Posts Tagged ‘artistic’

The Terrific Uses of A Tree

In Uncategorized on May 12, 2011 at 11:09 pm

Planted by crops to produce fruit,
Nourishing our bodies with Gods’ vitamins,
Oranges in the richest hue to peel,
Juice drips down the chin’s of children,
Apple pies baked during holidays,
The finest harvest from our tree’s,
Produced for paper and furniture,
Homes built to share family memories,
Students write on pages with their studies,
Books we cherish are printed at the press,
The multiple  and necessary use of the tree,
Take today to reflect on why it was created.

One poem for the International Biological Diversity Day coming up on May 22nd.(ecological uses on another poem)

I plan on tagging my other tree poems with that day.


The Artistry of Expressive Modern Dance

In Uncategorized on May 11, 2011 at 7:51 pm

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Their bodies vibrate in full expression,

A soulful rhythm of movements,

Ignited entirely by their inner being,

Dancing from their cores as a moving illustration.

The founding mother of modern dance, Martha Graham, reminds us that our bodies can express our emotions, thoughts, pains, longings or desires. 

Contorting flesh into a visual symphony,

Twisting and shaping themselves with passionate sentiments,

Enchanting viewers to share their personal experiences,

Embracing the journey of their artistry with other souls.

Transforming feelings into an artistic visual form to explore,discover and creatively express freely. 


Inspired by Martha Graham on Google doodle today. I found myself drawn to learn more about this type of modern dance either as a spectator to share their lives, or even partake for internal health and physical exercise. 

The Essence of Eccentric Ectasy

In Uncategorized on May 10, 2011 at 5:15 pm

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Raptured in an eccentric embrace,

Inhaling scents of their valued rarity,

Distinctive souls so scarce,

Perfumed in an essence of the unusual,

Enveloped in a mystique quality type of fume,

Invigorating creative and inspiring minds,

A performance of a passionate soul,

Flaming torch’s of a fascinating flair,

Anointing us all with exotic entertainment and company.

Dedicated to a story told to me by a friend of an eccentric senior neighbor full of life who runs around the apartment building anointing others with oil, dancing some sort of tango and is Spanish. ( I could see myself friends with this lady, sounds so much like me) 

God bless all of us who embrace our eccentric, intense and unusual but loving spirits to share with mankind. 


In acrostic on May 6, 2011 at 9:29 pm

aternity fragrances of calm lavender or lemon to refresh you.

rbiting sweetly and solely around our personal planet in our worlds.

hundering in her loud voice of protectiveness and security prowess.

ymns are sung in musical notes of cheer too stimulate and ignite hopes and dreams.

   xquisite in her guidance through the journey of our own self exploration.


efining her offspring into cultured and genuine individuals.

The Unintentional Geisha

In free verse on May 6, 2011 at 6:45 pm

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Trained as a great artisan of entertainment,
Delighting minds and spirits over tea while serving them hand and foot,
Dancing in exotic gowns of silk that are embroidered,

Her company is sought out and desired,
Enticing and enriching the senses of our souls.


The highest paid Geisha’s in Japan are not prostitutes. They are hired to  entertain and are trained right up until they are in their 70’s. They are a great hostess for they serve their guests hand and food.  They are moving artisans and hired for their services. Much like poets, writers or even singers are. They do remain single. A true Geisha does not allow further contact other than an illusion to men who visit her.

This of course being said not all men enjoy the artist type of women of song and dance and I am unsure of other forms of artistry these women train in. Poetry can be read aloud, and one can paint their portrait if they are trained in that particular art.

The Maternal Embrace

In free verse on May 6, 2011 at 3:00 pm

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We drink the sweetest nectar of her nourishment,

The finest gem of wisdom is spoken from her tongue,

Aromatic incense of encouragement lingers in smoke,

Disciplinarian instruction for the richest growth,

Bathed in her fine oils of love and forgiveness,

Knowledge rains down in teachings of language and life skills,

Scented in perfumes of comfort and warmth,

Remembered and cherished for all of time into eternity,

The maternal embrace and her influences illuminate all souls.


If you find this poem in searching, and want to print it out to give to your mother or frame for yourself, you can. It is still copyrighted, but you can print this in any card. I offer to you at no cost and only to share it.

The Crystal Sun Catcher

In free verse on May 5, 2011 at 5:06 pm

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Crystals shine and dangle in the brilliant sun,

Glimmering in shades of dark blue,

Sunlight pierces the insides of the dangling gems,

Dancing saphire colored bursts  on the window pane,

Reflections of the oceanic shades buried in each piece,

Casting hues of betrayal that remains and thrives mixed with pain preserved.

Soul Cake

In acrostic on May 4, 2011 at 7:10 pm

aptivating all your hunger for substance of gourmet desserts that are rich.

lluring your palate for the biggest slice of it that you can fit on your plate.

indling your desire to savor it as much as you can on your tongue.

xotic decorations like icing and candies to appease your senses.

This is an acrostic poem, so the first letter on each line placed together spells cake. It is for the Sunday Scribblings of the week. 

The opulent cake of the soul. 

Teachers On Our Path

In free verse on May 3, 2011 at 4:25 pm

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“The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.”

Khalil Gibran

Our minds are like an artists’ canvas,

Masters of knowledge and insight filter our worlds,

Splashing bright colors of vibrancy to rest within,

Teachers that push us to succeed and have goals,

Their paintbrush dipped into colors of encouragement,

Igniting us into flames of pursuit to alter our lives,

A part of our very destiny is weaved into their beings,

A variety of teachers instill great lessons for us to learn,

Changing our paths to grant us the most peace,

Eternally bound to us too  change us forever.

“A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.”

Henry Adams

La Dame Blanche

In free verse on May 3, 2011 at 3:01 pm

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La Dame Blanche was a unique woman,

A supernatural being of ancient myths of France,

Visiting in the color of purity,

Symbolic of doves wings and diamonds,

The Lady in White is known to haunt the souls of man,

Floating between parallel spaces of time,

A present clock that ticks to the flesh of others to tame,


The future of her spirit and others.


A Myth of France that I twisted into purity.