ART  and  POETRY  can take the

viewer/reader to the ultimate

height of emotions; through the

trivialties of day-to-day life;  or

overcome tragedies and carry

you to the top of personal

achievment; or carry you to

perfect peace and tranquility.

These arts relate to and compliment human natural desires.

  The landscape painting, without the presence of humans can create

tranquility, contentment, peace.

Add a cabin nestled in a spruce grove and a man splitting wood and the picture immediately  becomes

warm and  homey.

  Poetry alone  can let you look into the heart and soul of mankind's nature;  feel his pain;  his joy and his loves,  hates and his general way of life.

  Visual arts alone can tell a story within the picture; colors will set the mood and effect the viewers reaction ; can carry you off in imagination to distant shores.

   The marriage of these two powerfull arts give you the best of both.

The image for this gallery is   CANADIAN GEESE. These large distinctive geese are easily recognized by their mottled brown body and long black neck with it's white throat latch. It's deep  alto honk differs greatly in tone from other geese species. Nature has her perfect marriages too as these birds mate for life,  feed and migrate in family groups.

They have been seen in every  Province and State  on the North American continent.

PLEIN  AIR

There is a special feeling

Goes with plein air painting;

Watching as changing light appears;

Catching shadows before they disappear.

Don't let the sun leave you behind.

Landscape is a portrait of a place in time;

Catch all the highlights before they pass,

So to paint what you see, must be done fast,

And you will catch the diamonds on the way.

I cannot think of a finer way to spend a day.

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Title:  SIGNS  OF  SPRING

Artist:  Larry Seiler       www.larry seiler.com

LET  GO  WINTER

Winter months have been too long,

Slushy, muddy ruts hanging on,

Blue shadows on shrinking banks;

Beware!  March plays bad weather pranks

The pussy willows will come out first,

Swelling leaf buds ready to burst;

Soon we'll look for early crocus

And green again be the new focus.

The ice is gone from the lake,

Birds return and Spring will awake;

Beaver are busy on the ponds.

Winter, take your signs and be gone.

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Title:  DAY'S  END  over  SHELL  BEACH

Artist: Dolores Delgado     http:SiteKreator.com/doloresdelgado

OCEAN'S   SONG

Beyong the cove the sea runs fast,

Churned in turmoil by windy blasts,

Rushing,  rushing to meet the shore,

Rocks in shallows tame it's roar;

Calming and touches the shore at last.

Scalloped wavelets mold the shore sands,

Filling the shoreline with frothy fans,

Flowing forward in little dashes;

Slipping back in foamy splashes;

Each a piece of the symphony plan.

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Title:  SPRING  TIME

Photographer: B.James           www.ArtandPoetryGallery.com 

LEAFY    BUDS

New leafy buds are bursting out all over,

Each reaching fo the kiss of he morning sun,

And on the ridge, new sprouts of clover,

Crocuses and daffodils adding color fun.

The sweet smell of honeysuckle fills the air,

A carpet of green shoots beneath your feet;

Robins and wrens arriving in pairs;

A new babbling song down by the creek.

There are four new kittens in the loft;

White faced calves laying on the ridge;

Nests built strong and downy soft;

Ice floating beneath the  foot bridge.

Soon hanging baskets of florals new

Will decorate every porch and wall,

There will be blossoms of every hue;

Songbirds sending out musical calls.

So relax and enjoy the warming sun,

Take in every new sight and smell,

Look forward to time of summer fun,

Seasons come in turn; all is well.

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Title: SMALL  RIVER  NEAR  MY  VILLAGE

Artist: Nilantha Lokunr       www.artwanted.com/nilantha

SMALL   VOICES

Small river may have a small voice,

But where it runs is not by choice,

The land that is low

Controlls the flow,

And the little river runs on its way;

Babbling,   babbling night and day.

Across the meadow,  past the trees,

Caressed by sun,  rippled by breeze,

Over the rocks and little falls;

In shade through a glade.

Small rivers with small voices,

Their music is one for choices.

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OF  PYGMALION

and his Ivory  Statue      www.virtualmuseum.ca

PYGMALION'S   IVORY  MAIDEN

The  Sculptor Pygmalion was a lonely soul,

Longed for love; found local women foul,

And so from a flawless piece of ivory,

Created the ideal woman in sculptory,

It was a bold undertaking to create his goal.

He named the statue Galatea - sleeping love,

Adorned her with jewels;  his lovely dove,

His obsession with perfection a strife,

Begged Aphodite for a perfect wife,

So his obsession with the staue may dissolve.

But the maiden statue in ivory tones

Had a secret dream of her very own.

"My ivory heart lives in a cage of stone,

I have no heart,  no warm flesh,  no bone,

I long for the touch of my creator's hand,

But from a living life I am forever banned;

A lovely ivory form without love or home.

He touches me, adorns with jewels,  inside I tremble,

My fate through eons of time to erode and crumble,

I've no heart to beat; raindrop tears stain my cheek,

Never to be true woman; my destiny is but defeat,

Condemned without sin, such a fate is abominable."

