Title:  DUSK  A-FLame

     Sky's the Limit - WC Ref

There is an  ART  OF  POETRY

  A flaming sunset gives off warmth  and

a quiet stillnes and relaxation with peace of mnd.

Can even lull one into false security.

Or depending on the individual mood, flames

in the sky may leap and spread to hot anger;

the mind restless, seeking rebellion, hate  ;

alert to any slight that could start a fight.

 And yet as night blankets the day; faded

flames burn away the anger and stress.

The mind, now  cleansed, is open to dreams,

softer thoughts creep in quietly.

No wonder the man in the moon smiles.

Because there  is also -  POETRY IN ART

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Title:  Maja naga

Artist: Francisco Goya     Museo del Prada

THE  GYPSY  (adult)

The Prado in Madrid

a cool tent of marble

set back from the Retiro Park.

I have come

to see the gypsy girl.

Goya painted her twice.

Maja Desnuda is her soul

the other, the clothed version,

is a mannequin.

She is not shy.

She reclines naively

adopting a position

of demure sexuality,

a gauche enticement.

Her breasts are aroused,

Her eyes calculataing

but ready for amore:

Perhaps she is figuring

her pay by the hour?

Perhaps she is weighing

the cost of love?

I stand as near to her

as Goya would have.

I feel the space between us -

it is pressed and curved

like the tip of a brush.

Her belly button is inwards.

Running vertically from it

a line of fine hair

that points downward

to her vagina.

Her gravity

tucked into that purse of flesh

like a sleeping lioness.

A less compromising artist

would not have painted

that delicate trail of hair

yet it is his master stroke.

A hammer blow of reverence.

It is as if her belly

were marked with a holy sign

A finger pointing to the moon

that only gypsys can read

on the dark surface

of this world.

                  ...Eric Ashford...

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Title:  A  WALK  IN  THE  PARK

Artist:Steve  Ponsford   http://painters-online.co.uk

OLD  FRIENDS

Elderly neighbors out for morning walk,

Comfortable silence; sometimes they talk.

   Widowed both for too many years,

   Concord now the sadness and tears.

   Reminiscing when young nd bold,

   Tales told, told again and retold,

Compatible in their own time and place.

Part of life's journey, the natural race.

This morning, sun shining on early mist,

Mystery forms in the wavering wisps;

Mesmerized by this beautiful sight,

Eyes frozen on the visions in light.

Does this path of yesterday

Now lead to a newer way?

There was a void of all earthly sound,

Yet the silence its self was a sound.

So quick the mist lifted; visions gone.

A morning bird sang his ode to dawn.

Two friends walking the path of return,

In each mind a thought of concern.

One asked, "Did you hear a name?"

"Oh yes, for me it was the same."

Silent again as they walked on home,

Assured that they are never alone.

And comfortable in this certainty,

Mates in life - Mates in Eternity.

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Title:  DreamCatcher

Artist:  Loretta  Fasan http://www.lorettafasan.com

Visions

Lovely Lady in braids and lace,

Gentle woman; lady of grace.

A vision in pastel mauve.

A rare gem; a treasure trove.

Do you await a gentleman beau?

Or just a lovely vision in a pose.

Lovely Lady with blooms and beads,

Do you hear a lover's plead?

What dreams with you abide.

Are you someone's waiting bride?

Do you catch a lover in your net.

Someone you have not yet met

Or do you float about in dreams?

Too Lovely a Lady to be alone!

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Title: Hendrijke Wading in a Stream

Artist: Rembrandt Harmenz Van Rijn

http://stukesguild.wordpress.com

"

An Experience of Love

An exquisite expression of love.

Painting of the artist's lover and later wife.

It may be called eratic......but

in such a delicate, gentle, loving way that

never allows for something more lecherous.

It has an aura of solidity much more

than just a portrait......"

                               .....guild comments...

Title:  The  Abandoned  Boat

Artist: Steve  Ponsford

Artist found inspiration after reading of a man who

murdered his wife and left the lady in an

abandoned boat called 'Sally.'  A salty tale indeed! 

Beneath  a  Troubled   Sky

It could have been the Salty Sally, or any other name,

Abandoned on a lonely piece of deserted beach,

Rusting away in rain; paint bleached and peeling;

Salt crusted; sand brased by the shifting winds.

