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Premium Member I Am An Acrylic Painter

I am an acrylic painter who cannot live without a variety of greens.
Green grass, green trees, green leaves, green moss, green clover.
I thought I was out of my favorite color of green yesterday.
My muse said “what about that box of green paints behind you?”
This saved me a trip to the store for there were three full tubes of it.
Green is such a nature color, I cannot fathom not having it around.
Especially when I am gearing up for Ireland’s favorite holiday.
My mother was a McCormick. I am in the throes of painting shamrocks,
Irish flags, leprechauns, mushroom houses, ivy, moss; I need green!
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Dialects of the Deep

I muse alone ~ 
           ceaselessly
    savoring the aquatic sage
amidst swells of silence
seeping through sighs of seas
      a solitary sanctum

    the eyes of the ocean
can trace without touch,
     still embrace the 
embedded emotions
    of an emerald ambience

    my heart ~ like glass-weed,
    pressed with poignant lies,
reflects plankton light
       in the obsidian abyss,
while suppressed thoughts fight
 in finned finesse,
     fragments of flawed flow
breaking the deep dark blues ~ 
a fierce force against the frozen
fathomless ~ fault-lines
of penned peace
     that the surfers of life ~
        mindlessly misinterpret…

   breathe me as I break free
              the inked instinct ~
stained with familiar fears,
           a coherent coalescence
    of surviving the storm
as I am an ineffable incognito
    circling ... gliding ... dreaming 
bathed in 
          streaks of salted serenity ~

  weaving wave-swept whispers
    through the languid language ~ 
lacking lucidity
        with letters of love-lines
  zealous zen 
spelled from the
           cosmic scent 
             of the siren-moon...

  for the wind beneath
 the calm knows
           my story etched
in the soul of liquid
           opalescent
tides of  time ~ 
it's a living portrait of pulse
painted in 
          watercolor washes 
           of a 
          passionate psyche...

*Inspired by my own /acrylic painting of a shark... attached
art
Form: Ekphrasis

Premium Member Gladiator of G-O-E

With oil through veins and acrylic faces,
Gender neutrals lathe metallic domains,
Acquired specimen a challenge cases,
A depleted prior to what remains.

Well, so be it, he makes the claim, to be,
One of many quickens to martyrdom,
Legions fall prey, prays echoed, heard their plea,
Heartbeats to ironed chambers, undead realm.

Conquer beyond mind, vanquish beyond soul,
Embolden ones might and crush what insight,
Not beings of the threshold, but Sheol,
Unsheath thy sword let thine blade field its strike.

Let us walk the streets of San Francisco,
Gladiator restores all that is G.O.E.


2019 September 23
howmanysyllables
14 lines x 10 syllables = 140 syllables total
Form: Sonnet

Canvas

On the canvas of my life the surface 
Started out blank the moment 
I was born and came into existence
Just as everyone does then, overtime
As I went through different experiences
The acrylic and watercolors of emotions
Thoughts and beliefs began to slowly
Mix and blend the beliefs that I have
To be normal just to fit in. 

A little green here and blue there
Just to add some depth and dimension to
all the worries anxieties and fears.
No matter how abstract the image appears.

Charcoal for the shadows and pastels for the highlights 
Sometimes it can be hard to see the horizon line of the
The present moment of every day when the 3 point perspective
Is being drawn without the guidance of a ruler.

Forget bottling up my emotions because no
Container is big enough to hold the vast majority
Of ruminated thoughts that run through my mind
The way to much paint runs down a canvas when
You add water to it.

Since each emotion can be represented by a different color
The canvas of my life is like an abstract painting of every 
experience I ever dealt with, every being I ever encountered 
and the energy I took on during our interaction.

I once heard that life is whatever you make of it and 
You have the power to shape your own destiny. 
From an artist perspective, I would say since each
And every individual begins his or her life as a blank 
Canvas the paintbrushes we use to represent the tool
And the paint whether oil, watercolor or acrylic are
The choices, decisions, and results that add vibrancy 
highlights, mid-tones, and shadows of our lives.

Premium Member My Christmas Wishes

For Christmas I want fuzzy warm socks.
Everyone knows it, and they are affordable.
So people can keep their big money for their children’s gifts.

If you have homemade fudge, of course I want that too.
And I will take white acrylic paint because I always need it.
A bag of potato chips is always welcome also.

But mostly, I want my loved ones to be healthy and happy.
I do not want to be a burden for them. I do not make demands.
I tell them “If you can make time for me, please do.” If not, it is okay.

Christmas is time for me to relax and write poetry.
Time for me to reflect on the blessings and talents that I have.
For me to appreciate Baby Jesus and his sacrifice; this is more than enough.


