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Our love is like a fine work of art
I find joy with you in all we do.
For the rest of my life, I know
all I'll want is to be next to you.
"My love is like a red, red rose..."*
is a line from the pen of a poet.
It's not from a sad tale of woes
for when love is real, you know it.
I hang on to each word you say
of love. I pray we'll both hold fast.
Come and lie down next to me
for a time so we can make it last.
I don't need time to wait on fate
or to help me be sure of how I feel.
Take my hand and walk with me.
Oh, my love, what we have is real.
Let's talk of us from now on as 'we.'
I want to kiss your lips, open and soft,
hear you sigh when you look in my eyes.
I ache to be with you so very oft.
I'd be rich, tho now I am but poor,
to gaze upon your face each morn.
I'll not ever wish for more than that
for the love we bear has been born.
Time has no way to hold us back.
I know deep down in what is my soul
that we have a one-of-a-kind love
that both of us vow will ne'er grow old.
*'My Love is a Red, Red Rose' by Robert Burns
Like a sculptor I searched for the perfect stone
I tried to make it better and with my skills hone
But you cannot change it no matter how you shape or scuff
I lost all of them and found you a diamond in the rough
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me
Like a carpenter I chose only the best wood
I tried to cut and plane it but the result was misunderstood
I tried to preserve it forever but it rotted away
Until I found a well built home in you and I wanted to stay
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me
Like a painter I covered my canvas with paint and oil
But the more I stroked the more it did spoil
I tried to add more color and they still did part
Until I found you the masterpiece work of art
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me
One sunny morning in a class of thirty-one
They were asked to draw an image one by one
Each student stood up, with pastels at hand
Being enthusiastic to draw something grand
The first group was decided to start the task
Talents in drawing they've started to unmask
The paper came to life with colors, curves and lines
Will it end up like a garden or fields of mines?
Time passed by and the paper was almost full
Of drawings and colors made by their tools
There were animals with mustache on their faces
Each and everyone belonging to their places
Now the artwork was finished and the students sighed
Looking at the masterpiece they've done with pride
They didn't care what the paper looked like
For in their hearts it was a true work of art
Take me to those fields of green
Where my heart and soul sing
Encircled by the oceans eye
Forever watching
Where the air is clean
The wind blows free
A land wholesome and strong
Natures beauty an unending sight
This is where I truly belong
An old world charm
Quaint and grand
Aged, worn and rare
Secrets to keep
Stories to tell
Heritage, tradition to share
A land exquisite of beauty raw
Never-ending, wild, free
Fills me with such inner peace
This is where I need to be
This land abound it hugs my heart
Powerful above and beyond
Uncomplicated, simple, connected
An almighty bond
It renews my being
Restores my soul
With clarity and certainty
Lifts my spirit
Opens my eyes
To who I am meant to be
This land so wondrous
Known as “The Isle of Man”
Is where my mother was born
Where her life began
Now I share my mothers Isle
With the man who holds my heart
As we roam this wondrous land
She is there by my side…hand in hand
On natures heavenly work of Art
we think of the sky as god's masterpiece.
he made the sky and the sun.he made the clouds evolve
around the world.
gave us so many blessings in our lives.
he painted us a picture,it was a master piece
it was a work of art.
he shown us beauty and the beauty of life and life its self.
he shown us,amything is possible.
you think of those cloudy days,we wonder where the sunny
sky is,we search and search.
we wonder if the sun will ever rotate back on our side of the earth.
everytime we the sky we think of the miracles our dear heavenly father
gave us.
but no matter what the sun will always shine above from us.
giving us one miracle after another.
open up your heart to the light and feel the sun?and smile to the cloudly
breeze.
and open up to god..and say thank the lord amen
By profession I’m an artist
In ceramics and in paint
Where with talent, flair, devotion
I create modern and quaint.
Some time back I was invited
To exhibit in Milan
So I worked in clay and managed
A good abstract, with elàn.
Finished touches to perfection
Could not be more right than this
[that’s unless it needs comparing
With pronounced marital bliss!]
