This he said
As he set his sails
After a life well-lived:
“Friends applaud, the comedy is over.”
Life is indeed a comedy
We stumble on stage with unsure steps
Forgetting lines, forgetting reasons
Yet our friends, the audience of our hearts,
Smile at each misstep
As if every flaw belonged to the script.
They gather in the glow of laughter
Not to judge, but to share the moment
Their eyes remind us softly
That worry has no place here.
Choose your crowd wisely
For quality friends
Are the true measure of a quality life.
Recall that rib-tickling comic named Dick
Boundlessly, he performed many a schtick.
He could trip over his own feet
and dance never missing a beat.
Me? I just fall on my face - Fiddlesticks!
Clumsy oaf that I am, I get in my way;
sometimes when I move, my feet want to stay.
It's an art to stumble then rise.
I blame my shoes which are queen-size,
rub my head and say, "This just ain't my day!"
Who needs to be a rider
racing 'round a track
way back in the crowd
I'm going to lead the pack
who needs to be a loser
spinning on their wheels
or yield pole position
I'm going to lead the field
and wear the yellow jersey
the one who wins your heart
no longer in a supporting role
I'll have the starring part
and if you'll be my leading lady
and I'm your leading man
I'll always be upfront
always in the van
The moon speaks in phases
the sun a voice of lasers
every cloud a picture story --
write me a day, and I’ll paint
you a Starry Night.
Consider the man in the street if you will
what's he doing there standing stock-still
maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road
and half-way over with nothing better to do
only slowed to admire the view
perhaps he's pushing his luck
for remaining stationary no doubt about it
he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck
let's hope it's not so as hearing them coming
the man in the street beats a hasty retreat
making hay he hits the ground running
and his narrow escape's a clean getaway
to dawdle or dilly-dally down all his days
I happen to take Art classes in oils. My teacher directed me to Van Gogh's Flores:
I am not sure what it's called. But I am very impressed with it's colors of yellow, maze and the swirls of a blue vase. It appears that the painting is all swirls. I can't imagine how it was done. But it presents itself as a plain and effortless painting.
As this is all new to me as a new Artist of oil painting, this will be a great challenge. Anything "Blue" is my favorite color.
The painting has brown in its background. I believe judging from the picture it was one of his best masterpieces.
I usually color with pencils, and have very little knowledge in coloring in oils. Again this will be challenging. However, I am going to love it.
One might ask what does this have to do with USPS Stamps? However, I believe the Post Office did select stamps from various Artists and a few were from Van Gogh's Flores: "The Sun Flower" and a picture of Van Gogh himself.
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haiku : van Gogh
sunflower souls speak
we hail our genius, true sight ~
lucid mind coloured
Star of Utrecht, Anna van Schurman
Was not allowed to distract men
She had to study behind a curtain
Her brilliance wrote history for certain
Don’t look now but there’s the cat
from The Cat In The Hat
riding on the master's coat tails
feeling pretty special
resting on his laurels
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on April 10, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE M sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
famous after death dutch painter van Gogh
vincent more often than not to nature did go
painted with cheap paints and shadows random
lived in poverty, painted as if chased by a phantom
cut off his ear, mentally ill, his art utterly ignored till
his death, now world famous for his great artistic skill
Her face tilted up, so serene.
Marvelling at the vastness of the blue sky
As she walks arm in arm
With her fiancé,
Glowing inside,
Basking in the aura of love.
Their union, as strong
As the tall trees surrounding them.
The fragility of life—
Two souls walking as one
As they tiptoe through the dense maze of flowers,
The sea of yellow opens up at each step,
Radiant and beckoning,
Their scents wafting and tickling the nose.
His gait, so gallant
As he delights in the beauty beside him,
Holding on,
Together,
Forging
Ahead—
The stepping stones
Building a world for two,
In a field filled with light and hope.
Vibrant and radiant life abounds
as lovers, sealed around devotion
thrive midst nature's care...
mindful of paradise
blest, blooming, blissful
entrusted to their stewardship
for functional optimization
they both are committed to fulfill
since trees and vegetation witnessed...
the Creator exhorted them to
"Go and multiply."*
*Genesis 1:28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.
February 15, 2025
1st place, "Select a FEB 25 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/19/2025
He walks alone in silence as the ghost in his mind wants to come alive
Trees and wildflowers at his side,
paralleling nature’s balance
and symmetrical harmony,
as the yellow faces and hollow bodies beam
In his wake,
he sees a picture painting,
caressing his every step along the way
Seas of yellow in his harbor
peaking through
Where docks of trees, like boats,
line his thoughts,
while the yellow faces of the sun excite
He continues on this path
With an eerie voice pointing toward the light,
look not at a horizon but out past the trees
where a silhouette spans in the forest mist,
trees and wildflowers yearning for a home
connie pachecho
2/15/25
The starry night is out of focus
under the thick tree cover
where the two connected souls
walk arm in arm among the heavy
grass and flower coverage that
crowds the earth under the trees
the fragrance of the wildflowers
is heavy in the air and wafts upward
to be breathed in by the couple
sharing a moment secluded in the
beauty of nature allowing the privacy
to just be together in a moment of bliss
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