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THE STILLNESS OF THE FIELDS OF GREEN GREEN GRASS THE ARTIST SITS
WITH BRUSHES AND PAINTS IN HAND,HE FIDGETS IN HIS CHAIR, HE STARTS TO PAINT WITH SWEEPING HANDS
EXCESSIVE STROKES TO HIS MASTER PIECE

WITH TREES IN THE DISTANCE THE BLUE SKIES ABOVE WITH SHADES OF LIGHT BLUE WITH DARKEND BLACK BLUE SKY
HE PAINTS, BUILDING UP HIS MASTER PIECE BIT BY BIT
SOFT FIELDS OF GREEN GREEN GRASS WITH HINTS OF YELLOW AND RED ROSES

THE INSECTS FLYING ABOVE THE RISING GRASS IN THE FOREGROUND HIS BOUNDRIES OF GREY AND SHINING WHITE STONE MARKING THE BOUNDRIES OF THE ARTIST TERRITORY THE MASTER WORKS HIS PIECE OF ART FROM WHICH HE CREATES ILLUSION FACT AND FICTION DRAWING HIS FOLLOWERS INTO HIS ART HIS DOMAIN

THE STONE WALLS MARKS HIS DOMAIN WHATS BEYOND HE CANT SEE FICTION HE MUST PAINT FOR THE ARTIST CAN NOT SEE, ILLUSUION HE CREATES FOR HIS MASTER PIECE, HE PAINTS WITH SUCH DELIGHT FULL COLOURS WITH BIRDS SINGING IN THE TREES BREAKING THE SILENCE ALL AROUND

THE PEACEFULLNESS OF THE LAND SCAPE THE SMALL HOUSES EMBEDDED INTO THE HILLS BEYOND FOR THEY ARE TINY SPECS DELIGHT FULL TO THE VIEWING EYES CAPTVATING ITS VIEWERS FOR ALL TO SEE

I
There is much beauty for all to see
With the eyes of faith and simplicity
For even the night flaunts its thrilling craft
With stars and scents and the breezy draught
II
The hills, the mountains and the gentle shower
The bowery green and the fragrant flower
In every space, around and beneath
The grandeur, resplendent, a legacy bequeath
III
And who could miss that most gentle art?
The innocent smile of the simply heart
And all around, subdued or just wild
The boundless mirth of a little child
IV
My heart takes flight when I would see
The impossible voyage of a honey bee
The soil knows how and when seeds should grow
The lightning, the thunder and the simple things we know
V
Yes, there is beauty in all we can see
Friendship and family and all we can be
There is sound and silence and music as well
Beauty is a language no words can compel
VI
Laughter is beautiful oh, what a sound
It raises the spirit, the soul is unbound
Happiness and love, the heart lingers near
Yes, there is beauty, most everywhere

She danced and wouldn't stop
Like a breeze keeps on blowing
A flower flutters like a heartbeat
She moved like a whirling top
Her feet just keeps on flowing
A native in cadance with a drumbeat
She lifted her soul to be caught
by the sunset soft and on glowing
A sacred dance never to complete

that bruised and contused
epidermis after a skirmish
bandaged and anti-somethinged
for whatever next is coming

that fleshed out scathe of
open wound from what was said
and the way the knife turned
as it quickly sliced out pride

some diligent nursing will
form some scars to cover
the vulnerability felt, raw
but too, will deaden the nerve

lord, to be like you
and forgive for what they do
defeathered and skinned
soul bared from within

thin skin or no skin
what matters most
is what's within
close to the bone
the marrow of the matter

© Goode Guy 2011-09-09

I am the land
The land is me
Together, we are

Mid-Summer's midday blaze,
slow burns a deep desert canyon.
Randomly seeded by giant's
carelessly tumbled boulders,
sentinels of a slender creek.

My tribe and I,
tree hugging outcasts,
peaceful pilgrims living freedom songs
we follow the hidden ways of water.

Soothing our hot-pepper feet
in the shock of shaded-iced pools.
Lift cool in cupped hands,
sip grateful shivers in the heat
while our toes gossip with God,
nudging him in languid syllables
'till silent stone lips spill grace.

Canyon's mouth yawns
on the meadow buzzing with bees,
thrumming with destiny.

Just go, I thought,
escape the logic of gravity
unencumbered visit the Queens,
rising, falling, hovering
in their alchemy.

The house is quiet and not a word of sound
the lights are dim and so peaceful to be
not heard in the night~~~~

When sitting and looking out the front window
you see a half of a moon, this is so crisp
and night is so calm so peaceful it is ~~~

thoughts running in my head to why I am up so
late of a night, try to sleep no way in
possible will this happen so soon~~~

windows are open and night is here so
wonder to what the night will be like
just sitting here watchng the stars
on a calm crisp night ~~~~~~
©breathless22

Sitting in my kitchen of the house on
a country hill side.
Cooking some eggs,bacon,toast and coffee.

The house is warm and country skillet is
being serve all nice and hot.
Coffee is brewing and sweet aroma it is.

The house sits all quiet and still but
it is the best place to get,
a good country breakfast.

This is why they call it home~~~~
©breathless22

Just like a tree has calm after the wind blows.It just waits until yet another wind to dance it's dance of joy.Never to complain about the amount of dance it must do, fast or slow it's willing to go.Because that tree knows that it's calm must come.Ever so fast it leaves may fall, well maybe it was all in the plan never knowing where their leaves may land. Ever so slow it's beauty is like magic to ones eyes.They flow back and forth never know what song will be next. That tree will dance it's dance knowing that it's calm must come.

Polynesian god of fertility, Tane
left lofty perch for earth as deign
gathered his subjects and did thus ordain
"we must sing to the heavens in sweet refrain"
"in hope for a blessing of desperate rain"
drought had plagued their grasses hain
fields now barren of vital grain
no bounty to fill and haul in wain
all earthly efforts done in vain
peasantry used all their strength to constrain
that human trait, the urge to complain
but was only hopeless, to hope to restrain
the crying out of voices in pain
man's limitations, Tane would not feign
on such parched, sad soil, could not remain
under dire circumstances, continued urbane
he returned on high to forever reign

in the first garden arose such pain
from Eve to Adam, to Abel from Cain
"sacrifice a lamb", God said, for to gain
in jealous rage, little brother was slain
his brother's keeper, Eden's bane
heaven's tears, earth's stain
cast out to roam upon the plain
and never a blessing from God obtain

there's a river in France, they call the Seine
fishermen fish for their fish with their seine
if their catch is poor, their spirit's wane
for soon hunger pangs drive them inane
they begin acting wildly insane
could wish clear thinking for their brain
since they and the fish are not to twain
go visit a diner and order chow mein

did you see the movie "Citizen Kane?"
or "Tarzan", brushing a lion's mane?
"Rosebud", the antithesis of Kane's vain
as "Boy" was the fruit of time lain with Jane
while Charles Foster would travel by train or by plane
would swing, "Lord of the Jungle," on a vinelike chain

to see a giant crane
clear a city street main
so that the water will drain,
or enjoy the image of a whooping crane
or a weather vane
along a country lane,
it's all in the same vein
you're really quite sane
be you Netherlands dane
or in Madrid Spain
for these visions you rein
cannot cause eye strain

I hope....