Now I really have no concerns
if you think I may be nuts
If I finally owned a business
I would call it Rough as Guts
I'm happy with my own standards
someone else's perfection it's not my go
For years a fear to experiment
when self esteem was low
Confidence on the rise since mid thirties
as an owner builder several houses I have built
There maybe a wall or two that leans a little bit
So What! The Leaning Tower of Pisa I have no self guilt
Playing musical instruments started in mid fifties
eight in all I finally learnt to play a joyous journey had begun
When I play guitar and sing I may fluff a chord or two
So What ! Audience and me together are having lots of fun
Just recently began some illustrations for my poems
as an extra to provide some humorous cheer
I'm certainly no Picasso, Van Gogh or Toulouse Lautrec
So What !My drawings make some people laugh and I've not cut off an ear
We all have so much untapped talent
because of fear we often never try
Me. I'll keep on seeking mind expansion
until the day I finally die
I dreamed I was in Café Terrace with Toulouse-Lautrec.
We were downing glass after glass of orange triple sec.
And quite drunk, he muttered something that shocked me so ~
he slurred he'd eaten the ear of Vincent van Gogh!
And I jolted awake ~ sunflower bedsheet wrung around my neck.
orange delights, encourages, uplifts, stimulates
Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec. Dali
According to Buddhists, orange is the highest meditative state
a state of illumination and enlightenment
she symbolizes a journey for knowledge
*Image of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec provided by Sotheby's.
Lautrec At Night
He leads amongst the bustle
sedate naught condemn
the noise, music, and high kicks
late in the pm.
Paris famed tower
drunk paint blithe vibrant visions
artist empower.
2021 May 27
i won’t forget the times when i made roundish letters
in blue-black ink
as if i were crushing blackberry beads
perfumed and wild
and in the eyes of that man by chance
it was always the same toulouse-lautrec painting
with my watery blue dress
like a cloud in an armchair the color of rose petals
frozen rotted in november
with his checkered hat thrown
accidentally over my raincoat
i wondered too much
why he squeezed the whole sun between his teeth
while laughing
i continued to write about the dreams
like white dead pigeons
my lord
with the heart shielded between wings
Genetics,kept his stature,small
'As is life' became his call
Graphic posters on city walls;
Murals,pasted,for just a while
Now,timeless.signatures his style
Th Warhol of the 1890's Hernri Toulouse Lautrec 1864-1901
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_de_Toulouse-Lautrec
He's really just a tiny chap,
no bigger than a speck,
but when he sits upon your lap
it's hard Toulouse Lautrec.
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