Goddess Aphrodite heard the ivory maiden's cry,

Saw Pygmalion and Galatea sad, wishing to die,

So brought the maiden forth in real life,

Betrothed to Pygmalion as cherished bride,

Blessed the couple so in true love they can abide.

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Title:  APOLLO,   god of prophesy; art and music;

of healing and later with the sun as SOL.  He

was twin to Dianna,  the huntress; mated with

many women and a few men. It was dangerous

to reject Apollo's advances for his arrows could

start a plague.  www.pedia.org.com

ARCHAIC  TORSO  OF   APOLLO

We cannot know his legendary head

with eyes like ripening fruit.  And yet his torso

is still suffused with brilliance from inside,

like a lamp,  in which his gaze,  now turned to low,

gleams in all its power.  Otherwise

the curved breast could not dazzle you so,  nor could

a smile run through the placid hips and thighs

to the dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced

beneath the translucent cascade of no place

that does not see you. You must change your life.

...by Rainer Marie Rilke...

Title:  The  SOLO  BALLET  OF  A  LEAF

Artist:  Faye Facer       www.FacerArtStudio.com 

BALLET   IN   THE   WIND

The oak had shed it's autumn gown,

Colored foliage carpeted the ground,

Save one lone leaf with clinging stem.

Knowing the wind piper was paid

And in tutu of autumn shades -

Dancing a solo ballet - free and light,

Rehearsal for the 'command' flight,

Spinning, posing on toe

And pirouettes that glow,

Plie toe to toe and heels,

Perfect spiral wheel

So fast this ballet leaf flew

Prima ballerina on her debut.

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Title:   I  GET   THE   BLUES

Artist:  Marie  Green   http://www.mariegreen.id.au 

THE   BLUEST   OF   THE   BLUES

When the blue of the sky

and the blue of the ocean

melt into one deep shade,

you are seeing the bluest of the blues.

Blue is vital to  Nature's  palette

whether inland or at sea.

The blue gives us water and sky,

distance in the mountains,

bluebells and seashells in aquamaine.

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Title:  THE  VIOLIN

Artist: Michelle Snively-Jefferies     http://jefferies.myexpose.com 

VIOLIN   AND   BOW

We contemplate

the violin again -

its onerous familiar

impasse and sadistically

seductive lure: it lies

un-reassured,

upon its velvet shawl,

all involuted curve and line,

as if it were a verb

whose animating spine

was inaccessible to

any lexican or grammar

to which I, today, at any rate,

would seem to be inclined.

I'd like to take a hammer -

and - well - not really,

instead, we'll contemplate

and now. Tonight I am

to lead  a  section

of first violins

in Mozart bounce

and sway - allay

all fear;  let jaunty

little flicks and shoots

and arabesques

befriend a guest conductor's

hopeful ear.   Oh,  dear.

          ...by Guy Kettlehack...

Title:   iRISES

Artist:  Lillian   Bell        Use web site contact form

SPRING   COLORS

Jungle colors thrive where temperatures are torrid,

Brag of daintiness like that of the orchid,

But our hardy Iris,  harbinger of Spring,

Can rival the orchid in most everything.

Velvet petals in happy colors of blended hues,

Greet you in the morning with sparkling dew.

Each garden displays its own color chart,

Add a few butterflies with flitting darts,

Blossoms of deep maroon are born;

Mahogany,  purple and even orange.

Irises announce the arrival of spring,

With colors that make the viewer's heart sing.

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Title:  SECOND   ETUDE

Artist: Ilyas Phaizulline      http://www.painterilya.com

WITHIN   A   LIFETIME

In the course of one's lifetime

There are many things one must endure,

When common sense must rule

And  emotions must be kept in check.

In the course of one's lifetime

Expect to have times of loss,

It may be only material things,

Can be of the family tree.

In the course of one's lifetime

There will be times of great joy,

Happiness that lifts the soul

And you'll laugh and smile all day.

In the course of one's lifetime

Expect to handle these ups and downs;

The ying and yang; the good and bad;

You have to learn to cope.

In the ourse of a life time,

Each must face these trials alone,

Whether in meditation or prayer,

Let it be the thing for you that heals.

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Title: Forged Steel Decorative Bowl

Artist/Blacksmith:  Andrew K. Gott

Contact:  http://www.agott.com

BOWL  OF  STEEL

Cut round like a wheel

selected sheet of steel,

Fire the forge,

pump the bellows;

Place on heated coal bed

until it turns cherry red.

Using long tongs

place upon the anvil.

Tap - tap - tap: tiny sparks,

tap and bend into the warp.

Art in the blacksmith's hand

creates the clients demand.

A hand shake deal

makes a bowl of steel.

An ornament to grace the table,

Payable hobby if you're able.

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Title:   GREEN   CREEK

Artist:  Faye  Facer      www.FacerArtStudio.com

FOREVER   GREEN

Now the Irish claim to have forty shades of green,

And that they are the only land where  all shades are seen.

