what

what to say of this painting,

a woman,

or young lady,

on her knees,

comforting either man,

or beast,

which,

 I am unsure.

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planets or candy

 traveling through space and time,

jaw breakers,

or planets,

I am never quite clear.

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a jungle

a jungle of flowers and weeds,

dreams of an orderly garden,

dying with the the illness inside.

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victorious

hands overhead,

celebrating her victory,

she with the pick of mates,

happy ever answer,

more a guarantee,

than a hope.

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Home

warm before any fires lit,

home,

a place now only in my memory,

but once upon a time,

a place my soul could sing,

while my Dad bitched about my loud music.

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toys

toys of childhood,

flow through my head,

leaving memories,

and touching emotions,

experienced so long ago.

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planets locked

the solar system,

locked in place,

secure,

and safe,

or that is what they would like us to believe.

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one handed

with one hand  behind his back,

he wants to fight,

I shake my head no,

and prepare for battle.

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Nightmares

dressed in robes,

the creatures return,

filling my dreams with dread,

and fear,

while I lay wondering which one am I.

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ribbons

ribbons bending this way and that,

colors of the rainbow,

and even more,

traveling through space and time.

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dutch maiden

maiden in the sky,

looking for cows to milk,

or fields to run through,

maiden in the sky.

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gifts asked

please Lord,

patience give to me,

or help remind me,

I can be a better man,

with you in me.

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sunflowers

sunflowers my favorite flower,

so beautiful,

like tiny suns,

spreading warmth and joy,

throughout the land.

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sunset

sunset for another day,

sailors delight,

or sailors take warning,

attitude as important as the saying.

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fruit

fruit so beautiful,

but look closer,

rotten inside,

the outside beauty,

but death lives inside.

skyscrappers

skyscrapers,

three in number,

rising up from the distance ground,

the earth a blanket of color.

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spider's web

a spider's web,

filled with faces and legs,

and aliens from another planet,

lets move on.

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diamonds

diamonds,

a blanket or quilt,

or maybe a table cloth,

diamonds seen,

unless these squares.

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faces painted

faces painted,

but not like clowns,

unless,

in the upper corner,

the joke hides,

in plain sight.

self portrait

old and gray,

I walk alone,

supported by a cane,

of wood,

a relative of Christ's cross.

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winds of spring

winds of spring,

created with all her strength,

and all her breath,

hoping,

fear will rekindle her glory.

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unknown

the painting created with paints remaining on the pallet,

unknown the concept,

abstract or real,

the paints all used.

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easter candy

old Easter candy,

uneaten,

jelly beans,

or plastic eggs,

anyone's guess,

though bright and spring like,

the colors.

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a flower

a single flower,

a beautiful red,

seems a miracle,

unreal and out of place,

in this ugly world,

of the plastic and man made.

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heretic or hypocrite

heretic or hypocrite,

when he preaches,

he seems to lie,

as if he lost his way,

in forests of knowledge,

dark and shady.

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astronauts

astronauts,

under water,

time is valuable,

if they are to live.

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winds

trapped in winds,

blowing for an eternity,

makes one feel old.

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fence

a fence or a cage,

whether on the inside or out,

the feeling,

unnerving,

freedom lost so easily.

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seen from above

viewed from above,

puffs of smoke,

or clouds,

funky and unreal,

unsure if reality warped,

or the mind confused.

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snow in april

snow in April,

doesn't seem right,

colors in conflict,

cold as ice.

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a prayer said

a prayer said,

wrapped in God's embrace,

grace and peace,

all around.

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planter on the porch

plant on the porch,

an expression of love,

and welcome,

hoping visitors see the beauty,

and feel the peace,

a plant can give.

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alive

a Roman statue come to life,

or maybe Greek,

an arm missing,

but not broken off,

otherwise,

no imperfections,

unlike you or me.

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Paddlefoot

Paddlefoot

a rough riding horse,

injured a leg as a colt,

a gait hard to get used to,

a good hearted horse,

but he loved to buck,

became a rodeo star,

at least in my dreams.

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puzzle pieces

the painting doesn't come together,

more a puzzle than work of art,

yet the concept was clear,

and the brush strokes true,

puzzling in every way.

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Cartoons

images of cartoons,

or faces of people,

with snakes ready to strike.

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mill at sunset

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the day almost over,

but the mill's work never done,

pumping cool water from the underground,

a servant of the creatures,

and a captive of the place.

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