Smoke.
Works every time.
Want a challenge?
Mirrors.
Illustrator of illusions.
Light is the corruption, political parties -
Light is the greed, the wars, the nukes.
How can you not see it?
BLINDNESS....
Too much sun.
Pitch black.
So who is darker than who_?
Feed the beast.
The devil switched jerseys.
Pass you the ball but, break your nose.
Categories:
illustrator, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Some of us are born to write...
Others here to draw.
Either way, we paint our life
In living metaphor.
Everybody is creative,
Different and unique.
We are all strong, even when
We think ourselves as weak.
Words for some of us can be
A simple piece of cake.
Others' visions are told in
The pictures which they make.
Together, we can write a book
As well as illustrate.
Between us, ideas are endless
In what we can create.
There is no need to authorise
An author's collaboration
With a willing illustrator
And their joined foundation.
Categories:
illustrator, books, image, imagination, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Dragon wrote his memoirs from view of one
They were amazing; wild, adventurous and fun
Why don’t you illustrate them? Asked his son.
That is a terrific idea said his cousin Bun.
Dragon was hesitant a tiny bity bit.
He had never sketched even a small chit.
But once he started, he really got into it.
His marvelous drawings have a following said Whit.
I discovered him said his cousin Bun.
No! It was me argued his little son.
His drawings were my idea said Whit.
Grandma rolled her eyes. Don’t have a fit!
Categories:
illustrator, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Lady In Waiting
David J Walker
A woman of common hope
Stuttered through stolen and broken
Scripture
An illustrator
of common complaint
More common in nuance of
Failed restraint
In the vaguest of hues
Of Aqua and blues
Her mother cried over her brother
Her mother lied concerning her father
Her mother died alone in aniline leather
A practiced Lady in Waiting
Categories:
illustrator, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Illustrator Winslow Homer
as a painter caused quite a stir
Depicting the force of nature
with sea studies so real&sure
Categories:
illustrator, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Illustrator Arthur Rackham
known for 'pics' of Peter Pan
Robust colours in pen&ink
became his 'inventive technic'
Categories:
illustrator, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
For Jack B Yeats
sibling fame was his sad fate
An illustrator was his particular art
also a poet for the main part
Categories:
illustrator, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Treasures
I know of Treasures.
I've calculated the measures.
The depth goes on forever.
An endless pit of darkness.
An Abyss thick like leather.
The deepest and darkest.
A Black ocean and silence is its successor.
The art or the artist.
The pictures or illustrator
The creation or Our Creator.
He drew the equator and He
Deflated puffed up dictators.
There is no equivalence.
There is none greater.
Is it the Musician or the instruments.
To what level, to what layer.
Is it the Hero or the vigilance.
The devil or the prayer.
Categories:
illustrator, abuse, dark, growth, jesus,
Form: Free verse
An illustrator was one John Sloan
as cartoonist would never moan
Opposed to art used for proporganda
preferring social scenes comme ci comme ca*
*McSoneys Bar
Categories:
illustrator, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Arthur Rackham the English illustrator*
had drawing at his very core
A leading figure of he 'Golden Age'
of Fairy Tales drawn on a page
*https://www.illustrationhistory.org/artists/arthur-rackham
Categories:
illustrator, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
I did not know I was worthwhile when I was a child
I thought I was pretty, but that got bashed out of me
I knew I was bad; the belt proved that, right?
An artist? A poet? A cartoonist? A writer? An illustrator?
I was not told any of this; instead I thought I was dumb and weird.
We were told this, my sister and I, so we “would not get big heads.”
No worries there. We were terrified others would discover our secret.
Feared being found out, and outed, made fun of by the others.
It was bad enough we were fools in our own home.
Categories:
illustrator, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Once was an illustrator, sketched portraits of famous peeps
Mailed each 2 copies, one to sign and return, other to keep
Received over a thousand
Friends were totally astounded
John Wayne, Donald Trump(?) and John Glenn just 3 of heaps
Categories:
illustrator, creation,
Form: Limerick
Once was an illustrator, sketched portraits of famous peeps
Mailed each 2 copies, one to sign and return, other to keep
Received over a thousand
Friends were totally astounded
John Wayne, Donald Trump and John Glenn just 3 of heaps
(Long before The Donald became PREZ?)
Categories:
illustrator, career,
Form: Limerick
Norman Rockwell
Rockwellesque
brilliant man with nostalgia values
with dreams viewed of a perfect life
depicting amusing scenes
with sense of humor, shown
with heartwarming bonds
memories fade
canvas art
captures
life
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Poetry Contest: Favorite Painter
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Norman Rockwell
Norman Percevel Rockwell was a 20th-century American painter and illustrator. His works enjoy a broad popular appeal in the United States for their reflection of American culture
Born: February 3, 1894, New York City, NY
Died: November 8, 1978, Stockbridge, MA
Children: Thomas Rockwell, Jarvis Waring, Peter Barstow
Organizations founded: Famous Artists School
Notable works: Willie Gillis, Rosie the Riveter, Four Freedoms, The Problem We All Live With
Categories:
illustrator, art, work,
Form: Nonet
A good old duck, a mother hen,
a friend of Peter Rabbit; chased
Mr. McGregor out of the garden:
the Flopsy Bunnies survive again.
She knew her ewes from her rams,
meticulous, house-proud in her way.
A hedgehog, a Mrs. Tiggy Winkle
every field mouse allowed to stay.
Cumbria and the Lake District
will never see her like again:
North country girl, illustrator,
storyteller with brush and pen.
Categories:
illustrator, art,
Form: Ballad
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