Street Dancing !

For today’s Poetics, I invite you to consider the visual art of Fernando Botero as an inspiration for your word-painting.

While searching the internet about this painter I came across this mural which is situated in Medellin Colombia as I have an Interest in Street Art I thought this fitting for my choice !

Street Dancing 

Placed in Fernandos town of birth 

A  reproduction of one of his painting full of mirth 

A couple larger than life 

Presumably a man and his wife 

Dancing with gay abandonment 

Overfed or very affluent, 

In today.s society 

This would surely be an impropriety, 

The couple would be stick thin, 

Airbrushed out all double chins, 

But would the world me amiss 

If as a painting this, we chose to dismiss, 

We'd miss out on the colour and  gaiety 

 The beauty of such immense booty!

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Bandit of Love

Bandit of Love 

Street art by Aida Gomez
 Berlin Germany 

The bandit of love 

will stamp on your feelings, 

He'll make your heart feel crushed, 

leave your senses reeling, 

He 'll charm you 

and speak in a soft serenade,

Promise you forever 

before he runs and throws a grenade, 

Blowing your world apart, 

while crushing your heart, 

Feelings become tangled and mangled, 

You feel physically restrained, strangled, 

You need to douse the lust, 

Relearn, live solo, adjust, 

Kill the fire!

 Feelings, emotions

 need changed, rewired, 

For the bandit of love has wheeled his art, 

Stamping,crushing and breaking your heart !  

Cool Mountain Cats ( Childs Lit )

Cool Mountain Cats 

Figures available at Woolpets


Conrad a crazy cool cat,
Thought he was so cool,
He'd race down a mountain,
Without going splat.

Chemmy the sno bunny
Offered him advice,
She told him to turn,
  Watch out for ice!

Conrad who always  knew better
Skied downhill straight
Down, down
He flew till it was too late!

Conrad the crazy cool cat,
Had not listen 
The mountain was icy and steep 
He landed at the bottom in a heap
A sore and meowing splat 
Conrad the embarrassed silly cat 

Chemmy the sno bunny, 
Snow plowed and turned,
Skied down and returned,
Again and again, 
She felt such a thrill
Conquering the hill! 


 So who was the coolest cat on the mountain 
That day ?

My Twitterverse

My Twitterverse 

I open up a window 

To write compose, create rhymes and prose,

Intentions all sincere but distractions loom 

My creativity is stumped not allowed to bloom

Twitter beckons me to interact 

I watch my stream and react 

I Tweet away until the early hours 

Time consumed, eaten away, quickly devoured

Face book has been opened up 

I have to sneak a peek at friends news 

Share my day and give my views 

I tap away for hours and hours 

Time consumed eaten away, quickly devoured .

Social media has becomes my obsession

Yet this is how the 21century is progressing 

I must learn, to adapt,to adjust 

Limited my time, exercise regularly a must 

Become more disciplined, creative 

Discover my  voice, a narrative

So I will work for hours and hours 

Time consumed as my imagination flowers. 

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Overload

Overload 

 Image from Street art utopia

BRAIN FULL !

READY TO BLOW !

Music piped into the air 

digital words everywhere 

 images bombarding my visual field 

emotions raw ,open revealed, 

woes building up and up 

irrationality bubbling 

about to erupt! 

Mentally craving the world to stop 

NOT to think!  NOT to stress !

NOT to put my core under duress! 

Just to block out all the noise

Reboot my brain and regain my poise, 

I take ten and go completely blank

To totally refresh my think tank ! 

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A Mothers Love

A Mothers Love 

I could never ever lose my way, 

On a damp,dark and dreary day, 

For my mothers always there with me 

In spirit, not solid or physically, 

She guides and mentors from above, 

Still caring and giving out her love, 

I see her in my minds eye, 

Hear her voice in my head, sweet as a lullaby, 

She rises high above the throng, 

Showing me the way so I don't go wrong, 

A mothers love never dies, 

It stays with you forever, grows and thrives, 

In your memory emblazoned for infinity, 

Your mother to you always your divinity! 

Submitted To : Bluebell Books Short Story Slam

The Takeover

The Takeover 

Banksy at Hastings Sussex

Commercialism has successfully overtaken religion, 

Tesco's populate every street 

A place to shop,quickly,for products so cheap,

Land and individuality devoured by huge cartels 

Whose only mantra's is to sell, sell,sell   

Sweet Sunday song very nearly banished, 

Buildings of worship abandoned, almost vanished, 

Children taught of envy and to adore, 

All their needs catered for at the superstore,

Brainwashed and needing things !

I want !I want is all they sing. 

In village's all over the place, 

Long family owned shops have boards across their faces, 

The fight to compete with the big boys, 

Losing hand over fist ,no longer able to employ 

The communities that were once their clients, 

The beat of the street now is eerily silent! 

So when Tesco's and the like ruin the land,

Any buildings of history will decay to sand, 

Kids will only have modern constructed monstrosities 

To fuel their imagination and curiosity, 

So simple pleasures and the past we should clarify

Love, peace, hope should be their lullaby!  

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