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The plastic rainbow factoryQuote:
Originally Posted by MystyrMystyry
where oompa loompas
are crushed to give
that certain hue
smilies strained through
colandars till they're pure
purple people eaters
mulched for months
Orange organs donated
by lemons
Blue lagoons dredged dry
now look into the sky
and see colours
better than nature could supply
http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/...ud-fat-art.jpg
Hey check out me pistil!
It looks like pistol!
But because I'm a flower
It don't quite have the power
Bees seem to like it a lot
So do butterflies and occasional moth
They give me a tickle and I give them
My pollen and it's sort of sexy - ahem
But it's not the real deal because nature is cruel
So I'm as lonely as could be - but there's a new
Technology on the horizon I keep my eyes on
Enabling Frankenstein plants to walk around
I can hardly wait! It's been so long since I had proper company
Another flower like me for all to see - we'll get it on night and day
But of course this is ridiculous and even ludicrous because
Plants aren't designed like that - but love should find a way
Big tubby nudie on a couch
Why aren't you wearing a tent?
Do you think that you're in a MacMansion
Or perhaps a trifle bent
Watch out that the legs don't break
Under the weight of of the sky
For I see that you're only big boned
And actually as light as a dragonfly
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It appears rich and true
spreading the joy of beauty
understood in a colourful surprise
grace is its zeal
announcing with sunshine
to show
the glory of distant lands
http://www.keithgarrow.com/abstract-painting-golden.JPG
Pieces puzzle, big and bright.Quote:
Originally Posted by free
They sort of fit, but not too tight.
http://deannlprosia.com/pages.php?co...ID=71&view=big
The image is one of Deann Prosia's etchings (Portofino Harbor).
Sailor of my mindQuote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
let your oars slide
this boat of gold
over the waters soft
to the moonlight hills
where I’ll embrace
my love revived
http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:A...RwiCSnnclvsfzg
(A Vermeer's painting)
http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:A...RwiCSnnclvsfzg
(A Vermeer's painting)
while I burn my fingers
at the fire
I see you through the curtain
smearing pallettes of beauty
with your knife
http://www.google.com.au/imgres?imgu...w=1655&bih=805
there is a prizeQuote:
Originally Posted by Delta40
we are winning
there is a port
we see
standing
on the brindled ribbons
decorated deck
there are shores
undiscovered
there are people
dressed in their
pompous clothes
hailing us
welcome
flags of passion
flaunting
in the air
of never ending
emotion of content
http://www.louvre.fr/media/repositor...9831254077.jpg
(Toussaint Dubreuil)
Light and DarkQuote:
Originally Posted by free
The sky brings light. The shade stays dark.
The lady's bright. The man's less so.
She's pointing where he'll have to go.
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Fi..._promenade.jpg
Renoir's La Promenade
Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
A tender child
tenderly holding
a tender flower
tenderly lead by
tender mother
a tender woman
touching
her tender silky skirt
a tender painter
tenderly using
tender colours
and lights
to paint
TENDERNESS
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...ofFrance03.jpg
Anthony van Dyck, Princess Henrietta Maria
A Woman's Heart
She was caught in a moment,
frozen eyes fixed ahead
in a dead unmoving stare
while her lips remain staid.
Her fair flaxen face
held in immortalized beauty
reveals nothing beyond
the beauty of the skin,
for she remains empty inside,
A painted vase in which
no flower shall bloom,
poor soulless vessel
however so adorned
is made no more perfect
for that very flawless unchanging
beauty in youth.
Condemned to eternal grace
and infallible poise that
however you gaze
no matter her admirers
she will forever remain
unknown.
Next Painting
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHqLfRrT9e...vard-munch.jpg
The Scream
Two boats are coming toward the shore.
A couple walks along the dock.
A mind gets restless: what's life for?
The ego pumps its lungs in shock.
For the next image, here is a link to a painting by Jasper Johns. I used to admire some of his work at the Chicago Art Institute many years ago, but I'll admit not really understanding it.
http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=...9QEwAw&dur=178
Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
They pin jewelstones on words,
diamonds that are softer than syllables;
those words paint pine board into good oak
that they build into handshakes and temples.
The great strip-ed temple, haven't you seen it?
It's built of 'good wood', it's built like they mean it.
And to draw them red stripes the children are bleedin',
tears on mama's apron while the poor souls are screamin'
please let it be real;
Let valor be real.
Let honor be real.
Let courage be real.
And build a temple with all of these
when you're building things in stacks of threes.
J
I know I should wither
beneath your contention,
but yet instead I writhe,
beneath the shadow of your contempt.
There is something broken
within me that compels me
towards your own sneering
cruelty.
In the depths of your
cold reptilian eyes
I catch a glimpse of
the suffering you torment
yourself with alone.
But I only seem to thrive
upon the cutting wounds
of your sardonic barbs
embedded within my heart.
I recently started reading a book about Caravaggio and so I looked him up and was quite taken with his breathtaking work, and so this is Caravaggio's Narcissus
http://www.backtoclassics.com/images..._narcissus.jpg
Narcissus
The ladies hoped he'd look their way
Since they were looking his.
But he was looking his way, too.
It's such a waste. What can they do
To make him want what is?
The next image is by Jackson Pollock. I don't know if there is any subject in the painting except perhaps the state of the viewer's mind after looking at it.
http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=...9QEwAQ&dur=438