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my daughter’s nails, her mother’s thoughts…(usually after reading the morning paper)

Britcom conversation

Sometimes it’s nice to lighten up and relax especially sailing into a cool weekend. No heavy thinking, writing or mind stomping. I don’t know about you, but watching an old Britcom while pushing on a damn elliptical that resembles Satan with exceptionally long black twisting horns does a heart glad. I’d like to share a few humorous lines I enjoyed this morning while sweating. In the situation comedy Keeping Up Appearances (Season 1, Episode 7) two married characters are having a conversation in bed.

Daisy- “We hardly have any conversation these days. Even when we make love you rarely speak to me, especially when we make love you rarely speak to me.”

Onslow- “You think doing two things at once is a formula for success?”

Daisy- “It’s just, at times like that, a woman likes a little confirmation that there’s actually somebody there.”

Onslow- “It’s that memorable is it?”

Two Head

a silly graphic from last year-thank you

since 9/11

“A husband and father, as he did every morning, kissing his wife and daughter before driving to Rescue 1’s firehouse on West 53rd Street in Manhattan. And his unusual decision to stop as he walked to his van on Sept. 11, 2001, and return to kiss them one more time.”

“I’m saying to myself, he survived. He was a Marine, he was a Boy Scout (and) he was a rescue guy,” Tillie Geidel said. “If anybody could survive, he could survive.”
– Leonard Sparks for the Times Herald-Record, September 11, 2016
Gary Geidelportrait of Gary Geidel, Rescue 1 – painted this for his mom in 2001

it’s never perfect

out of body
experienced
feet in the clouds
head below the rest
not moving forward
but losing no ground
heart and soul
right now
a keyboard duet
for an invisible piano
will be studious again
at rock bottom
where the colored paper plays
the pencils swirl
and the brushes sweep into dance
the melody heard
by intruments
not requiring perfect circumstances
they know life
is never perfect
even at its most musical
guitar man

world weary

too late?
are we way past cynical
world weary is that the label
tightly sewn on earth’s lapel
and to the inside of our skin
are we world weary
tired of being soft and forgiving
is hard and loud the only way
to seek gratification and make noise
what happened to the little kindnesses
that made the world
feel like warm slippers after a cool rain

Earth's Angel

Earth’s Angel

art previously published

See my ROAR, Hear my PEN, Taste my ART

what is it we are trying to earn
what is it we want to hear
emphatically
with the heart of a child
and the head of an adult
what is the purpose
of
placing our raw insides
on fleeting outsides

is it for others to appreciate
what we’re trying to say
or are we desperate to hear
what we wish they would tell us

please
see my ROAR
hear my PEN
taste my ART

won’t you

homage to Moreau

homage to Moreau

art previously published
she’s certainly screaming for attention in all kinds of ways😉

The Colors of Humanity

Imagine our earth a giant color wheel
each of us a gorgeous dot of pigment
equal reds, equal greens, all colors equal

but we humans don’t think in terms of equal
quite as much as we should
we are alike
but ‘enjoy’ thinking otherwise
we tend to shove one another around
crash head to head
  we cancel each other out
and become void
we choose to destroy our brilliance


yet
if we agreed

equal to be equal
equal reds, equal greens
if we learned to stand
side by side
what beauty there would be

on the color wheel they call this complimenting
on the earth we’d call it peace
parrotI can’t think of a more beautiful, earthly color coexistent than a parrot
parrot in Prisma pencil done around 2002

opposing colors on the color wheel are called complimentary because when placed side by side they brighten, when these same colors are mixed in equal measure, they create a neutral or gray

the other side of the rainbow

“we’ll find a way of forgiving”
is this true
wouldn’t that be beautiful
not to end
in hatred
but to persevere
in love
“somewhere over the rainbow”
because we can’t stay on this side anymore
we learn to cherish

internal not eternal beauty
of children
of people
of humanity
that rainbow keeps looking better
on the other side
green lush, pure blue

conflicts end with handshakes
not burning holes
what color there would be
what a brilliant world we could live in
we’re but one side away
if only

SImon Says Peace

Simon Says Peace

Created last year for a dear blogger friend–Simon Tocclo, a man of action trying to affect genuine change in Liberia. Among his many social platforms, Simon can also be found through his blog, Liberian Me

“We’ll find a way of forgiving,” borrowed from, West Side Story
“Somewhere over the rainbow,” borrowed from, The Wizard of Oz

never leave lizzy alone

the family left me alone today
with my head
and my thoughts
a dangerous thing to do
the pencils have begun talking
again
they say they don’t like being used
not one bit
I’m clever and tell them, I don’t like being used either
they tell me they’re tired of being lead
I respond, then don’t follow
they moan my hold is too tight
I promise to loosen my grip

the pencils whine
they hate always being number two
I tell them this conversation is beginning to dull me
then I start shoving their heads into the sharpener
assuring each –
don’t worry pencils,
we all shrink over time

I cackle aloud
never leave Lizzy alone
never…
lizzy alonequickie sketch, Lizzi Lizzard, created with sharpened #2 – not worth bringing to color though…it’s a start…

life is a line

we sometimes spend our lives concerned over –
being first on line
choosing the right path
towing the line
being offline
being online
going down the wrong road
border lines
bylines
lineups
crossing the line
traffic lines
skylines
tree lines
the waterline
the shoreline
outlines
tan lines
following dotted lines
our waistlines
defense lines
taking the shortest line
getting wires crossed or knotted up
sniffing lines
hem lines
panty lines
firing lines
signing on the line
communication lines
wrinkle lines
writing lines
lines of demarcation
timelines
fault lines
waiting in line
making headlines, avoiding them
picket lines
yellow lines
assembly lines
coloring in the lines
cutting on the lines
perfect lines
making beelines
memorizing lines
first lines
last lines
stepping out of line
lining up
drawing lines in the sand
pickup lines
party lines
lines of crap
a line of bullshit
lifelines…
the only line missing
is the only line that matters
it is the line cut into our flesh upon conception
the thin, supple line that separates our life from our death

there is a line.
walk it well
cycleLife Cycle, acrylic on paper painted thirty years prior