Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts
Wednesday, 24 April 2019
Did those petals weep?
And did those petals weep Vincent?
Knowing no almonds could they form
When from the tree a blossoming twig was torn
But I can see you smile Vincent
As with pleasure a new painting's born
As the tree cries with untold grief forlorn
Okay you have cut off one ear
Which is some recompense that's true
I am talking of life, not about you
Humans show how we can destroy
You have shown us new ways to see
I see the use of insects and bees
Image found at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Almond-Blossoms
This is of course is a parody of the use of pesticides that are not only harmful to insects but humans as well. Sadly selling dangerous chemicals like this freely will probably result in the destruction of many useful wild flora and essential insects that fertilize flowers and plants. If this continues we shall probably have one more lifeless planet in this solar system!
Labels:
Conservation,
Life,
Painting,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Van Gogh
Sunday, 14 April 2019
Puppet on wire

Tobacco smoke drifted about
How that brought sad memories back
When we were young and oh so free
Thinking about you loving me
Cuddled up, stoned on cheap white wine
Wanting, touching, kissing just you
Long gone days of tangerine skies
Loving, looking in your green eyes
Then winter came, you're not yourself
Both you and the days were quite cold
For that's the way, love rarely lasts
You left me as the cruel wind blasts
So I took up painting again
Daubing colors which were not bright
Except some symbols of lost love
Puppet on wire, and just one glove
Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/search/painter/ I
Saturday, 15 July 2017
The rain poured down
I said I'd work in the garden
But outside the rain poured down
Just one blackbird looked up at me
As I stood on the verandah
A bamboo bush swayed in the wind
Dirty clouds scudded across the sky
The leafless fruit trees quite silent
Singing came from my now clean spouse
So went back in to light a fire
She now emerged with glowing skin
Looking like an artist's painting
Hanging on a gallery wall
Clearly now I was not a monk
For a stirring need was so dire
Image of Nude-art-043 by G. Gull found at https://fineartamerica.com
Labels:
Love,
Painting,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Sunday Whirligig
Thursday, 20 October 2016
Paddy the painter
Paddy was in a fix as his wife Liz was complaining about the outside painting once again as she expected him to do it himself to save money.
They had been in the house now for over thirty years and George had diligently done all the maintenance himself but now he was retired he thought it would be better if someone else did it for him.
"We can't afford it" Liz moaned so Paddy reluctantly agreed to do the work and as the weather was fine decided to do the gutters and downpipes and worry about the doors and windows later on.
He was very careful and took his time and spent a lot of time admiring the view over the next door neighbor's fence for they had a pool installed last year and the neighbors wife was having a swim each day.
So Paddy worked carefully at roof level each day and Liz came out to see how he was doing telling him she would make him a cup of tea.
"No hurry" Paddy called out I still have a lot to do up here and smiled as the neighbors wife waved to him from the pool.
Image found at www.shutterstock.com
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