Winged, Poetry & Art Photo's for Tuesday, February 17, 2009

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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Money, grammar and endless love...

The Birth of Venus My brain has been working overtime, thinking about money, grammar and lost love, what shoes I should wear, how to eat and how much not, I don't know what I'll do, if my Yorkie won't stop barking, soon, I drag my tired brain, from place to place, dreaming about justice and... Sign in to see full entry.

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The little boy and his first dirty word

This one of my sculptures. tore at the sweet meat of his brain repeatedly and awkwardly like a young vulture snaring a tiny rabbit he was hungry and knew not else his first dirty word was beckoning him, he waited patiently, when early manhood calls, he must be ready. Sign in to see full entry.

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Born again with each new season...

I open the windows and tear the dirty plastic away, I let the sun in... Each summer is like a rebirth for my soul, a new book to write, a new movie to enjoy. Soon my poems will blossom while birds outside my window are singing hysterically from their meal time choices, I'll watch the trees change... Sign in to see full entry.

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Reading Picasso...

Three Women and a Turtle by Picasso *Three women and turtle by Picasso He was was born in Spain, the son of a painter and teacher of art, he was astonishingly prolific moving on to Paris, as a theater designer, draftsman and sculptor, he was believed to be the greatest printmaker of the 20th... Sign in to see full entry.

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Blindness is not always a handicap...

Of His Blindness John Milton (1608-1674) Hermes standing and waiting. When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true... Sign in to see full entry.

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