Xylography is the art of engraving on wood
Yes I love this skill wish that I could
Long ago we met such an artist at the beach
Onyx letters on carved wood car so unique
Gave him cash for the personalized gift
Really is the kind of art gives your heart a lift
A beautiful piece of woodwork now an heirloom
Placed it on countertop but it’s for son's room
He lets me keep it as he moves about in life
Yet I know one day he will come for it with wife
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in modern societies this basic need should not be out of sight.
Every individual of any status should get proper medical care,
for which the medical systems and practices need to be fair.
Ethics entitles everybody access to treatment and technology new,
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sympathetic personalized care should not be an exception.
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Can a song be so sad it becomes beautiful?
A record listened to with such incessance
Its needle scratches and wobbles
Becomes desperate new notes for the melody?
The song unrecognizable to the listener
Without its own personalized warp
From a thousand roundabout journeys?
Try
Hurrah For The Riff Raff’s Good Time Blues (An Outlaw’s Lament)
Or their Ogallala
Try on Steve Earle’s Last Words
Or St. Vincent’s Smoking Section
All these songs make me turn my head
And cry
When I’m around others
Otherwise if I’m all alone
I stare ahead in stoned silence
No Expectations is another
Mick and Keith say that day in the studio
Was the last time
They ever saw blurry-eyed original Brian Jones
Alive
Bent over his guitar with his steel finger slide
Finding and gliding his long long regrets
Up and down his bent strings
As the boy watched his peace of mind packed up
For the last time
Adding his own final warped words
From a piece of steel to carved hollow wood
His swan song for the Stones
That Keith and Mick thought they wrote
Made his own
Immortal
And beautiful.
we keep away from the racket
street noise, huffing and puffing
to whisper intimately, a lilt of catchy
its weight of dandelions seeded
an ebb and flow of what others thinly imagine
we whisper a new kind of lyric
personalized
gratifying
soft words of casual enticement
me finding her eyes that dart like Dagwood tumbles
whispers to remind us of a shared love of lines
like Picasso angles
or jutting pines in backlit light
as hawk wings tower bladed lines
hushed words
crafted to startle and surprise
a serene feeling of time slowing
what could go wrong in whispers
like syrup on waffles?
our way to trace clues of pleasure
rich in concealment
to fill our minds
with music at low volume
played within a world
as it is
pulling apart
tilted at us
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I saw you, looking at me
From a decent distance
I took my notice
And offered you calm resistance
I moved, you followed
Respectful, just waiting
Providing circumstances
That guided me toward participating
Finally, I cried out
"I need no nurturing here
I have defense mechanisms
Keeping me from slipping a gear
...I love manual transmissions
Besides, I've lived a lifetime
Without personalized care
Pouring into others
Never questioning what is fair
...dang it all...there is something...there
Rejection is one thing
Abandonment, another
What is that blackened chord
...death of my mother"
I passed it on to Daddy God
And watched Him restore and connect
The doors of Mama's house, opened
Revealing the elect
Beautiful sounds all around
Celebration of LOVE abiding
Never more, an orphan
Preparing, once again, for whatever fear is hiding
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-23-2024
When I lay anguished with all my muscles aching
And my mind plunging into the eddies of grief,
Poetry came to me as an unexpected guest, as a whiff of breeze.
It was like spotting an oasis in the sterility of a blistering desert.
What scope poetry provided me, soon I happily discerned.
It decorated my emotions with personalized symbols.
Images varied came dancing to my great surprise.
Music arrived soothing to embellish, energize and overwhelm.
Then my chest heavy with melancholic thoughts
Opened to layers and layers of positive thoughts,
Transcending the bounds of hard-hitting realities.
My eyes opened to the charm of nature conjuring up celestial images,
And I started versifying every thought n’ scene in rhythmic notes.
.
Never more the surging tears flowed out from my eyes.
My rampaging despair got vaporized, making a hasty retreat,
Like an enemy vanquished and its bugle falling silent.
Poetry, turn not your face on me, fill me with rhyme!
Had it not been for you and your mesmerizing charms,
I could never have broken free of the fetters,
That chained my captive, melancholy-stricken heart.
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Classic custom old school car clubs
Sixty-six Ford LTD was “Dave’s Dream”
Personal plaques flash firme
Bajito rolling ranfla street scene
Carnal cruises slow style
Hoppin hydraulics make bombs bounce
To timeless oldies music mesh
Savvied since nineteen fifty-five
Cars converted for their cruising comfort
It’s inches Lowrider’s lowered from the dirt
Pavements, personalized cultural classic rides
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Chevy’s chèvere and Malibu’s mint
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Alliterisen
Carnal—by blood
Firme—firm
Bajito—low
Ranfla—A lowrider (car)
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My aunt Moe was terrific at giving the best gift at Christmas time.
We all lined up toward her gift pile, knowing she had chosen sublime.
The other aunts and uncles got us stuff that never made us smile.
The line to Aunt Marjorie wound around the tables, about a country mile.
She gives us the best gifts ever! Yelled out our youngest cousin, Kyle.
Our gifts this year were fantastic, as they always are from this Aunt Moe.
A personalized necklace with your names, which delighted me so!
That she could buy my odd-spelled name was something I did not know.
Written in script, and wearing it made me feel super proud and happy.
Made of fake gold, with rhinestones, incredibly beautiful and snappy.
I had an Aunt Marjorie who took special care.
She always made sure to give all of us something wonderful.
My name is spelled different than other Karens’ names.
My mother spelled my Caren with a C.
So I could never get anything personalized.
When I was eleven Aunt Marjorie special ordered a pendant.
In script writing, it spelled Caren – it was gold plated.
This was my favorite present for at least fifty years.
It meant the world to me, it was something that I never had before.
I thank my Aunt Marjorie for that gift to this day.
Sight for Darkened Eyes
David J Walker
A certain sight bestowed in a
Darkened theater
Where doubtful eyes
See nothing
And never know the same
It is silver upon black
the image plays
In golden silence
It is gray embossed
in dark red tinges of time
The message personalized in a slight
For your eyes only and
left to write
The words that come to mind
What do you see
He said
Noting that nothing would be a lie
I see black words in an azure sky
I see white wings
On large things
On the fly
I see every tomorrow comply
With future gestures and
Yesterday’s failures
And
The unknown flight plan
In the hand
of a penultimate pilot
I see the dead
Holding tight to
The last thread
Of life
Borrow tomorrow's menu and
Offer your Paphian plans
Here I am so very high
being created by the creator
so very hard in my rock surface
such grandeur nothing greater
Majestic best describes me
being seen from miles around
my focus point covers very much
seldom is my pinnacle found
My eyes watch many failures
that mankind seeks to overcome
even death overtakes so many
shows them fallen totally numb
I am millions of years old
eternal sums up my name
having watched so much pass by
whatever happens, I'm never to blame
I'm mountain, that's my name
look on at my beauty so great
so colourful and snow-white often
at my peak very cold in winter state
(I have personalized nature in this piece, being a mountain and speaking from that great peak's perspective looking down on all the rest of nature and mankind. )
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