Autumn gathers art supplies she chooses colors carefully
Yellow, gold, red, and brown then black and white for trunks of trees
She starts to draw a meadow to sketch a perfect scene
and when she lifts her brush to paint, she sighs ...
"Oh My!"
I have no green.
Dear calico cat your colors splat,
in oranges and golds and fortified blacks.
A pallet for the eyes to see your rich
fur tapestry..
The sun embraces your royalty.
How glorious is God's gift to thee.
sat on a pallet
with big blow hit my wallet
met with a mallet
read all of the facts
body looked like battle ax
that never attracts
walked along with Luke
disagreed and did rebuke
a crazy old kook
would be atrocious
did eat things when ferocious
also delicious
My hand thus move swiftly
On the canvas
Like a speed of light.
Paints...splattered on my shirt
From mere color pallet
My brush sweeping softly.
How would you paint me?
... She asked
A silhouette of dark and light
As we hold each other tight
Draw you close and make you mine
With a brush so light and fine.
I'll sketch your lips in shaded tone
Your love to match my own.
Undertake your overtaking;
Withdraw your initials;
Give birth to your art makings;
Intentionally cover your drawing;
Erase those lavish markings;
I am the glue for the paper
I am the lead in the pencil
I am the paint that color the landscape and horizon with;
I am picture perfect
For I am ease
I am all the beauty that encompass
EVERYTHING
---this view on a pallet
8/23/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Blessed are we to have the gift of you.
Sunset skies illuminated in glorious shades varied
Conjures memories of your loving smile
Your laughter paints the colours of rainbows seen
Like orchids rare you fill our hearts
Of visions of one of a kind memories
In this world of duplicates everywhere you stand alone
Mountains curtsy to strength unwavering
Beauty and grace captured through rivers deep
Your love rooted strong as majestic trees
Nightingales carol and doves soar free
Your love cherished for all to see
Framed with your essence and love from family
Forklift tongue ...
snaky false pallet walk
be a paralyzing pulse dead stop
Viper lung flung from the bottom rung,
slithering slyly to the bury top
Pentagram aborted delivery —
Fake salvation
is morgue bad news
bifurcated breath received
Cottonmouth spitting graveyard shifty
labor blues,
Exhaling extortion sin wage scale dues
Forklift tongue
belly rolls across a serpentine cargo corpse bay
Anaconda pallet walk
got a hangman’s boa rope choke swinging sway
Who then, but I, should benefit
from the awakening moments
of revelations unfolding?
Continuations of meditative wandering,
in dreamscapes certain tutelage,
charges the morning air
with marked anticipation…
As I, … Yes, I
am but a puddle of wanting
to experience, to clarify,
this need for something more.
As morning’s grey sky
becomes a canvas to paint my day
my diligence of expectations
is elevated four score.
For what is lain on today’s table
seems to offer me much more…
As I, ….. Yes, I
am but a puddle of wanting
to accentuate the colors
of the pallet beyond my door.
© Debra Squyres - 01/04/16
Why worthy? None more so than others on the soup that we are blessed to read.
This is simply one of my personal favorites and it still speaks to my
spirit today. I think each day should be entered with expectations and we hold the brush to paint our day.
Welcoming warm Spring breezes,
pervades,teases,glaciers,
angels souring high,
watching ice caps quiver,
water delivered,
waters fall with reckless a band,
with vibrant goals in command,
inept to describe,
shear beauty that lies,
picturesque beauty thrives,
"painters pallet" pales,
what Mother natures unveils,
enriching our souls,
such grand beauty at her hand,
the yoke that stokes,
the binding bestows,
enshrines the vibrant Valley below.
Edward
cop. Part one.
Cool morning zephyr blows a kiss to the early dew
Pastels of dawn stalk the parts of the dark horizon
Blazing orange streaking clouds come into view
A pallet of colors under some artistic advisement
Early light gently creeps across the mirror lake
All the sky begins glowing so intensely red
Singing birds fresh from sleep with a melody in their head
An unspoken message is in need of being said
Golden sun rises up before the kingdoms eyes
Trees have a certain gleam upon their leaves
Grass, flowers and even weeds glycine like that of ice
As morning yawns breathing a sigh of relief
Twilight is a diamond polished in the rough
Turns the ruby sky into a sapphire shade of blue
Our stellar solar star takes its place with rays of love
The dawn recedes while dropping softly out of view
sunset rainbow glows
bordered on edge of darkness
then splashes below
June 6, 2010
At dusk I'll seek the rainbow arch
and part ways with it's color.
The sky is darkening,
it's pupil obscured with cataracts
as sudden sparkle sprinkles,
and the dimension splits apart.
Out of opaque blue, and into clarity
I see the far end of what is near.
Forever's end nay come tomorrow
but through looking glass I see the day.
The emerging aqualung, the shaded spot
that connects the quagmire in arithmetic.
The artifice wakes and the quagmire vanishes;
swallowed anew in vague opaque;
intervention in imagination,
the mundane confiscation,
the obscurity of serenity;
I want to remember said fantasy in my dreams,
lest I wake again to disappointment.
Wrote this because my wife and I both love dill pickles and eat one before bedtime most
every night.
Haiku:
Cucumber on vine,
Pack them, process them, spice them
Birth of a pickle.
Here's another version that I like also. Second line was suggested to me by Tim Ryerson so
thank you Tim:
Cucumber on vine,
Plucked and peeled, sliced up and dilled...
Birth of a pickle.
Free Verse:
Cucumber patiently growing on vine
Plucked, processed with Mother Nature's abundant spices.
Viola, birth of a dill pickle, Heaven!
almost there ..
a painters pallet
heavenly contrast , colourful sky
sunset or sunrise ?
Nature has bestowed us with its beauty today
Upon the skies awaiting and display
Sunset so fine and royal
The color red blazing
Hot as oil
Splashes of orange and yellow
Embellished in blue and bellow
Across a sky so real
A spectator view to steal
Mirrored into the lake below
Eye appeal and glow
Nature’s photos short to witness
Keeping my mind moving with fitness
Imaginations filled and flowing
All praise and bowing
Nothing lacking in magic
Its effect truly psychologic
Whispering not far behind
The night's beginning to unwind
Bursting with purple passion
Mellow with spirit and adoration
Worshiping such a given talent
Of moods in motion
Are the strokes of
Nature's pallet
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