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pushing aside last night's clutter
from the late night burst of creative energy
open the blinds and let the warm light stream in
select the perfect playlist and crack your knuckles
time to go to work....
channeling your inner self, hoping that it is revealed through your work
orchestrating a solo tune that you and you alone know
a meditation on things past, on things to come
a way to unearth the substantial from the minimal
and breathe new life into old materials
wood set adrift, turned amber from the elements
metal oxidized a golden brown
and discarded plastic brought together in an unlikely unison
weaving together a tapestry of auxiliary parts
whether art for art's sake or treading the precarious waters of the political realm
art and its processes mean something
for earth without art is 'eh'
so continue on burning the candle at both ends creative types
throw caution to the wind and let your hair down
for the unmitigated impulse, when strong, is a difficult thing to silence
for every stop along the way brings new obstacles to overcome
new directions to tread
so be bold, be not shy in the quest for personal expression
unfurl your hopes and dreams, inject your very essence into your work
let it stand on solid ground, amongst the timid and the meek
let the firm foundation of your creation be a lightning rod for conversation
let it scream with intention and innuendo
do not sink into apathy but rise with the flare of the morning sun
let everything you touch be rejuvenated
do not waste a precious second on the ephemeral streams of the market
nor fickle collector
make art for all the RIGHT reasons
cast off and set sail for the remote local that is a true artist
this land of rarefied air where food is scarce and rent is a constant longing
do not be discouraged or disenchanted
but beware this is not for the faint of heart
blood will be spilt and tears will be shed
but it is not for nothing, do not be forlorn
for art is the prize
and that will be just fine
so push aside all of last night's clutter and get to work
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLIV
Don’t translate poems if you want yours read.
A pain in the ass is a pain nevertheless.
A « race" in any other language is still the shape of the nose.
Every cloud hides shining gold that reveals the silver lining.
It’s the darkest cloak which keeps its silver from jingling in its lining.
Every clout makes you see silver stars while lining up for more stout.
It never rains but giggles.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket; just lay them.
The child is farther from the man.
Spare the rod and drill the child (with electric…)
The proof of the pudding is in the ridding
Burn the candle at both ends and end up keeping midnight oil vigil in the igloo.
Do tight-rope walkers eat only string hoppers?
The Piped-Piper pipes a pitiful panegyric to Pan past the precipice…
The « dachshund" trotting out on an outing with its master never fails to take its house - under the same roof - for an airing.
Even a stitch in time cannot save the rhyme in the above run-on line.
Rats tend to desert a ship full of lousy fat cats.
The pot calling the wok : mad !
The wok calling the kettle: cad !
The kettle calling the pan: bad !
The pan calling the cook: lad !
The cook calling the « chef": Dad !
All groggy agog and cooking glad !
A chip of the old computer hard-disk block.
All the World’s a cage.
An eye for an eye multiplies drives; tit for tat and that’s that.
Two and Two make Two times Two.
2 + Too make Two Toos. No?
If you beat about the bush, the Bushes most likely’ll not complain, but if you beat the Bushes, you would have nothing to gain.
A State within a State (l’Etat dans l’Etat), a Nation breeds a single State, yet no Nation or State rules those who secretly usurp the State.
If you went and told it to the Marines every time somebody tells you to, you’ll have precious little left to tell your psychoanalyst, psychiatrist or Priest, but fat chance the Church will close down even if you shut up for good.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 21, 2019
The end of the world is foretold to arrive any time soon so I am leaving a message in this bottle for anybody with advice on how to survive if this should happen again.
In the Bible it does state that the Earth will go on for eternity, so it must be something that will be at his hand that removes us from his creation.
The bottle you have now opened contains my favourite wine and I hope it is still drinkable. There is a warning though and some advice you may like to follow.
Red wine, they say, is good for the heart, but then they changed their minds and tell us is will kill us. So stick to white wine so instead
Eat plenty of fibre it’s good for you; you do not want to be stuck on the loo when the end arrives.
Eat five portions of fruit and vegetables a day; you want to be healthy at the end of the world.