Premium Member On One Knee

if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you

if you suggested i climb 
a mountain 
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak 
i'd buy you a snow globe
turn it upside down and up
hold your hand warm 
watch the freezing snowfall
climb your suggestion creatively

if you mentioned 
you'd like me to paint your portrait 
i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find
blend them on a canvas
paint your colourful internal portrait
every crayon in the box 
that's who i see

if you said move me
i wouldn't hire a truck
or even touch one stick of furniture
i would write this poem for you
put a bow on it
fingers crossed 
i would move you

your lips are always on my mind

if you want a man
willing to do...
...a man...
...hold you gentle but firm

i'm here 

ring in hand 
on one knee

November 28 2016

The Dragonfly

Outside in the garden an acrylic blue dragonfly takes my breath away,  
she is pinned on treated wood, a reminder of my mother's skillful hands

Many a morning I played with my tea set on a dew filled grass, 
young blood racing through my veins, as I carefully poured us tea for two.
"The cycle of nature is all about change and shifts," my mother said 
placing a touch of electric blue on a dragonfly  wing.   
Then she would add, "may you find balance and kinship in all living things" 
She would take me to the water's edge, through weeds and twigs we'd go 
by early morning, for she had checked her flight time calendar 
and she was sure, this was the time for them to fly.  
I am old and gray now and my mother is in heaven painting 
fireflies with Angel wings of robin egg blue, I'm sure. 
Though my memory goes hazy every now and then, I can always recall
at will those blessed mornings when I poured out tea for two and watched 
my mother add a touch of golden brown upon a dragonfly, of every hue.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Asymmetrical Cultural Warfare

("Exploded View", 2011, original oil and acrylic)

Asymmetrical Cultural Warfare

Both people and traditional cultures value symmetry;
In humans it indicates healthy genes,
In Cultures it’s probably the same,
Indicating balanced and enduring values.

The modern world offers an exception to the rule;
A deconstruction of our nature
Into its primary components and building blocks,
But to what end?

Due to the pressure to celebrate perversity, er, I mean diversity,
Balanced faces now seem unnaturally suspect
Somehow too perfect, healthy and elite
As the average face sinks ever deeper into mutational overload.

Same for our culture, as the novel
And creatively abstract
- be it in art, political or scientific theory,
fashion, language and music -
Takes over our sensibilities
And leaves us suspect of the natural, wholesome and beautiful.

The world today is increasingly ruled by
The few deviant thought leaders
Picasso-like in their experimentation
With the art of living the everyday.

And we will know them by their mark;
Their lopsided features,
And spitefully mutant impact
On tradition.

It’s not a random thing after all,
It comes from our genes,
The ones we’ve kept from Nature’s culling
And the programs our AI now perfectly create.

(4/9/24)
Form: Narrative

Premium Member September Rain

“Some stars are frozen within the shades of shifting seasons, yet the grief of love, etched in acrylic gold, whirls through the sunlight, dressed in grim mists,  echoing endless memories of a timeless romance” Quote By Poet 

I feel the frozen sigh of an aching sunset,  
as the warm mustard dews of moving mists~
 softly stroke the sapphire fringes of  
    silent seas, singing somber songs  
into the rain-kissed skyline,  
        heavy with onyx tears of angst,  
like a withering black rose,
   mourning within a mahogany casket,  
  locked away with sorrowful memories,  
  embalmed in hues of hurling hailstorms. 

Perhaps somewhere between splitting gusts  
and gales of grief, sullen sunflowers remain trapped,  
as souvenirs dusted with greying greens of a broken September.
   For every autumn  holds a narrative,  
   lost between the dusky views of drizzling leaves,  
and I will forever bloom from an opaque mirage,  
   listening to the fading forests~
whisper woeful odes to the wistful wind.
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Wallpaper

WALLPAPER

---------------------
Paper Thin
Cut down to any size,
Crumble, crop me wrong 
Pull the insulation from my heart.
Never will I be "A Paper Doll!"
Thank you for calling me a "Friend!"
Thank you for wasting  my "time!"
Enjoy the WALLPAPER display
---------------------

Layers and layers of lifeless brick
KEEPS EVERYTHING OUT! 
Emotional poster boards of doubt 
Envious fiberglass green never seen
Yuletide Carols warped around my energy
Merry and full of acrylic sh!t-
Hand full of putty maintains the makeup on my face
Arts and crafts display my inner fancy grace
Heavy installed Sheetrock so easily replaced

Tough paint chips away silently through the night
Rigid boards transform into fragile crystal light
The greatest illusion blinding reality 
Smooth Tiger Skin, texture of orange simple peel  
Beautiful mud swirl, L'Oreal.
Gypsum soft enough you want to touch

Dark walls of a thousand words
A plasterboard of discordant grey notes
Blots and clots of ink, enslave my skin  
Colorless drywall, resilient to your charms  

Printed designs of cleverly decorated lipstick 
Morbid shadows underneath the ceiling veil
A double coat of Pacific Waterproof Blue-
Printing bags from -- YESTERDAY!

Plastered wounds of cement dry and roughens along the edge
A human-made barrier, not even God comes in.

by;PD

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