The bun knee, end, the ham stir
r ee ting chock oh lit, end watch ching- 'Moo vees!
Kew dueling...
'Two...Geth er,
uh lone!
The bunny and the hamster,
are eating chocolate and watching- 'Movies!
'Cuddling...
"Together,
alone!
German Georg Ehret
on a art profession his heart did set
Spending much time at botanical Kew
painting flowers with a minimalistic view*
*https://www.printsandfineart.co.uk/artist/1892/georg-ehret
Paper lanterns carrying spirits of the dead
Wind their way toward the Sea of Japan;
A procession bearing its own light,
Silently, to a destination without moments.
Moments, the interface through which life flows
From now to then, are put back like old videos
To be on recall; the deeper the collection,
The more likely reruns become loops.
A sign above the bar promises, “Free beer tomorrow”.
Tomorrow, alas, never a moment, but a construct
Residing near yesterday, is as misunderstood as
The Hookers of Kew; pressing, mounting.
Copyright 2021, Paul Thomson
Misc. 74
Funny Thing
Thoughtfulness’ are remembered
long after the most lavish gifts have made their way to the landfill.
Tom
Second Nature
Being thankful
should be a thought-less job.
Tom
So Great A Faith
The trying of our faith is never greater
than the moment we accept Jesus Christ as our personal savior.
Tom
K.E.W.
Knowledge prepares us by giving us insight,
Experience can only be obtained through hindsight,
Wisdom comes from God through foresight.
Tom
His Blood Has Never Dried
Whenever I think of God’s sacrifice,
my thoughts are encapsulated by the cross.
God, finding no other who would suffice,
Gave us Jesus, without sin or dross.
Tom
Dale Patrick Chihuly
His creations sell for mega sponduli
A sculptor whose work is really first class
I adore his flowers made from blown glass
Last week my son went to the exhibition in Kew gardens London and sent me the most spectacular photographs which have introduced me to this amazing artist. We have now booked to go to London to see the exhibition for ourselves and my son has booked us tickets as an early Christmas present
10/7/19
In Kew Gardens I feast on
daffodils and swans and honk-
ing geese in turf protection mode
and one spectacular show
from a strutting peacock’s tail,
its color chart exploding
against the day’s gray weather.
On warmer days Kew is packed
with mums and dads and kiddies
running about or being pushed
in prams. Today’s marginal
weather has cut the numbers.
I am drawn to a park’s promises
in crowd depleting weather. .
In youth I’d sit on a bench
beneath a chestnut tree and feel
fully protected from rain
by the natural umbrella
of thick leaves above my head
or, barefooted, tramp through wet
grass after the midday storm.
In the misted gray of not
quite Spring Kew Garden isn’t
in full bloom but I can feel
the promise of warmer days and,
with luck, the persistent need
of a peacock to impress
his ladies with the full bloom
of his magnificent tail.
i am not one to probe closet or dresser
I am safe with your secrets if any
as my mother asked me on her last day to get the gun to kill her
I kew all my childhood where it was and the speculum to abort the child
and I am the perfect guest and want to be alone in my dreams
of childhood to recoil and entertain a conversation with a world
A walk foreshortened by the Thames
that once would flow through field and moor –
now stitched and patched with dirty hems,
a city’s outskirts of the poor.
You used to walk here, years ago
when May put on her blossom-show.
But Progress is a subtle sweep
that changes worlds while we’re asleep.
A
pot plant,
this cycad-
now four metres
wide
takes
living
in its stride-
Kew's long-lasting
pride
Encephalartos altensteinii
brought to Kew in 1775 from SA,grows one inch a year.
Travellor,painter,plant explorer
With her coloured-filled fauna and flora-
With ambition to display for public view
A bequest to house them at Royal Kew.
Now readily available,to me and you
Tribute to an extraordinary artist
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marianne_North
Cry
freedom,
with justice-
let my people
go
Inspired by Jenny Phillips(b 1949 Australia) botanical water colour of this flower seen an an
exhibition at Kew ,London this weekend
www.jennyphillips.org/artist.php
From
the
greatest
to the least-
God's gift to us all
Inspired by Edourdo Paolozzi's bronze at Kew,London yesterday
http://vads.bath.ac.uk/large.php?
pic=swlrh43&cmd=advsearch&page=1&mode=boolean&words=public&field=all&oper=or&idSearc
h=boolean&PMSA=1&vadscoll=Public+Monuments+and+Sculpture+Association
O'er many a stormy water,
between raging storms we see
a time of peace, tranquility,
a calmness - time to be.
When we think we travel the road alone,
when life is all despair;
reach out to distant far flung friends
and let us show we care!
We may not be able to lend a hand,
but we can a friendly ear.
By listening, give you voice - to make a stand,
allow that shed of tear.
To know we are not by ourself,
find things in life are 'fun'.
To recognise we're not on a shelf,
Our lives but just begun.
For each has a place upon this earth,
though sometimes it's hard to see;
but if we kew what to expect from birth -
we might not want to be.
Those who help others are angels,
that dwell within this world;
each has his own wrangles,
but when shared they become unfurled.
So I repeat
When we think we travel the road alone,
when life is all despair;
reach out to distant far flung friends
and let us show we care!
Why did it have to be me?
me that you cheated on
me who slept with you
me who fell for your end 2 times
Why did you say i love you?
when you kew it was a lie
when you were probably using me
When I thought it was true when it wasn't
Why did you use me?
because you knew I loved you enough to get what you wanted?
Exactly,WHY would you do it to me?
i know you don't love me like you said
I know you were cheating ALL ALONG
but why would you say i love you
When it wasn't true?
just tell me why cuz i REALLY need to know..
daddy,daddy
whos gone away
never coming back
your gone to stay
never did
i know you
but i always
seemed to cry
hearing wounderful
things about you
and whiping tears
from mothers eyes
always kew
you were watching
over us
vibrations in my mind
forever in our
hearts
theday
will come
when we can
all be together
together as one.
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