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Ten painters of over a hundred greats in an exhibit are discussing about their works...
The first painter said, "I dreamed of this, long time ago... my old crush!"
The second painter, with watery eyes whispered, "This is my mother's picture when I was born..."
A Baroque painter, the third one, showed his work and said, "My beautiful Lights And Shades."
The fourth painter unveiled his piece, calling it "Water Lilies."
Fifth painter, showing sadness exhaling, "I painted myself because not everyone wants to see my paintings..."
Sixth is a member of graffiti movement, telling that his work will be featured in New York.
The seventh painter is an expressionist saying, "I dreamed about myself smoking, but I painted "The Scream."
The eighth painter, wagging his scarf, is a pro-women artist. He painted the beauty of women as naked.
The ninth painter showed his masterpiece, showcasing plants and animals on canvass.
The nine painters noticed that the tenth painter, another expressionist, is so silent since the beginning of the discussion. Everybody looked at him. He turned around, showed his work and said, "These are the three women I courted... then I cut my ear!"
"A little boy dreaming
A painter in his being
A boy who kept on painting
And was loved by everybody reading."
(Prosebite)
I can't tell you my address
Imagine your fear when I say...Tivoli
All you see is the inner city
I am linked to death yet I have never killed one
I find it strange no one sees my pain
I was at the top of my graduating class but yet I have no job
I am unemployable because where I come from... then you say "duty wotlis boy from Tivoli "
shake my head
Life hard for a young boy from the inner city,
Education without links is meaningless... no opportunities
It's OK to clean your car glass but not sit next to you in the same office space " duty wotlis boy from Tivoli " clean mi glass and tek mi spare change..."duty wotlis boy"
Its OK to take up a gun because that's what you expect of me, I am not your son... Shoot and kill...a degree is too much for me? "The little duty wotlis boy from Tivoli " that's how you see me
I have a degree but no opportunities so how do I eat and support my family... You send me to the streets to rob and kill... then you say what I tell you about these inner city youths ... " duty wotlis boy from Tivoli "
When will you realize , you created me.."the duty wotlis boy"
The boy gets teased for wearing Holy Keds
And never Michael Jordan tennis shoes.
A field trip for a Friday afternoon:
Today, it’s modern art, the locals’ wing.
Head down, he tags along behind his class.
At least he is polite, his teacher thinks.
The parquet floor makes crackling under foot.
A landscape hangs along a barren wall.
“In modern art, emotions bring in shapes...”
Not listening, as usual, she thinks.
“Look, that’s my home!” he shouts aloud and points
“No, that’s the modernist O’Keeffe!” she scolds.
And herds her charge with open arms past guards
And docents under disapproving eyes.
DANNY BOY # 2
Here you go Danny
it is time to move and play along.
I am amused by your poetry song.
Sorry it had to come to this ..
Lets play with my Barbie's
Before you really get real pisssss!! : )
Danny boy, you got me so far way up your ass.
You remind me of a boy from my first grade class.
How he loved his hot wheels, and picking on me.
Chasing one another was such a blast.
Until that one day I kicked his ass.
That is what he gets for trying to kiss on me.
Now here comes a new Danny boy slamming my way.
Danny I am older now so careful with what you say.
By the power of grace skull.
Was your way of making me laugh.
Danny stop pulling my piggy tails.
Every time your shooting gas.
What is that move you played, when you stung like a bee.
Last time you call yourself a butterfly girly boy.
And by the way your he-man slam had nothing on me.
I am just waiting here for you to destroy.
I will give it to you again one more time easily.
In the next round I am not going to toy with you boy
I am going to hurt you and make you realize you just got trashed.
I am going to make you cry like a little boy.
Step on your hot wheels, until they are completely smashed
Your sugar and jam is a set up for my next decoy.
Danny your hot wheel by now are burning ass
I will keep burning your rubber, to see how long you last.
Here's another head on collision for you to bash.
Buddy all hot wheels come to and end when they crash.
The Poet Destroyer is sending you a warning of a small whiplash
Being bad when we should be good
grew up as kids playing childish games
running round the neighbourhood
calling each other silly names
having fun in my beat up car
went out as teens dating weekend nights
driving down the boulevards
looking at the bright city lights
must have been blind and didn't know
who it was I was looking for
'til I went all around the whole wide world
to find you the girl next door
way back when
we were the best of friends
and now
childhood sweethearts is what we are
after all we've come so far
childhood sweethearts mi amor
together now and for ever more
Callie had an obsession,
big time was her intention;
she was looking for a preppy,
slim guy in a town
full of chubbies
who drank lots of whiskey:
the best guy was tall Lanny!
