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My Landscape Painting
Let me describe my painting,
Of a pastel colour landscape,
A Beautiful British Waterway,
Forming our scene and shape.
Walking by the water’s edge,
Following the towpath trail,
Pace of life serene and slow,
Barges powered, ready to sail.
There’s something about Canals,
Contented people with a smile,
A Detachment from Urban life,
If not for long, then for a while.
Gently the water meanders,
Through Country, Town and Vale,
River flowing alongside,
Cutting through hills and Dale.
The sounds of hope and nature,
Heron Kingfisher, Birdsong,
Squirrels playful, scurry and chase,
While Robin is bob, bobbing along.
Midges skim the surface,
Fish blowing bubbles in jest,
The Angler pitting his skills,
A contest to see who is best.
Waterways once built for Cargo,
From an old industrial past,
Now they carry for pleasure,
Memories to grow and last.
Would you like to buy my painting?
Of a pastel colour landscape.
It’s signed with love by the artist,
Portraying, the scene and the shape.
Author Dana Redricks
March 2, 2019
I see you coming in the
Clouds to carry your children
home With shout of archangel
taking us from earth the below far
to a place in heaven
we cannot image a place
flowing with milk and honey to
a place where there is no need
for money Jesus is coming soon
Keep your oil lamps ready to
meet our Savior in the air
The bride groom is coming are
you ready
The Lord told us to be watching
and waiting
Our Lord could comes at an hour
we do not know but the believers
are told to recognize the signs
and seasons
We know and within a blink of
an eye we will meet our Savior
in the in that sweet by and by
to be headed home to be with
the Lord
I always think
of myself and my life
as being divided into
fractions of a whole
Sometimes people told me
I resemble my mother
while some others
say I resemble my father
while the remainder believe
I am a mixed fraction of them both
I really cannot comprehend which is which
One day I had spotted
an image of my mother
on a photograph taken from her youth
I scanned it carefully and took note
she shared many similarities to myself
in tastes of
wardrobe
facial expressions
hairstyle
and even frames of glasses
I may have resembled a fraction
of my father
as a young child
while I may resemble a fraction
of my mother
as I mature into adulthood
Bleeding above the horizon of Night,
a blood-red sun inks scarlet beams of light.
And in the blackness of space, amidst stars,
Luna rises, unashamed of Her scars.
Shifting shadows shrink away from moonbeams;
as they start to dance, upon sparkling streams.
A chill arrives, riding an evening breeze;
rustling the leaves atop the swaying trees.
Silence rebukes even the slightest sound,
from unseen critters scurrying around.
And as scattered shadows merge with the dark:
a solitary silhouettes stand stark.
As soon as Dawn's light resurrects the sun:
rising like a phoenix; Sol's day's begun.
And Night's nocturnal critters disappear;
waiting for the darkness to reappear.
There's a story, I would like to sing,
Listen kids, if you've a moment free,
Concerning how I found myself
On the white sands of Waikiki.
One night, I got so roaring drunk,
I was sloshed for more than one year -
A wild party, I got lit like a skunk,
And met a lovely woman there.
Someone must have spiked the punch
With a hallucinogenic drug -
But she was truly beautiful,
So, we cut a crazy rug.
Her long hair was a raven black -
Black as leagues below the sea.
Her skin was soft and white -
Is there a thing called silken ivory?
Her lips were of a cherry red
And sometimes they were raspberry -
Whichever on a given day,
They tasted like heaven to me.
With her cat's flashing, laughing eyes,
I don't know what she saw in me.
I was not really seeing her, but
An image of my fantasy.
For the first time, I looked close at her,
And she looked so close at me -
And that is when we sobered up
On the white sands of Waikiki.
And so, finding we were mismatched,
Two of God's precious creatures, we -
Each went on our separate ways,
Leaving the sands of Waikiki.
Your mother will probably warn you
To avoid such parties, so wild.
