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Posted: 8/6/2007 1:59:21 PM | Abstraction
An outline has no depth
A silhouette no colour
A shadow no texture
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I’ve been painting
abstract pieces of you
for most of my life
Reaching into pockets
lined with crumbs
and bits of lint
I continued to sketch
madcap single cell images
that resembled
no one in particular
Until I met you
You with flowing eyes
You with hypnotic voice
You with uncommon knowledge
You with divine dimension
and soulful face
Finally the portrait complete
My most important work
It never occurred to me
you didn’t want to hang
in the Louvre | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 2:53:09 PM | Yoko...a lovely piece.
I’ve been painting
abstract pieces of you
for most of my life
The image you begin with speaks a thousand words. I have been meaning to drop by for a while.
LW | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 4:31:44 PM | | Thanks LW...always a special treat when you stop by! | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 4:34:34 PM | Non-Conforming Body Parts
My hands have taken on
A life of their own
Wondering, wandering
Fingertips teasing
the memory of
fevered fusion
Nails tearing at
entombed eyes probing
for a REM reply
Frantically flashing
blue neon sign language
Thumb, index, pinky… Up
Ring, middle… Down
Do you remember?
It’s odd how casually
The hands deviate
When you miss the missing | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 5:07:56 PM | "The Painting Was Always Meant To Be Yours"
hit home for many of us, Yoko...I loved that piece. :D
and the last one reminded me how obsessive compulsive I am.
It's been a week of crayolas here, learning to stay within the lines
it's hard with a major sugar rush, to even stay in the seat at times
my kid even ate all of the sprinkles that you put on cookie icing
and he's had an endless supply of ice cream
finally someone who likes to hang out with me
I guess it takes a second grader's mentallity
 moo (see?) | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 7:46:27 PM | | Hey BD...I've got a second grade mentality...I'll hang out with you! moo moo | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 7:47:07 PM | The Review
Being slightly nearsighted
I tripped over a thread
falling head first into
an epic in the making
When the main character
helped me up and
kissed me on the forehead
I completely forgot about
the possibility of a concussion
Amnesia is a wonderful affliction
I simply read my favourite page
over and over never realizing
I have been written out
of the next chapter
To this day I still applaud
Author, author | |
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Posted: 8/7/2007 10:41:36 AM | The Awakening
There is a hush between
the dawn of once upon a time
and the twilight of never after
where hope stirs
beneath the cover of sorrow | |
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Posted: 8/7/2007 1:12:07 PM | Sophia ~~ Nope. . . .
http://www.snopes.com/science/mars.asp
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Posted: 8/7/2007 2:25:18 PM |  Hello Yoko...my friend! see you are now Sophia....? good deal! This thing you talk about the moon and mars...sounds really fantastic....I should be sure to take a look!
Stargazing....like the ultimate fun
Imagining things of this world...unseen
Beauty is evident within the stars
How I often wanted to travel to Mars!
A habit of my sons when he was just a kid
A telescope I bought him...we spent hours out there!
Imagining things he would dream to see
Used to make me think he was alot like me!
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Posted: 8/7/2007 2:46:47 PM |
You asked for clarity
so I released a thousand white doves
with ribbons spun from my hair
to lasso the sun
Yoko this is so beautiful and I can see how BM's influence has enhanced your own poetry!! | |
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Posted: 8/7/2007 3:01:49 PM | EDIT EDIT: Ooops sorry Wooby...just noticed what you meant. I deleted that post. Thanks for sending the website info. XO
Jules...According to the web site Wooby posted...it's not true. TOO BAD> it would have been amazing!
AF....thanks... | |
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Posted: 8/7/2007 3:54:47 PM | huh? lol
I'm too lazy too mail anyone and ask...
Went out to walmart and bought a cheap mower and some chips
fizzing in the bath dinosaur egg and some other shit
...it's walmart...there's always something that needs tossed in the cart
it's a fricking holiday for rednecks and old farts
I'll bet ten bucks that she smells that melon two more times
and heads back to the free sample line...
I had to laugh when I passed two 70yr old gals comparing flip-top trash cans
their wasn't that much thought for the erns when they buried their old mans
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Posted: 8/7/2007 5:22:01 PM | | It's okay dog...you had to be there and I don't mean walmart. | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 2:14:35 AM | Postscript
Suspended with
No reference to time
Except the incessant tick
skip tick of a broken clock
The face looks vaguely familiar
but the eyes are all wrong
Once there was the flight of hawks
reflected in copper green pools
and peppered fireworks
Now still, opaque, barren
The previously provocative,
mischievous mouth appears
flat-lined
The brow touched by grace
and cheeks raised in joy
just waxy depressions of
frozen grief
Looking into the box
I barely recognize myself
In retrospect I think
they used too much blush | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 9:53:16 AM | Your poetic paintings are amazing lately, Yoko! and I concur,"The Paintings..."one, Brilliant! What do I know about this poetry stuff, but it just seems that
you mix the colours of the mind and heart so very well, me thinks. Bravo! | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 10:34:50 AM | | Thanks Om....she curtsy's demurely...and smiles. | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 10:36:11 AM | Headstone
Buried
so deep in the country side,
bound by old growth Eiffel towers
so tall, they tickle the underbelly
of clouds passing through
I often have time from your hands to
sit by the brook and babble
to the stones looking back at me
with dispassionate curiosity
Today the trickle is not profound
Rather a stagnating conversation
Like small sonar pings between pebbles
The meadow grasses so high I barely
see the doe and only the breeze
in the blades whispers a fawning
but, I’m too small to pull the plow alone
oh well…winter will take care of that
Good Will Mac Hunting my
ever protective highlander
continues his one dog crusade against
the evil bunny brigade while
Puck the olden golden lies content
just to breathe in the day
and me,
I’m still buried, deep in the country | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 10:56:53 AM |
Like small sonar pings between pebbles
dang, I love that line!
ok, mind if I bring my pinkness here more often? lol | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 7:46:59 PM | 792 Hours
Thirty three days ago today,
the sun, depressed by the monotony
of rising and setting day after thankless day,
disappeared below the horizon
leaving in it’s place a cardboard
replica tied like a kite
to the tail of the moon
While the mock sun looked real enough
It lacked dimension and without
dimension, the earth simply lay flat .
Realizing the sun must have tired of being
taken for granted, the world lamented
and in it’s fear of pitch-black seclusion
began a frantic search for the missing elements
that made the sun, the sun
The radiant beams that exiled the dead of night
The warmth that spread the meaning of song
The timekeeper of ages past and those to come
And so it was, without the real sun,
the gloomy world eventually just stood still
That was thirty three days ago today
But, who’s counting | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 3:25:50 PM | | S....you are the sounding bell of clarity, those "radiant beams that spread the meaning"....... dare I say it? You are the sun, we see things in the light of you, the power of you, the artistic last stroke of perfection | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 4:24:40 PM | Oh...my cherished aoibheann...would that I were a tenth of what you attribute. Look to yourself...it is all there.  | |
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