Tag: love
group name: wordpainting
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August 29, 2006 02:15 AM EDT --
It happens.
The people you thought as pillars of your life
Dissolve like columns of salt with the first gush.
Those you loved with a passion nearly insane
Turn away to cracks between . . . more
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February 14, 2007 12:08 PM EST --
for Inmaculada Cara Martin, beloved wife, forever my valentine. With special use of the public domain lyrics from Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart's immortal song, MY FUNNY VALENTINE, now a jazz . . . more
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December 13, 2006 12:45 PM EST --
What makes an artist create or better still what makes an artist create gloriously?
I was good scholar at school but I came alive when it was that part of our English classes when we were asked to write . . . more
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May 09, 2007 03:07 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet:John F. Walter
Silent passages' incomplete trills
stir within the presence of pigments.
Dreamtime backstages foreshadow
unwinged lifelines seeking
siren . . . more
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May 13, 2007 04:44 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Wandering Poet
Whose Soulsparks Were So Dearly Missed:
John F. Walter
What you hold, beneath my words,
is a place as old as the need
to remember when water was . . . more
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August 05, 2007 12:24 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet: John F. Walter
Enchanted, wayward tracings of her name
divine thousands of years
into hermetic mysteries,
taunt gardens with fleshy blooms
blushing on thorny . . . more
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September 04, 2006 12:24 PM EDT --
It is the end of all endings and the beginning of all beginnings. An intersection in time where the flow reverses. Where what was flowing away begins flowing towards.
Such moments are profoundly healing. . . . more
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September 04, 2006 01:01 PM EDT --
CARPE DIEM
I must dare
to say and be
all I think and feel.
I must dare
to be the Man I am.
I must dare to tell you
"I think I love you."
I must dare to ask you,
"Come and join . . . more
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July 22, 2007 05:38 PM EDT --
For all contemporary artists who get mired in the latest critical theories and lose hope. This one especially goes out to my pre Sim homegirls Amy George and Jill Pazerackas of . . . more
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July 03, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
For My Poet : John F. Walter
Swaying chords of greens-
portals shifting up and over hills,
not quite the same,
changing and groaning.
With temporal wings I wade
through channels beneath
. . . more
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September 23, 2006 12:43 AM EDT --
libra's child
What is this "love" that pulls me to you?
A gauzy veil of hope, desire, imagination
woven with faery dust and good strong rope
irritating, clinging, anchoring and ringing . . . more
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August 11, 2006 03:25 PM EDT --
Everybody
wants to remain
forever young,
and never,
no, not ever
grow old.
Remember,
Remember this.
We are forever silver.
We are forever golden.
And our story
will never,
no, not ever,
really
be told. . . . more
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August 01, 2007 10:03 PM EDT --
for my wife Inmaculada Cara Martin
Granada breathes out its burnt roses at dusk.
I think about the child I don´t have,
the children we won´t raise,
since my . . . more
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February 26, 2007 03:18 PM EST --
Dedicated To My Poet: John F. Walter
The tendency allows visibly beautiful parallels-
my purple velvet dress, admired by Captain Kangaroo,
"Who is that pretty girl in the back...?", . . . more
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October 31, 2006 09:23 PM EST --
You…
Woven into my every fiber,
I yearn.
Intertwined in my thoughts,
I crave.
Infused with my body,
I desire.
Entangled in my dreams,
I ache.
Quintessence of my soul,
I whisper.
. . . more
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May 28, 2007 12:16 PM EDT --
Fenceposts and icy trees race restlessly by Only the moon stays in one place How I wish you could be more like the moon Endless dependability, tides, time, Yet free enough to enjoy an afternoon Why can't . . . more
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . . more
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January 13, 2007 03:11 PM EST --
The mysteries of the stars are kept
In files of immense singularity,
Just as one thought of you and me
Would fill up all the spaces of my mind
Am I a mystery to you?
You are a must to me!
How may we . . . more
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March 13, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
For Brenda Clewes, beautiful dancer and brilliant pre Sim poet of the embodied mind. Her work interrogates consciousness and the evanescent self in a way that recalls a great modern American video artist, . . . more
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December 13, 2006 04:29 PM EST --
Should you call
I’ll yodel in the mountain
If you sigh
I’ll sing a fado by the fountain
If you walk
I’ll throw petals on your path
If you’re hindered
They’ll feel the power . . . more
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