If you see a large mushroom formation in the clouds, duck and cover, they told us they had disarmed all nuclear devices but I think they tell lies.
Find out who THEY are, we never did.
Don’t burn the candle at both ends; you want to look your best at the end.
When you wake up and find you have gotten old and it sneaked up on you and all the aches and pains that come with it, go out and welcome the end of the world.
As you have found this bottle I have to presume you have to start a new race just remember life can be a b***h so don’t marry one as well.
You will never find the missing link, so don’t look, accept it that some people really did fall off the ugly tree.
Never go to sleep angry at the person you are with, make sure you swap them regularly.
Remember it is not the Stork that brings the children, it is the lark in the night, buy a bird scarer.
That is all the advice I can give for now I need to get my nails and hair done in case it happens now. I want look my best, so go forth and multiply.
© ~GG~ 24/12/2012
I write this note and place it, in my favourite bottle of wine
I sealed that top so tight then I wrapped it with waxed twine
The world is gonna end be it by mans hand or Gods
I maybe should have been more careful on all the toes I trod.
So if there are survivors, after doomsday does arrive
I’d like to leave advice on how one can survive.
Eat plenty of fiber, they tell you it's good to have each day
Five kinds of fruit and vegetables and you’ll always be ready to play.
Red wine is good for you one day, but the next it will kill you dead
They never talked of white wine, so I’d stick to that instead.
Duck and cover if you see a mushroom growing in the sky
They told us they disarmed them, but I think that they did lie.
Never go to bed angry with the one who is with you
So change them each day and then he won’t get angry too.
Don’t try to burn the candle at both ends at the same time
You’ll find it will burn the house down and that will be a crime.
When you wake with aches and pains it is because you're getting old
So the end of the world may not be bad, or that’s what I am told
So remember if you read this and you are to start the race anew
Remember life can be a b***h, you don’t want to marry one too.
When I popped the note in this bottle I left you the wine to drink
So go forth and multiply and forget about the missing link
Then think on this point, I obviously didn't make it through
So throw the rules away and just do what you have to do.
© ~GG~23/12/2012
It was going to be an entry in the contest but I realise I haven't' followed the rules
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
Happy birthday to a lovely lady called Jan
Who's a poet from The Isle of Man
So please raise your glass
To a very nice lass
Burn (s) the candle at both ends while you can.
Have a great birthday Jan and enjoy Burns night, I've done you a few limericks, sorry I didn't have time to wrap them.
MABEL.
There was a thirty stone woman called Mabel
Who liked to pole dance on her table
She heard a loud crack
Fell off broke her back
Now cannot get up she's not able.
MEG
There was an old woman called Meg
Had woodworm in her wooden leg
The leg gave way
She started to sway
And hopped to the shop for a new peg.
MATT.
There was an old man called Matt
Who lived on the tenth floor with his cat
The cat chased a ball
Out the window did fall
Matt heard a meow then a splat.
MURRAY.
There was a young fellow called Murray
Went out with his friends for a curry
The curry was off
He started to cough
Ran off to the loo in a hurry.
NELL.
There was a young nurse called Nell
Who was carrying a potty and she fell
It went up in the air
And all over her hair
Now they avoid her because of the smell
FARMER.
There was an old farmer from Surrey
Who was always running around in a hurry
Got startled by a bell
Tripped over and fell
And ended up face down in some slurry.
FRED.
There was an old man called Fred
Who spent most of the day in bed
He lit up a smoke
And started to choke
Couldn't breath now he is dead.
The subtle serpent’s not a tale,
conceived by one who drank strong ale.
Wise, with wings resplendent in flight,
a perfect ploy in Satan’s fight.
Its charm disarmed the woman Eve,
as Satan’s sinful snare was weaved.
Its pleasant words like poison darts,
pierced and polluted her pure heart.
The subtle serpent still beguiles
with winsome words and well-spun wiles.
He infiltrates his victims’ minds
with thoughts that titillate and blind.
Throw out restraint and have your fill
of whatever would chill and thrill.
After a while the stuff you crave,
possess and make of you a slave.
