Twisted photos

Posted on October 6, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Autumn, Colours, Flowers, Photos, Poem, Trentham, WaterLeave a comment

I’m at it again, can’t resist. Loving autumn colours, and autumn mist.

Spent the day shooting, not animals but flowers, its easy to play around in floral bowers.

The lakes a stunner, full of ducks and drakes, and the gardens cafe makes lovely cakes.

Swans are skulling slowly across the water, seeing them is awesome, they don’t falter.

So now it’s autumn, colds and chills await, winter is a coming, and the flowers fate.

Coming to the garden, death will take a ride, and the pretty flowers will have nowhere to hide.

So come and see the garden, come see the show. Before the autumn’s over, and it’s too cold to grow.

Yes then all will be compost, thrown away my dear, and we will have to wait again, at least till next year!

Here

Posted on October 4, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Doodles, Etruria, Fun, Poem, Poetry, SketchLeave a comment

Here I am again

Doodling little squares,

Trying to catch life in a box.

Here I sit with pen in hand,

Drawing the world

Squeezing reality into 2 dimensions.

Time pauses while I sketch,

Only to leap forward an hour

When… I. … look.. .. Up..

Here is life compressed,

Its size shrunk like a postage stamp

With the world drawn on it…..

Here is here at Etruria, here I sketch.

Spellchecker

Posted on October 1, 2018October 1, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Fun, Humour, Life, Poem, PoetryLeave a comment

A poem,
Spellchecker “grr”
Everyday I writ something or sharp a pic,
I write a comment , leave a thought, add a lick,
Common words flow out my head and onto the screen,
But off
Ten they are garbled by this spellchecker Mac him.
Machine, regime, bolemic screen….

Or “write” “share” “link” “often” “machine”

Patterns

Posted on September 30, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Acrylic on canvas, Colour, Design, Digital art, Painting, Pattern, Poem, Poetry, Rhyme4 Comments

Oh I love pattern and colour,

I love birds, flowers and trees,

Green men, phoenix, mythical beasts.

Who wants bland and boring?

Who wants pale and wan?

Why not get those colours

Under your skin.

Life is so exciting.

Life can be such fun.

If only we embrace it

Under the sun.

Never give me plain things

Always give me jazz

Living in a coloured land

Magic has begun.

Buses

Posted on September 23, 2018September 23, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged 2017, Buses, Gladstone, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Stoke-on trent4 Comments

I was looking at Facebook and this came up on my memories from a year ago. It seems like Gladstone has turned into an annual event. These photos were taken on my old phone but I think they came out OK.

Bus’s, bus, busses, buses,

Hiss of air brake, diesel drumming,

Sitting up top, out looking,

Running upstairs, keep on trucking,

Ding ding, we’re off

Charabang to the coast

Come look at me,

By the sea 🌊

Just a short trip up town

Buy a dressing gown.?

Memories of buses

Number 21

Conductor checks the ticket

Missed it, now its gone..

Fruit

Posted on September 22, 2018September 22, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Apple, Fruit, Garden, Grape, Lemon, Lime, Orange, Persimmon, PoemLeave a comment

Oh to be a happy pear,

Sitting on an old blue stair.

Or an apple with a smile,

Laughing and joking all the while.

What a jape

To be a grape.

And even when the sun don’t shine,

Have a drink with lots of lime.

Maybe even eat a lemon

And then again a small persimmon.

But never ever be an orange,

Cause there’s no rhyme to go with it!

Playing

Posted on September 22, 2018September 22, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Learn, Learning, Meditate, Poem, Poetry, Reflections, WritingLeave a comment

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Playing is learning

and learning if finding out-

How something works,

How far is infinite?

Do stars have names?

The stellar ones, not people.

Learning to live, love and be loved.

Playing is life before we know why.

Reflecting on what if, what is, why?

Give praise for play, and theatre, music

Give praise to be learners of law,

Have fun while you play,

While away the time

But

Stand firm when you have played and learnt.

Don’t lose your wish to learn more.

Keep in mind what went before,

And learn from what’s in store…

Weather

Posted on September 20, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Climate, Digital drawing, Hurricane, Poem, Poetry, Storm, Tornado, Typhoon, Weather4 Comments

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Storms and hooks of cloud.

Hurricanes and tornados, monsoon and typhoon?

The weather worsens and land is submerged.

Subsumed under water, pouring over ground.

The heat is rising, bubbling up.

Jet stream and Gulf stream, stream and steam.

Poor polar bear, starving now the sea is no longer ice.

Ship’s can sale through warm waters,

But is this good? No it cannot be,

The ocean and the sea,

Will rise above our heads if we don’t change.

Carbon dioxide expands, exhaled from life and oil.

Let us hope we can ride out the waves,

Let us survive and make amends.

Love the world, the Earth,

Do not love greed and money.

Look at me

Posted on September 16, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Digital doodle, Filters, Life, Poem, Poetry, SightLeave a comment

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Look into my eyes,

My big blue eyes,

See my mind,

Broken in two.

Feel my fear,

Feel my confusion,

Is my sight real,

Or is it a dream?

See my thoughts,

Hear my call,

Feel my mind,

Touch my life.

Give me peace,

Close my eyes,

Save my mind.

Let me free.

One day I will be free,

One day I will see.

Thistle do?

Posted on September 14, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Acrylic on canvas, Flower, Garden, Painting, Poem, Poetry, Thistle, WeedsLeave a comment

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Thistle, old flower,

Magenta and green,

Sharp and green,

Sparkling with spikes,

Shunning the soft,

Not needing likes,

But waiting to shed

Your seeds all around,

Soft thistledown

Work in progress on a painting of a thistle against old brickwork. It’s good how life can spring from cracks in the pavement or up from old guttering. The world tries to take over for our concrete and brick….

Thistles do remind me of punk and spikey hairdos!

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Poem