She might even go on to say,
"It can cost you dearly, child."
But I will fondly remember
This lass who, my heart, did beguile.
The very reason for that is -
She taught me how to smile.
Your breath morphs into a November ghost,
a spectral mist that swiftly dissipates.
And barren trees lament the loss of leaves
as Autumn approaches where Winter waits.
The wind whistles through the twigs and branches,
rattling the bare bones of the naked trees,
and sings a soulful dirge for Autumn's dead
as rivers and the creeks begin to freeze.
Frost accumulates upon window panes,
creating frozen swirls of abstract art;
and dry leaves crunch and crackle underfoot
as rutting bucks clash, while Autumn snows start.
A spent sun slinks low in a teal-grey sky,
as Summer's late bloomers wither and die.
Dark night, starless skies, shadows aplenty;
Vibrant and glowing, mysterious eyes,
An intense stare; piercing, fierce, as cold as ice;
Camouflage is your aggressive nature—
An armor forged to shield a fragile core.
Your hunting prowess is strongly unmatched;
Cunning agility, ambush of prey;
Terror eminent, always solitaire,
Condemned to a throne built for one.
Moving quickly, feasting, merciless deed;
A feast to starve
the quiet beast within.
Retreat to your lair, mystical panther,
To mask the wounds you swear do not exist,
And rest until another day is near.
As you awake again from your slumber,
Letting your powerful roar fill the air—
A desperate proof of life to shake the void;
Still divine, rare symbolic mystery,
A fallen god in your own architecture,
Master Shapeshifter, ultimate disguise.
Visual Art Disclaimer: Cover image conceptually designed and generated using artificial intelligence to complement the themes of my original poem.
Do not shed tears or grieve my death;
I do not fear my final breath.
I've felt the wind tussle my hair,
and when seasons changed, I was there.
I've danced amidst falling raindrops,
and watched Nature quench thirsty crops.
I've seen murmurations of birds,
and filled books with poetic words.
I've seen a sky full of stars shine,
ate gourmet foods, and drank fine wine.
I've witnessed Day morph into Night,
crossed seas, and experienced flight.
I've walked on fluffy flakes of snow,
and observed the tides ebb and flow.
I've loved, and received love in turn,
and my heart's felt passion's flame burn.
I've lived, now I'm ready to die,
there's no reason for you to cry.
God made man in His own image
to rule over His creation.
Not according to his own whim,
but following God’s dictation.
God’s dominion is based on love,
it’s how He rules heaven above.
Man was to mimic his maker,
not to become a lawbreaker.
Sin ruined the nature of man
and put him at odds with God’s plan.
Man succumbed to the evil force,
whose goal is to keep him off course.
Since man no longer rules himself,
he behaves like an evil elf.
To advance, some scheme, scam, and con
treating their fellowmen as pawns,
God made man to be a caretaker,
but man became an exploiter.
Instead of caring for nature,
mankind became its destroyer.
Instead of being God-centered,
mankind has become self-centered.
Man, who was made for mastery,
finds himself trapped in slavery.
Enslaved by greed’s grueling gore,
to vices sore, man’s made a whore.
The intense craving for pleasure
tortures his soul beyond measure.
The ruin that man’s ruling causes
can only in one way find pause.
If man yields to his Maker’s rule
and ceases behaving like a mule.
Spring's scent's in the air:
I smell it; I swear!
A sweet odor, only smelt
when Spring's awaking,
Winter's hold breaking,
and snowmen begin to melt.
When Spring calls them forth,
geese start flocking north.
And as songbirds greet the day,
bees visit fresh blooms;
trees don green costumes,
and flowers scent Spring's bouquet.
Dandelions grow
where warmer winds blow,
weaving carpets of yellow
atop fields of green;
conducting a scene,
more mellow than a cello.
While snow melts away,
Sol's light stretches day,
and the trees come back to life.
Plants sprout everywhere
with beauty and flair;
from grass to purple loosestrife.