GONE FOR GONSALVES...

This is the illusion art of Rob Gonsalves. I really enjoy it and just wanted to share it with you my friends...

BIOGRAPHIA LITERARIA...

Autobiographia Literaria

When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.

I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.

If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
an orphan.”

And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!

by Frank O'Hara

RAINBOW SEEKER...

Rainbow Room

Almost any rainbow
Finds a place to start,
In a rain stained heaven,
Or a tear stained heart…

by Lillian Everts

MUTE...

art by Salvador Dali


Mute

Some ever quite thing
I would that I could be,
A window through whose opening
You look upon the sea-

Some inanimate bit
You cherish day by day,
Having constant need of it
Forever in your way.

A song that makes you glad
A picture on your wall,
Some unfeeling thing that had
No need of you at all.

by Julia Van Norman

LET THE EVENING COME...

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in the long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

by Jane Kenyon

JOCKAMO & RICHARD...

This is Jockamo, he is a French Harlequin...isn't he an arrogant looking fellow I fell in love with his beautiful blue eyes and his teeny tiny heart. He goes well with the poem I want to share, they are both favorites of mine.

Richard Cory

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

FULL MOON WARNING...

Full Moon Warning

~
Sitting in the darkness howling
he reached through the window
tapped me on the shoulder.
Sorry moon,
I said,
No light of your own
borrow from someone else.

He beamed a knowing grin

through the huge hole he poked in the sky.
Miserable moon,
I said,
setting all to glow, Illuminating nothing.

He kept on smiling down

smiling like a lover
Devil moon,
I said,
Distant cold hearted fickle orb

here one night and gone the next.

Rising a little,

he sent a bright finger rippling across the water

beckoning he drew me like the tide

into the darkness
to dance in the glow of his ambient light.

Hateful moon,
I said,
you know you make me crazy.

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WELCOME NOVEMBER...

Color steals from the scene leaving the landscape
mottled in muted shades of grey and brown.
the last of autumns vibrant leaves let go and roll away.
Canadas loiter in the field and pond
fill the sky in huge arrows pointed south.
Grey clouds hang thick and low ,
twitching finger branches tap the window.
As bare corn stalks rattle in the wind,
abandoned pumpkins wither in the skeletal garden.
Abundant harvest, feast of Thanksgiving, prayers of gratitude surrounded by
Flocks, hundreds of black starlings shifting paisleys in the air.
And then, snow, a few flakes, then more, and then winter.
This would be November.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY PRETTIES...

art by Grannie Annie

HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL MY

GHOUL FIENDS...AND SISTER WITCHES.

HAVE FUN, STAY SAFE,

INDULGE YOUR INNER CHOCOLATE LOVER!

I HAVE BEEN HER KIND...

Her Kind

by Anne Sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

~

Here's to real witches, to those of us who probably would have been torched at the stake had we been born in Salem in the 1600s instead of safe and insane in the "enlightened" twenty first century...I have been her kind.

WONDERFUL WITCHES...

art by Charles Wysocki

Why dance with the trolls...when you can soar with the witches,

and thrill at the clouds flying by.

Why sweep with your broom...when you can sail cross the moon
and back in the blink of an eye.

Why put up with grief...when instant relief

can be had dipping apples in lye.

Don't just veg in your chair...cause some havoc out there

and hurry cause Halloween's nigh.

Grab a tall pointie hat...and that one eyed black cat,

an old broom and you're ready to fly!

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FISHY ART...

This is my latest big collage piece. The pictures on it are by James Christensen (don't you just love his fish & angels). I love his art and love working with it. I didn't do much to alter the art this time I wanted it to be more about visual motion, perspective and the altering of shapes. This is better in person because his pictures seem to sink into the canvas...of course this is just for my own wall because of copyrights...but if James doesn't want me hacking up his calendars he shouldn't sell them to me. tee hee

THANK YOU SO MUCH JANN...

Thank you to Jann of FOREVER JANN for this lovely award. Jann is just the best friend anyone could have. She is a beautiful and creative lady who spends her energies creating her unbelievably super fantastic blogs and her wonderful altered art. Check out her blog you'll love it!!

A LITTLE HALLOWEEN MADNESS...

Freaky art by Chris Mars

~

I ran across this freaky interpretation of Halloween it's wild and different so I wanted to share it with all my blog friends who know that wild and different is my thing. Keep the home cauldron bubbling babe Halloween is almost here.

PROOF OF MY INSANITY...

About a year or so ago I fell in love...right in the lighting aisle at Lowes. It was love at first sight with a Shoe Chandelier...just because it made me smile...and because it inspired me. Every time I went to Lowes (which is a lot) I would visit my shoe chandelier shake my head and say...YOU'RE NUTS. Well friends the temptation to see it everyday and make it what I wanted, was too much and I brought it home. When I opened the box it looked about like the top picture. Two days and seven bottles of paint later it is everything I knew it could be...and (bonus) it gives off so much light it is wonderful in my art room. And I don't worry about what people think when they see it because...they pretty much all know I'm crazy anyway.

P.S. Thanks to my dear, sweet, long suffering husband for hanging it up for me.

DON'T MAKE ME CALL OUT THE FLYING MONKEYS...

Are you a good witch...or a bad witch???

Which, witch will it be?

I've asked myself this question,

the answer's vague you see.

Am I a good witch...or bad witch,
no matter what my kids might say,

if I'm a good or bad witch

really depends on the day...

~

Just don't make me call out the flying monkeys!

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ADVENTURES OF ISABEL...

...Once in a night as black as pitch

Isabel met a wicked old witch.

The witches face was cross and wrinkled,

the witches gums with teeth were sprinkles.

Ho ho Isabel! the old witch crowed,

I'll turn you into an ugly old toad!

Isabel, Isabel didn't worry,

Isabel didn't scream or scurry,

She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,

But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.... by Ogden Nash

FALL IN LOVE WITH FALL...

One of the things I love best about fall, is my autumn yard babies, in all my favorite colors. The bees love them too.

SULAMITH WULFING ROCKS...

This painting by Sulamith Wulfing is one of my very dearest possessions. It was on a postcard I found it in the collage book store many years ago, but I could find out nothing about the artist, so I framed it and hung it on my wall...Enter the Internet and GOOGLE image (another great joy in my life) Imagine my delight when after decades I find a whole site dedicated to Sulamith and all her works. You will find many of them on a Slide at the bottom of my blog...ENJOY!

TRICK OR TREAT OCTOBER...

October's sky is black and filled with stars,

a Hunter moon rises full and bright over the pumpkin patch.

Cornstalks shiver and huddle together in bunches,

the scarecrow stands his guard alone.

Purple magic swirls through the night air,

fanned by the swish of a witches broom.

Jack-o-lanterns pier from porches with wicked leers,

while small goblins scurry round about

collecting candy and cackling with glee.

Trick or treat October, trick or treat?

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