Live for you and yourself alone,
put number one upon the throne.
Then when years of life have flown
you end up in a zombie zone.
Burn your candle at both ends,
run wild, chase after all the trends.
Make it your goal to earn and spend,
and upon your wealth to depend.
The wily foe is still disguised,
his stratagem he’s not revised.
He always works behind the scenes
employing surreptitious means.
Beware of the subtle serpent friend,
his way leads to a deadly end.
He wants to rob you of God’s gift
and between you two create a rift.
Take me back to age six
When I wasn't full of so many, sceptics
Take me back to the dreams
I shared with you when you were still alive
Take me back to the feels
The feels to strive to thrive when I still had the drive
Take me back to age five
Where I would jive just to see you arrive
Take me back to the times
Times I didn't have to fight just to survive
Take me back to my height
Where I'd try with all my might just to reach
Take me back to when you would preach
Whenever you had a lesson to teach
Saying o tla mpontsha "speech"
Take me back to to trends
Before I'd burn the candle at both ends
Take me back to having friends
Before I knew how everybody just pretends
Before my pen would offend
But the only memory my brain sends,
Is to the time where your life ends
The time everybody had something to recommend
Not forgetting the time I would spend
Trying to get my broken heart to mend
Tell me did you really intend,
to leave her for us to depend?
All your 'firstborn' cares about is her friends
Do you know how many rules she bends?
Us she'd never tend to defend
Yeah, nice funeral mom, pity you couldn't attend.
Meeting by a charmfull seduction, the ignition as a spark to an engine.
Happiness flourished, blending to a family orientation.
Seeing my Cousin,Shaun in a position i never collectively envisaged.
The meeting of Eileen a pivital point, nevertheless needed taming by her.
Two daughters, single mum took to Shaun as a father, he not been in that parental position in his past, caused uncondtional love. I`m not going to sugar coat or lay pillows for the wrong doings, myself was involved amongst burning the candle at both ends.
However, you could say God sent down only something he had for the right path. Involved in an incident of which Shaun is incarcerated, also deeply regrets. A period of self explanitation, knitting the family bond like strength of a lion. It`s almost comical how good can come from bad, if you can see what i can.
Love is the utmost importance of all. Eileen, no medal could succomb you. The time is almost nigh for the gates to open, a debt of gratitude owed. Although a stunning blow the passing of your Father, unspeakably wrenching. I know that love lives amongst your family, that`ll do me.
The Titan
They say he is a callous narcissist, all great men in our civilizations were self-focused it is what made them hated by some and loved by others We are confronted with a person who only appears when history demands a change, who thinks the impossible can come through
People ask, is he evil or a demi-god? No, he is a man whose vision stretches into the future and beyond, while we think of what’s for lunch
The problem is he burns the candle at both ends should he burn out and disappear, he will leave us the power to think practically, but also to dream, which is the tool for the development of mankind, to the point, that we too can become masters of our destiny
His enemies are many they will try to thwart his moves, even try the law, to imprison him, send him to an island to silence him, or perhaps have
him silenced by a paid assassin's marksman ship They say he is rich like that was a sin his wealth is abstract as he uses his money for the good of us, money is a tool to reach his goals, that’s we the people who see his foresight must be vigilant and let him work his magic
Lumina’s Light
Light had faded in reflection from start to finish bitter battered final end
Bright mirror’s prisms a blinding darkened prison in her luscious name
Long lost love conceived in lust and lustre looming large from liquored loins
Undone contaminated utterly unscripted used usurped unleashed by man in
Manic malice corrupted massacred monstrously moving through murky mud
Innocent inconceivably conscripted to illness indecision incisive icicles imbibed
No nascent numinous naivety just noxious narrative concealed in naked novelty
Arrived at audacious ardour converted authenticity anticipated from her axes
Life had burnt Lumina’s candle at both ends from start to finish in a never ending
Loop towards atrocity and back from awful angst to loops and loops of loneliness
Long last she searched her name for lighter meaning for Life Ubunthu Magnitude
Illustrious Namely Absolution and shone in radiant light of who she truly was
26th July 2017