Unemployed WeekOn Monday morningUnemployed Week by ~elheartista
I laugh at the world
On Monday evening
I laugh at myself
On Tuesday
I just do the reverse
On Wednesday
I ponder on the sense of it all
On Thursday
I cry...
But on Friday
I take pleasure
in all the little things
On Saturday
I rest
and drink from the water of life
Then finally, on Sunday
...I work!
| (None are mine.) I love all the ones I fave, however these appeal to me just a little more; thus, I want them where I can see them, and to show everyone which style of art and feelings they promote, are for one reason or another, closer to my heart. |
| (None are mine.) All of you are so wonderful! I love looking at these! |
| (None are mine.) This is about Still Life, whether traditional, digital, or photography. I love all forms of art, but Still Life appeals to me more. What does that say about me? Not sure. But should I ever learn to paint and draw as well as you, I would be so happy to do it in Still Life. |
| (None are mine.) I'm most fond of cats (raised many, none now), but also had dogs, birds, and horses. I like observing frogs and lizards and most all animals, including certain insects. And I enjoy seeing what you have photographed, drawn, or painted. |
1231.123 by *RainySkyz
We bounce off each other like air and water
light and fluffy as sunshine in a dark corner
fun and frolicking like cool foam upon hot sands
a pocket in the cold, a kiss on lonely hands
dimples in children's cheeks
hopscotch, Frisbee, dancing moonbeams
Dear, you make me smile
hours and hours,
laughing
happiness!
2.
We are like butter dripping from sunny containers
on our picnic blanket beneath the shade of a favorite tree
hearts beating as fast as hummingbirds in morning heat
the water of thirst,
food of starvation,
air lungs must love,
or death and sudden
We are two and one and all and more
oh so much more
We leak into
AwaitingCome home, my DearAwaiting by *RainySkyz
Turn the car around
Find me again as we were
in our happiest moments.
I throw my arms about the pain
and kiss and hug it from your brain
And you would poke a joke
at something so inane--
but for today and day before.
Such woe.
No more, heavy-heart, no more!
Come home, my treasured Confidant
Turn the car around in your head
And dream upon your bed
not so far... afar...
as I melt and sway
No man, now or then,
could take my breath away,
but you
my most cherished Friend
So, with or without a sound
please please turn the car around
And into dreams hug tight
throughout another dark and lonely night
Peace t
White With WeepingThe waves of remorse white with weepingWhite With Weeping by *RainySkyz
kiss her ankles and clutch her knees
fallen angels begging forgiveness
for sleeping with demons of the deep
letting her slip through their wings
into the mouth of hell
fallen angel, aye,
fallen herself
Abandoned, oh! sweet
Taken, the darling!
Forsaken, for want
For love, for scream
Broken in two
Washed into blue
Heart on the horizon
Flesh upon the shore
A death not worth dying
What for, What for?
She glides like downy feather upon silvery glass
hapless, hopeless, soulless lass
Eyes wide and full of sky
Tears frozen into stars
sparkling brilliant universe
once her heart
Born with
Pacing.I still love you.Pacing. by *RainySkyz
Don't worry.
It's a good love.
I need to give it to you.
It doesn't feel right when I can't.
It's like it starts pacing the floor of my heart,
looking for you,
wondering why you left,
where you went,
needing to find you
so it can hug you again.
Please come home.
Pacing.
Blink Of An EyeIt doesn't get better than thisBlink Of An Eye by *RainySkyz
Fast pace racer
Inside her old orange crate
Spinning rusty roller skates
Frayed splintered rope reining
With room in back for just one
But none filled the gap
Alone with goggles and cap
Fast flying, flying fast
Trees blur into one long zigzag
of flowery grass kaleidoscope
Jackrabbits leap into antelope
Ponies into cats
Dragons into sheep
Ground gives way beneath
Dust scatters, nothing matters
Down and down she soars
Pinafore rippling into stiff waterfalls
Scuffs flown far like flat furry crows
Too fast to see
Too fast to hear
Too fast to think
Too fast for tears
Too fast today
Too fast tomorrow
Too fast too fas
| 1976-2013. My poetry, usually free verse. And some prose that I'm not sure where else to place it. |
| My Art 1980 to-date. Never took lessons, self-training. I prefer working with pencils, pastels, chalk. I'm inept with traditional brushes; thus playing with digital ones. I'm lucky if I complete more than two works a year. There was a drought of about 15 years. It's very difficult for me. But I love it. |
Poor Little June BugPoor little June bug.Poor Little June Bug by *RainySkyz
I did not mean to be mean.
When a bug must die
I deliver a certain swift death.
I do not believe in suffering.
Not even of a poor little June bug.
So shiny, pretty, dark, and brown.
Hairy legs, kinked, walking slowly
along the rug's edge.
Until you saw gigantic me.
And froze with fear.
Poor little June bug,
I did not mean to be mean.
Had I known it was you,
I might have let you go.
But you were snooping my kitchen!
And course I thought you were sent
straight from the devil himself.
With a swift mad fist
I mashed part of your head
and captured you in a glass
and sat you on the counter
to observe in disgust.
And then wit
Gray NinjaRe: Pack of Russian Black Squirrels Kill/Eat Dog In ForestGray Ninja by *RainySkyz
After reading the above story quite a few years ago, I wasn't
certain that I believed what I had read nor what to think about the
whole event, other than it was rather unnerving.
And then a few days afterwards while sitting in the big chair in the
living room with little Umber, both of us basking in the
warm sunlight that was flooding through the unlocked patio screen
door . . .
something peculiar happened.
A big gray squirrel, with chest and leg muscles like that of a pro
wrestler, leapt off a tree, onto the fence, down onto the garbage
bin, t
| My short stories. Some are very old. Some whimsical. Many are emo or passionate. Hopefully at least one will entertain you. |
| 2011-2012. My Six Word Stories. Basically, they are a story written with no more than six words plus a title. I'm still trying to get the hang of it. I'm happy that my favorite "Writer's CPR" received a DLD. |
Oh well, I've moved up in the world for types of pcs and now extra ram in the old desktop... yadda. What I likes most of alls is that I actually KNOW WHAT to do when repairing and or rebuilding pc's. Woot! I will say I DISlike 8! 7 is ok. Vista sucked more than I realized. Egonomic keysboards suck. Wireless semi-ergo aren't too bad. But I'm so glad to have my old clicky-clacky IBM back!
I miss it, but happy not to be worrying over it now. Maybe someday in future we could try again. 
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