New paintings and regular art updates.
Fun with lamps.
Duplicated and turned
Hanging from the ceiling
Shining a light
On the crowded lounge
They move in the breeze
Floating in circles
Describing orbits
Random and round
Looking like a drum kit
Hanging up high.
Feathers in frost,
How crystals grow
Waving and curling
See the cold flow
Other designs
Jack Frost can draw
Painting his marks
They are sublime.
Sitting on the chair
He doesn’t have a care…
The cat stares
Not on the stairs
His little paws
And gentle claws.
Perched on the edge
He finds a ledge
To sit on
If he can fit on…
Posing
As he’s reposing.
Cat
Not fat
Sat!
Poised
I do like a nice cloud
Fluffy and full
Ready to rain
Ponds to fill still,
I like that cumulus
Or maybe a cirrus
Lenticular clouds
Spectacular layers.
Light shines through them
Illuminates your dreams
That silver lining
Will cheer you still.
Front paws on a chair
Back legs on a box
Sagging between
Or levitating above.
Comfy you say?
But what if he sleeps.
Will he fall off?
How can he stay.
Stuck on a space
That doesn’t support
While a foot away
A comfy sofa!
I hate game shows
Quiz shows
Ice skating shows.
I dislike celebrities
Making cakes
Making music
diving and dancing
I can’t stand
Pop idol
Big brother
Goggle box.
Am I alone?
I guess hate is wrong
The wrong word
But the TV is not always good
We are drowning in crud.
Tea for who?
Tea for you
With scones and jam
Or sandwich of ham?
Straight from the pot
It’s nice and hot
A fresh dark brew
Don’t let it stew!
Blue and white china
Nothing can be finer
From Stoke-on-Trent
To a friend, sent
A birthday gift
For them to lift
And then to pour
With milk and more.
Magenta or pink
What do you think?
A pompom dahlia
Beauty not failure
A garden delight
A lovely sight
Meditation in mauve?
I must be in love!
He couldn’t be more comfortable
Like a bug in a rug
A chick in a nest
A coiled warm snake
A dog in a vest
A bear in its den.
A goldfish in its bowl
A bee in its hive.
He’s happy to have his belly rubbed.
A comfort-cat enjoying life.
Great purrs-onality!
A lifetime of collection
A wide selection
Stacked in a case
Of wood, a place
To keep your mind
You thoughts find
Sections of thought
Over the years, you bought
But still despite it all
My grammar is still appall
ING!
Mallaband-Brown