My ‘Blue Nude’ was done and ready
Fast approached the special day
When my work of art would proudly
Be presented on display.
On the eve my phone starts ringing
It’s an urgent call for me
So with haste and trepidation
To the “Arte d’Italy”*
I go straight in yellow taxi
And rush in to see what’s wrong:
There, more abstract than true abstract
[to cut short a story long]
Lay my masterpiece in ruins
Many pieces, broken parts
On the floor deprived of beauty
A disgrace to all the arts.
I let out a cry of anguish
And my friend curator came
With big smile of satisfaction
Said: “You’re welcome to the game!
Just a little joke, amico,
Now at last we’ll call it quits
I’ve been waiting to get even
Pay-back time:) I’m thrilled to bits!
I planned this to every detail
And then got you to come round;
Your ‘Blue Nude’ is in that corner
As you see, it’s safe and sound.”
[* to be pronounced: ar-te-dee-ta-lee]
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 29th March 2014
Contest: I Was Right
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Placing: 1st
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart,
She has all the words and the biggest smile.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Just one look, and I fall apart;
I would gladly travel a hundred miles.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
Mona Lisa, move aside—this girl’s a real work of art,
Her looks, well, they just beguile.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Her personality is truly off the charts,
You only meet such charm once in a while.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
You play Josephine, and I will be Bonaparte—
Who would not want to walk you down a church aisle?
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Bacall film-star looks—if only I was Bogart!
She’s got film-star style, film-star smile.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Picture this
A perfect portrait of what could be
A snap shot in time
A memory frozen in warmth
A flash of serenity
If I could hold every second in this camera of love
Would it be blurry or undeveloped
Could it be a work of art
Could it take me away
Pictures of the past still grey
Glimpses unsteady because of a fearful hand
No film to devolp when it stays hidden
Backgrounds of what love use to be cloud my judgement
Try to crop it try to block out the pain
But it never seems to be what it needs to be
The lense I look through is always cracked
Always broken from me
Peices of a heart broken in shreds
If I took a picture of what has become
The shot continues to fade with each year
I just need a digtal print where I have moved past
What the zoom distorts and clearly see
everything this tripod of life can hold for me.
My New Year Resolutions for twenty-twenty three
will find me writing more limericks, and I foresee
poems of a gentle nature and none about grief,
for I vow this year I'm going to turn over a new leaf
by not playing tit for tat games with a trivial motif.
No longer will I read poems by anyone contentious,
those who find my opinions sundry or dissentious.
I promise to give more comments to those deserving
and when on the road to animosity I'll be swerving.
I'll find a positive crumb in what others say and think
even if they say my poems are a waste of printing ink.
I'll seek a silver lining when negativity hovers over me
and add smiles to cups of soup to sweeten the recipe.
I'll spend more time writing aural music for my lyrics
without paying attention to the naysayers or critics.
Writing is a sentimental journey traversed by the heart.
Where it leads a composer or poet, is their work of art.
I will find the time to celebrate life with lively dances.
Some may laugh and mock me, but I'll take my chances
and they might join me in having fun. In fact, I'd insist!
There may be a few more resolutions to add to my list.
I'd better print a copy and keep it on my kitchen fridge
or I might be tempted to cheat a bit. Well, just a smidge
when reaching for a snack, as I 've been known to do...
and break a resolution I swear to keep, or maybe a few.
December 14, 2022
Resolutions for 2023 Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Women are my favourite kind of people
I drool at the one's in bikinis
Getting a stirring, you know where I mean
Some might call it my genie
That's not obscene, kinda cute don't ya think
I tell it like it is dear friends
I've never been one to beat around the bush
Really not concerned by the trends
Come out and say what's really on my mind
No confusion or mistaking my point
It sure would be better if we all did the same
No mixed signals around this joint
So getting back to young girl's in bikinis
No finer picturesque work of art
So the drooling us males are known to do
Is a testament to the joy in our hearts
© Jack Ellison 2015