Canada shares the temperate zone with the shamrock land;

Now I live there and have seen all forty shades first hand.

And ye from the Auld Sod don't need to bother or fret.

For my Celtic kin transported all forty shades - you bet!!

Carried in a sealed and water proof packet

And pinned into a good work shirt pocket,

Brought here to the new and promised land

To assure it would be - 'forty green and grand'.

                                   ...Brian James O'Toole...

Title:  LOST  IN  LIGHT

Artist: Byron Pickering       hpp://www.pickering studio.com

SEA   PAINTERS

Davey Jones has a school of mermaids,

Sea painters: marine scenes their trade.

Fish give them fins for their brushes

To capture the splendor of dawns blushes;

From coral reefs comes a palette of hues;

Seaweed and turtles send other clues.

They assemble scenes of reference with care,

Then off to Byron and it's sent with a dare.

Soon on canvas and with careful scrutiny

He paints 'Lost in Light' for posterity.

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Title:  FIREBOAT

Artist:  Bill Guffey     http://www.bnguffey.com/forum

HARBOUR  FIREBOAT

The fireboat is  highly specialized watercraft,

Oft' resembles a rug boat with pumps and nozzles,

Designed for fighting shoreline and shipboard fires,

Works in shallow waters as needs little draft.

With access to unlimited supply of water

They are ideal for fires at shoreline and docks;

To rescue pleasure boats,  leaksy and swamped,

For surface rescue,  they are the masters.

The call can be a surfer swept out to sea;

Or a loaded freighter with fire in her belly.

One can never know what to expect,

Just always stay ready; what comes will be.

The highly trained crew fights its fires from afloat,

While others handly blazes upon the land.

Both crews know their jobs and they do it well;

Heroes of turf and surf;  what more can be wrote.

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Title:  OPEN  SEA

Artist:   Nusret Topuzogu    http://nusrettopuzoglu.blogspot.com

WORKING   TRAWLERS

Trawlers are working ships and as progress grows

Went from sails to steam to diesel and now turbos.

She will ride the oceans stormy dips;

May work in solo or with a sister ship.

Sweeping arms capture the catch that fills the hold,

And there's no slacking off be it hot or cold.

They challenge what comes;  swells and surge

And defy the big ones that threaten to purge.

Her crew, a hardy bunch cured by wind and salt,

In the run of a school there's no time for a halt.

Some harrowing tales have often been told

When skilled hands need be brave and bold.

On storm rocked ship;  rogue waves be damned

And take a see-saw ride on a yardarm jammed,

One mistake and you may pay the final debt

All gear must function for a successful catch.

With leathered faces and calloused hands,

Capable of meeting what the job demands.

It's a share the work and share the spoils,

A percentage contracted so there are no foils.

Captain and owners of course cream the top,

But all get their allotted share of the crop.

In seas calm or rough - 'jockeys of the Sea'

Who ride the waves in a life that is free.

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Title:  YOSEMITE  WAR  PARTY

Artist:  David  Ewart       www.ArtWanted.com/davidewart 

SUNSHINE  TRIBES  OF  YOSEMITE

The Great Spirit led the Yosemite away from the great flood

To this land where there is worm sunshine wherever a man stood.

Here they settled in a new life in a new future,

Great changes for these people of gentle nature,

 And they flourished and grew in this new life,

Times were peaceful; was a life without strife.

They traded with Paiute for salt as done in the past,

And for arrow heads, absidian - a volcanic glass,

The land was plentiful and provided their every need

Free to practice  secret rituals, pledges and creeds.

O'r many seasons of moons, time on this their land,

They prospered in plenty as the Great Spirit planned.

Clashes of war could be fierce but were few and rare,

Trading was much easier and surely more fair.

Whites brought changes;  not like Yosemite ways,

Of course, some younger ones were swayed

And tried their darndest to live like the whites,

Inevitably, some things were not always right.

The Yosemite still live in the land of the sun,

Fewer in  number when they made the last run,

Those left have kept their secrets tight,

And they are still not always treated right.

But time has moved on; the Yosemite too,

Lost some of the old, took some of the new,

But in their hearts lives an ancient beat,

For the dreams of old; some secrets tthey keep.

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Title:   Beauty Amidst Ugly

Sculptor/Photographer/Artist:  Robert stagemyer

http://www.villageartgallery.com

I saw this amazing, beautiful little flower in a parking lot one night while walking with my buddy

Sugarbear (cat). I went back the next day to get some photos, and was inspired to write

this poem. RWS

IF

Surrounded by dark and ugly asphalt in a parking lot you bloom,  precious little flower.

Delicate petals wearing beads of rain.  I am awed by your beauty and humbled by your power.

IF  you can,  in this unforgiving place,  survive in your quiet pose for a day or even an hour,

Then I can too,  be more like you,  and have the strength and the will of a tiny flower.

                                                                                 .....Robert Stagemyer.....