Dressed up as Barbie Doll
she roamed shaking her butt,
a cop yelled, " Stop, pussycat:
your shirt makes guys drool! "
Callie laughed at him,
he reacted with a grim,
" A ticket for indecency,
don't ask for clemency! "
She quickly tucked the ticket
in her bra and sped away
tripping on the sidewalk crack;
a drunken fool, a drunken paid
for her summons, a hot body
for sale needed another bail!
Callie looked for a boyfriend,
but she was carried away
by lust and became the next prey;
her life ended: what a tragic end!
I want to write to you, but I don't know what to say.
Fall is here and winter is coming fast, I am wearing the orange sweater you like to stay warm.
My best friend Sparky, he is here by my side.
I don't know what else to say, I am almost out of ink.
So guess it is goodbye for now, hope you are back home soon.
Date 9/30/2019 Written #2 picture for contest
Third Place 10/21/2019 Realism Art Contest Judged: 10/21/2019 Sponsored by: Eve Roper Realism Art-I Want To Write To You
Two drummer boys rapped out a beat,
As bitter cold froze hands and feet
Both boys in war afraid to die
True battle favours flying high
Praying to live, until day's done.
Dark angry clouds block out the sun.
With blood now seeping from the dead,
Their call of duty bringing dread.
One drummer boy beats out retreat.
But victory was not so sweet.
Two drummer boys, they carried on,
Both drums in time, for lives now gone.
A tribute to, the brave now slain,
And wounded soldiers who remain.
Two drummer boys both sharing grief
Their war for glory, no relief.
Those two brave boys will never meet.
Both drummer boys rapped out a beat.
They died amid the battles noise,
Two heroes now, two drummer boys.
3/ 3/ 2015.
Sitting on the block of the day
Looking into amethyst abyss
No longer seen as hunter or prey
Disenfranchised like blue cold kiss
Watching the animals fight their wars
Knowing some win some lose
Feeling the wrath of attention whores
Singing their hill street blues
On the block of irrelevant images
Whatever the dress of the time
Homeless roaming toward suttle scrimmages
For resources of food courses limited line
Lemon love served in a soul bowl
From churches so big from no taxes
The church like homeless grow
Seem to me there’s no homeless factoring
We can pay for sports arenas sure
And ship athletes around the world
Leaving disenfranchised potential pure
Of the unhoused blue boys green girls
Sitting on my writer’s block
Not pretending to know wisdoms hacks
Really disenchanted with it all
Maybe my pen can bring me back to black
Picturebook Princess
by Michael R. Burch
for Keira
We had a special visitor.
Our world became suddenly brighter.
She was such a charmer!
Such a delighter!
With her sparkly diamond slippers
and the way her whole being glows,
Keira’s a picturebook princess
from the points of her crown to the tips of her toes!
***
The Aery Faery Princess
by Michael R. Burch
for Keira
There once was a princess lighter than fluff
made of such gossamer stuff—
the down of a thistle, butterflies’ wings,
the faintest high note the hummingbird sings,
moonbeams on garlands, strands of bright hair ...
I think she’s just you when you’re floating on air!
***
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
by Michael R. Burch
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
is a hero to turtles, geese, ducks ...
they splash and they cheer
when he tosses bread near
because, you know, eating grass sucks!
***
Success
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;
there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette
to be delivered for mending skinned knees,
no wild bursts of approval for shoveling snow.
A kiss is the only approval they show;
to leave us—the first great success they achieve.
***
Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
Cherubic laugh; sly, impish grin;
Angelic face; wild chimp within.
It does not matter; sleep awhile
As soft mirth tickles forth a smile.
Gray moths will hum a lullaby
Of feathery wings, then you and I
Will wake together, by and by.
Life’s not long; those days are best
Spent snuggled to a loving breast.
The earth will wait; a sun-filled sky
Will bronze lean muscle, by and by.
Soon you will sing, and I will sigh,
But sleep here, now, for you and I
Know nothing but this lullaby.