A few scars and dents; broken window panes;

Barnacle skeletons on the hulks under-side.

Lashed down with kelp covered anchor ropes

Rocking and creaking with each gust of the wind.

Death picks time and place in an abandoned boat.

Beneath a dark and forboding  troubled sky

On this lonely deserted strip of seaside shore,

Where twisted hate, out of hand, accelerates

Lost control, so evil delivers the fatal blow,

Dark windows hide the evidence of death.

So a life is lost on a lonely deserted beach.

And the boat rocks with each gust of the wind.

The sea gulls have flown back to the open sea.

Abandoning the evil that lingers there on the beach.

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Title:  Early  Smmer  Evening

Artist:  Randy Pitts

Contact: On--line email form

To  Each  in  Turn

Night will not let day

 tarry in overtime,

And so Sol brings out

his  bightest to display.

His palette is the rainbow

Each color mixed to glow.

Days last defiant specatrum

with promist to return.

Night must follow day;

Nature gives each its turn.

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Tittle:   Sparrow Hawks (American Kestrel)

Artist:  Athos  Menaboni

http://www.faculty.ucr.edu/~legneref/birds/jpg/avex

Ekphrastic poem -

On a Drawing by Athos Menaboni

The female sparrow hawk, fierce,

glorious, hovers above her mate.

Menaboni sketches her with beak open.

I imagein her call, "killy, killy killy.}

The male wings fold down;

his claws wrap around

the branch of Georgia pine;

his head twists around and up

to fix her with black, marvelous eyes.

His russet back is rounded but not meek.

She is set to hunt, is ready to fly wide and long.

He has just flown in. His belly is almost full,

he's at rest, reflecative, quiet.

Perhaps she'll settle close to her partner,

or he'll leave his perch to join her in fearsome flight.

The hawks will decide in their next quick moments,

but the artist has made his choice and so does not care.

                                               ...Nonnie Augustine...

                                         http://www.augustineconfessions@blogspot.com

Tittle:  SADIE - 4 yrs

Artist:   W.Rogers

Contact via 'on site form'

One  Little  Girl

The serious dol-like face

of an angel like child.........,

beneath a crown of roses -

 the innocense of youth

Let us wish her the very best;

her road a pleasant success.

What does she see to the right?

A glimpse into her trials of life?

Or perhaps  just imaginations;

curiosity of the moment,

And this is as it should be,

Staying happy in the now.

Dreans if the next moment;

simplicity of today enjoyments.

And that is all goo and right

For in destiny she can only be

For this one time only

An innocent little girl.

               ...Justin Blake...

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Title:   I  am  Snealer  One

Artist:  Gian Carlo

Contact via Site email form.

One of Two

Why I am abandoned, I'v not a clue,

For a long time I was one of two.

We did chores, worked hard at play;

once we won a race on Fair Day.

Weplayed soldier, - baseball;

climbed tall trees and did not fall.

Come Halloween, was all for prnks,

Were times when my smell got rank.

Sunday was for prayers and sermons; 

flirting with girls, suffering hormones.

And after there'd be picnics in the park.

We'd chase the girls when it got dark.

Loved those days  of run. fun and play,

Right sad since my mate went away.

Once long ago as a pair being two.

Yes, it's true, even a shoe can be blue.

As one I cannot walk or skip or run

and hopping is not very much fun.

This being alone is the saddest fate,

So if you come acress my lost mate,

Tell him I have lost all will....

Laying here, I am waiting still.

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DANCE   OF   GRACE

To the Royal Ballet is our quest,

A night of culture - balcony guest;

To mingle with the beautiful people;

Polite conversation, manners agreeable.

The ballerina, so graceful in flight,

Floating as illusive as light,

Almost becoming part of the mist;

 A picture of grace from ankle to wrist

She carries the audience into the song

Where life is beautiful with no wrong.

"Bravo! Bravo!" from the balcony guest,

At the Royal Ballet - enjoying the best.

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Title:  AT   THE   BALLET

Artist:  Phil  Sydell

Http://paintingsofphilsydell.spce.live.com