Art Poems
Exploitation of The Artists Work
by Ian McClearyI came upon an article from Feb 2023 about the Joan Mitchell Foundation calling for Louis Vuitton to stop using her paintings in their handbag commerical. The artists work is often exploited by those who have little appreciation for what they do. This is just one of the many examples of that. Most people would see this as good exposure for her, they cannot understand how personal a work of art can be for someone. It's not something you can just give away like that. Sometimes obscurity has it's advantages.
Continue readingExploitation of Art
by Ian McClearyI came upon an article from Feb 2023 about the Joan Mitchell Foundation calling for Louis Vuitton to stop using her paintings in their handbag commerical. The artists work is often exploited by those who have little appreciation for what they do. This is just one of the many examples of that. Most people would see this as good exposure for her, they cannot understand how personal a work of art can be for someone. It's not something you can just give away like that. Sometimes obscurity has it's advantages.
Continue readingThe knowledge of the heart - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
In the quiet chambers, where the soul resides, There lies a sacred wisdom, where true knowledge hides. Beyond the realms of logic, beyond the mind's vast art, There blooms a deeper knowing, the knowledge of the heart.
It whispers in the silence, in the spaces in between, In moments soft and tender, in visions deeply seen. It's felt in every heartbeat, in the rhythm of life's song, A truth that's pure and timeless, where hearts forever long.
This knowledge needs no language, no words to understand, It's written in the actions, in the touch of a loving hand. It sees beyond the surface, to the essence deep inside, A bridge that spans the distance, where souls can safely hide.
For in the heart's own knowing, there's a wisdom vast and true, A guide through all the shadows, a light in every hue. It teaches us compassion, to see with loving eyes, The beauty in each moment, where grace and wonder lie.
So trust the heart's own wisdom, let its knowledge be your guide, In every step you take, in every tear you've cried. For in the heart's own keeping, there's a wisdom pure and bright, A path to deeper meaning, where day transforms to night.
The secret of heart - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
In the quiet chambers, where the soul resides, There lies a sacred wisdom, where true knowledge hides. Beyond the realms of logic, beyond the mind's vast art, There blooms a deeper knowing, the knowledge of the heart.
It whispers in the silence, in the spaces in between, In moments soft and tender, in visions deeply seen. It's felt in every heartbeat, in the rhythm of life's song, A truth that's pure and timeless, where hearts forever long.
This knowledge needs no language, no words to understand, It's written in the actions, in the touch of a loving hand. It sees beyond the surface, to the essence deep inside, A bridge that spans the distance, where souls can safely hide.
For in the heart's own knowing, there's a wisdom vast and true, A guide through all the shadows, a light in every hue. It teaches us compassion, to see with loving eyes, The beauty in each moment, where grace and wonder lie.
So trust the heart's own wisdom, let its knowledge be your guide, In every step you take, in every tear you've cried. For in the heart's own keeping, there's a wisdom pure and bright, A path to deeper meaning, where day transforms to night.
Very
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a busy and active person, who loved to savor life.
I was also amiable and friendly, avoiding excess strife.
Like the glad golden sun, ever beaming blissful radiance,
Indeed drawing all others, with its cheerful brilliance.
My eager interests were many, as numerous as my friends,
As stars cluster together, in the night that never ends!
My loves were passionate ones, in the way of deeper joys,
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The secret of heart - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
In the quiet chambers, where the soul resides, There lies a sacred wisdom, where true knowledge hides. Beyond the realms of logic, beyond the mind's vast art, There blooms a deeper knowing, the knowledge of the heart.
It whispers in the silence, in the spaces in between, In moments soft and tender, in visions deeply seen. It's felt in every heartbeat, in the rhythm of life's song, A truth that's pure and timeless, where hearts forever long.
This knowledge needs no language, no words to understand, It's written in the actions, in the touch of a loving hand. It sees beyond the surface, to the essence deep inside, A bridge that spans the distance, where souls can safely hide.
For in the heart's own knowing, there's a wisdom vast and true, A guide through all the shadows, a light in every hue. It teaches us compassion, to see with loving eyes, The beauty in each moment, where grace and wonder lie.
So trust the heart's own wisdom, let its knowledge be your guide, In every step you take, in every tear you've cried. For in the heart's own keeping, there's a wisdom pure and bright, A path to deeper meaning, where day transforms to night.
The knowledge of the heart - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
In the quiet chambers, where the soul resides, There lies a sacred wisdom, where true knowledge hides. Beyond the realms of logic, beyond the mind's vast art, There blooms a deeper knowing, the knowledge of the heart.
It whispers in the silence, in the spaces in between, In moments soft and tender, in visions deeply seen. It's felt in every heartbeat, in the rhythm of life's song, A truth that's pure and timeless, where hearts forever long.
This knowledge needs no language, no words to understand, It's written in the actions, in the touch of a loving hand. It sees beyond the surface, to the essence deep inside, A bridge that spans the distance, where souls can safely hide.
For in the heart's own knowing, there's a wisdom vast and true, A guide through all the shadows, a light in every hue. It teaches us compassion, to see with loving eyes, The beauty in each moment, where grace and wonder lie.
So trust the heart's own wisdom, let its knowledge be your guide, In every step you take, in every tear you've cried. For in the heart's own keeping, there's a wisdom pure and bright, A path to deeper meaning, where day transforms to night.
fallen [-----]
by e. m.
To think that this pain became nourishment.
They drink it up, you see them.
Fertilizer for the future
waiting under the oaks that grow from our eyes.
Our stories become theirs, taken by time, and then taken again, but no, not writ in the stars.
We wait in the soil while they rise to a world of their own choice.
To think that we, who created so many, do not choose our own end.
Fated to trip on a fell tree, destined to die alone in a shrouded cloak?
Our breath brought unity and hope
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heartbeat.
by e. m.
Away, avast.
We stand on the sidelines to watch.
We fight in the battle, too.
But we split apart, save ourselves
with a tourniquet of paper.
You, the stream, that threads through their fingers.
The darkness in your eyes
It bleeds into the cloth
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Pablo Picasso the genius
by Mario Odekerken
A pencil in the hands of a genius,
lines flowing like thoughts untamed,
each stroke a glimpse into the soul,
shattering forms, embracing chaos.
Colors collide in vibrant disarray,
faces fractured, yet profoundly whole,
a dance of perception,
revealing truths beneath the surface.
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