Peace be with you,
Children of men,
Wives of husbands and vice versa,
Citizens of nations,
Inhabitants of the earth,
Creations made to take care of other creations,
Creations made in the image of the maker,
Like sculptures shaped and curved by the love of the sculptress,
Like a pot molded and made to the perfect taste of the potter,
The potter who does not throw away the mirry clay,
Clay that is unworthy and too damaged to be useful,
And turns it into something beautiful and useful.
Friends of God,
Servants of the most high,
Believers of truth,
Peace be with you!
Categories:
sculptress, peace, people,
Form: Free verse
She has left the drape of darkness.
Soft electric lighting
nudges hips into revelation.
Her stone has left its whiteness,
blue veins bury their tributaries
into perfected form.
There’s a dappled culturing
where marble flexes.
Her body lives beyond death and life,
the sculptress created her
as a mirror-image of her desire.
It is a dishonor to simply look
at such plicature, curve and contour
as if she were created
only to be an object for the eye;
to touch her, bring her under my flesh,
to know the shape of her in my body
that is the secret depth, the wish.
Hands seek to hide my mind
while they ripple together within
pocketed thoughts.
Categories:
sculptress, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Platinum minstrel
jewel-encrusted gemstone
sculptress, dawn usher
Categories:
sculptress, art, beautiful, birth, creation,
Form: Haiku
If it be my wish
I'd endeavour
to maketh this heavenly
hunger satisfying kiss
to last forever.
Her welcoming warm arms
to provide sanctuary and safety
that soothes the inner child
I Lose myself in her soft caress
and harbour my heart and soul
She is the sculptress
and I the thing she moulds.
Her tender love to be liken a flowing
calming river
that flows with such invigorating emotion
deep inside of me
Her fragrance as sweet as the honeysuckle
that attracts the flirtatious honey bee.
One love one heart one dream
one flesh until we meet see our final sunset
and take
our last breaths
and rest together
on some grassy land
after our mortal death,
Peter Dome, copyright.2014. Jan.
Categories:
sculptress, caregiving, fantasy, love, marriage,
Form: Romanticism
The wilderness of my mind,
Thoughts race, a whirlwind now begins.
A vast expanse of anything,
Imagination the puppet, me the strings.
To believe is a simple notion,
Exercising the right to concede.
Plenty of nowhere’s and nothing’s,
And the little bits caught in-between.
Tutoring it in fads and fancies,
Deciding what whims I may care.
Focusing on what makes things right,
No artist could ever compare.
Flippant it seems as I guide it,
As I sail through the shallows of focusing thought.
Refurbish my matter, rebuild it,
Introduce each new thing I’ve been taught.
Escort my mind through a maze of “why”,
Hunger for knowledge unbound.
Nurture it, feed it, encourage it to grow,
Alienating it from shallow ground.
Exercising the ability of recall.
Concentration the tool of my works.
The ability to see with my eyes closed,
Helps me picture and feel past hurts.
As I soldier on through the maze in my mind,
As I have expanded myself, I can see.
In the midst of everything, nothing and something,
Turn the cogs in the wheel that is me.
©.L.Kelly
Categories:
sculptress, lifeme,
Form: Rhyme
To The Prince Of The Passionate Land
Who Paints, With Both Words and Hands
Lightly Brushing Masterpieces
Riding His Realm, Wherever He Pleases
In A Far Fifth-Dimension of Grandeur
Or On A Different Cubism-Dream-Wonder
Sometimes, He Splash-Blue-Subdued
Oft Times, Just Look At The Hues, He’s Used !
His Word-Pictures Paints Such Fantasies
They Are Prince Freakasso, Styled Originalities
Places, Where Only Imageries, Can Go
Like The ‘Namesake’ Mind of Pablo Picasso
Whose Paintings Shouted, ‘Expressionism’ !
The Same Bold Style Stamps His Individualism
And When Prince Freakasso, Paints With Such Speech
His Lips, Brushes With Words So Sweet
Prince Freakasso, Of The Passionate Land
Who Paints, With His Lips and Hands
Lightly Brushing Masterpieces
Riding His Realm, Wherever He Pleases
Aaaah, Sweet Prince
Let Your Painting Commence …
From Your Pearl-Sculptress,
MoonBee
Categories:
sculptress, adventure, allegory, dedication, friendship,
Form: Light Verse