregano, anchovies, and tomato.
Spread ad hoc all over the thin crust,
An edible Starry Nights by Van Gough.
Margherita pizzas made with fresh, non- processed things,
With love and a heart that’s so real.
Make me blissful and satisfied, and healthy and content,
A happy kind of feeling of surreal.
All the delivery options: Supreme, Meat lovers,
Mexican, Pepperoni, and a Veggie Sensation.
I love each one, could eat each all day long,
Completely nourishing my thoughts of starvation.
So a big “thank you”, to the people from Italy,
For inventing such a huge meal with those flavors.
A super, mega, healthy dish, so colorful and vibrant,
Your chefs are our global culinary saviours.
A pre-lit Christmas tree sparkles the entrance
Monet, Van Gough, and Wassily Kandinsky prints
adorn the walls of her sitting room
a dozen painted roses sit in a faux crystal vase
and the smell of apple pie lingers in the air
coming from her Scentsy candle warmer
resting upon her replica baby grand piano
The seconds tick loudly from the tree house looking cuckoo clock
as I wait
patiently I wait
down the stairs she comes
waltzing ever so gracefully
ever so elegant
in her bright flowing yellow dress
accented by beautiful costume jewelry
my heart skips a beat
as we kiss hello
and I know
yes I know
This love is real
You had an incredible talent that couldn't be turned off.
You starred in four Batman films and your name was Michael Gough.
You starred as a Butler who was named Alfred.
Millions of people are sad because you are dead.
It was strange that you were great friends with the Alfred on the 60s Batman show.
You two portrayed the same character in movies and on television many years ago.
Sadly I didn't enjoy the last three Batman movies that you starred in.
But you did an awesome job as Alfred Pennyworth again and again.
You also did a great job when you starred twice on Doctor Who.
When people discuss very talented actors, they talk about you.
(DEDICATED TO MICHAEL GOUGH WHO DIED MARCH 17, 2011.)
PREHISTORIC PALS
Two male dinosaurs asking each other to dance, shake their ass.
From the neo-Van Gough sky and psychedelic grass,
I’d say these two recently did some smokin’.
By the look of those two stiff ‘n’ high vertical tails
They are both “very pleased” to see each other:
Just look at the leer on the guy’s face to the right
And the sexual show of teeth from the left hand fellow.
Right guy is also pointing with dino-forefinger
And saying - hey man I dig YOU. . . I mean YOU, baby !
Right guy has the experienced look of love in his tender eye;
Left guy is a virgin, somewhat surprised by the whole event -
He’s not much of a dancer - you can see he’s duck-toed.
But he’s a fashion buff, check out the sharp spines on his back.
Right guy works out and has the dino-barrel chest;
But left guy is a beer-drinker with a belly to prove it.
Probably both of them came from the San Francisco Bay
Some two hundred million years ago, give or take a day.
touch me sky... as you touched him
spiraled cathedrals of twirling color
eyes dare not see.... in voices
the deaf drag in silence... screeming
there pears in the mud.
Van Gough heard them cry...
his sacred fingers to feel the knife
that slung his spirit to those stars
and(............. i, * ** *
can only hope to look...
following in a painting bright.
less
I would climb the highest mountains
cross the great big divide
cayack down a raging river
Move Heaven and Earth
roll in some of the deepest thorn bushes
let bees swarm my entire body
ride down Mount Everest without brakes
poke a sharp needle in my eye
drink from a dirty stilled vact
Let cats and dogs gough my insides out and
stick a fork in me and twist
all this just so I can be close to you
Missing My Jenny
Mama Loves Ya Peanut
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