Waves of Tides

The marine world. A place beyond Man's eye
When life was free from Man's destructive way.
The waves of tides marked time with a soft sigh
In peace as oceans smiled, a perfect day.

The invasions came and seas were abused
A dumping ground for Man's poisonous hand.
Now oceans are dying, discarded and used
Joining the acrid existence of wasteland.

All life is transient, drifting towards death,
A journey to a place hidden from sight,
But without clean air there can be no breath,
No clarity as darkness consumes light.

As the seas demise and trees suffocate
The world lies murdered with no advocate.

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Exposed Senses

She wept as a bride sat on the edge of winds,
her senses raw to emotional dreams.
Her mouth quenched by bitter tragedy,
the sweetness of lemons would have kinder taste.
Her eyes see clearly the blurring figures,
illusions of reality quest in her mind.
The scent clouds of burning ice and fire,
tremble as she inhales in sobs of hunger.
Her fingers grip in futility of a gesture
grasping the strands of the nothing that remains.
The anguished screams making music in her ears
melodious cries formed in the heaving light.
Pubescent energies foretell of the will to be
in a world of contradiction and strife.
Entrapped by the senses and deprivation
a web of perception in fantasy's realm.

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Artwork: Aftermath

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Aftermath

After the war lands list lifeless and grey
The men return like melodic zombies.
Battle weary and beaten like dulled clay
All victims of conflicts between the Tshombes.

The women have no hope in their soulless eyes
Devoid of emotion, no will to care.
The cruel loyalty of endless sighs
As loved ones fail to appear, none will share.

A child in confusion is war's toll.
Father slain by a bullet, left to die.
Mother raped by grief, it's taken her soul.
Such anger breeds inside, the next war cry.

When will the lessons of peace be given
As anger for vengeance remains in mind.
The rage for war is endlessly driven.
Are we destined to remain always blind.

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What is an Image?

A moment of emotional instances of time
As complex or as simple as a brief thought.
Abstracts caught by poets making a rhyme
With a pen just as they were taught.
Surreal nature trapped by colour in paint
From artists who see with their inner eyes.
Photographs of the mind, intense or feint
They stay as a reminder as time flies.
Hold the moments that make those brief images
For when you take trips on past pilgrimages.

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Hell's Kitchen

In the kitchens of hell the oven hid,
Trembling with fear from the glowing furnace.
Anger and rage were brewing under war's lid
A storm stewing in the depths of darkness.

Sins so deadly combine inside the fire,
Avarice and envy sparing in flame.
Lust in confusion of a love's desire
Fingers pointing with no-one left to blame.

Over-indulgence pitted with hunger
Whilst fools laze in the comfort of false pride.
A world of vice left to the fear monger
And those with no care along for the ride.

Look beneath with thought pry under hell's lid
And see for your eyes why the oven hid.

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Artwork: Sailing Oceans

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Sailing Oceans

Remember how we fell in love, my dear,
As sailing oceans to New York last year.
While wearing a sombrero you asked me
To dance to love's song and melody.
The trip wasn't cheap but worth the hard grind
As love was a treasure, an unplanned find.
Dropping defences the walls of my heart
Sweet sugar cubed moments saved from the start.
Technology of e-mail send a word
Unspoken by voice forever heard.
Words of passion and full of deep meaning
Eyes now shaded by rose coloured screening.

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Word Bank: remember, grind, cheap, cube, New York, sombrero, technologu, drop, mean, ask

Artwork:Hymn to the Gods

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Hymn to the Gods

Forces of nature, hail to Thee,
From here on bended knee.
The Earth Mother graces us with life
To live free without strife.

The blessings surround us each day,
The tree spirits shelter our way.
The song of life is ours to dance
With passion and romance.

As our feet walk upon her soul
Let truth remain our goal.
In hope and faith let there be trust
The light of all life our lust.

So smile as you see Her and greet
The Earth sings 'Merry Meet'.
By the will of the gods ' Blessed Be'
With peace She lets us live free.

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Artwork: First Song

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First Song

Mary, Mary was quite contrary
With a garden all prim and proper.
No slugs or snails invaded,
Even greenfly came a cropper.

Pretty flowers all in a row,
No weeds to spoil the scene.
A garden that's simply idyllic,
A place of peace, so serene.

Tricks of the trade I think
Weed killer, slug pellets in a tub.
A carton of 'Miraclegro' too
So she could have the perfect shrub.

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artwork: Her Touch

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Her Touch

In upright, proud posture I stand tall
I hear her open the door then feel clear air
As her fingers grasp me firmly, she wants my all.
The electricity surges from her touch, given with care.

Gently she pushes, rocking me back and forth,
I suck in harder as the air rushes in.
The longing builds inside me with each swath
As I move in all directions, my head in a spin.

The energy hums from deep inside my core,
Her hand engaging my attention, relieving my stress.
The silence as I rest, fulfilled once more.
The vacuum cleaning done, her carpets clean and fresh.

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Word Bank: clean, engage, clear, posture, electric, push, rock, stress, rush, silence

POV: Vacuum cleaner

Artwork: Just a boy

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Just a Boy

Stood beneath the station clock I wait,
Make-up fixed as my nerves start to tremble.
Apprehension inside growing as I watch the gate
As the crowd for the next train assemble.

Eyes slowly move to the clock, quarter to eight.
I wonder if the ad in the paper was right,
And then hope that his train isn't too late.
The letters exchanged, yet still I feel this fright.

'Pull yourself together, girl, it's only a date!'
A brief hello at a nearby pizza bar.
The letters it seemed this was our fate,
He's just a boy, me a girl, we could go far.

Why worry if the need for love we sate?
Oh, why can't it be easy to find the perfect mate?

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

artwork for my heart draws a dream

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My Heart Draws A Dream

When you love me I feel alive,
Without you I could not survive.
You are my passion, basic instinct,
Every breath feels fresh and distinct

As your lips brush my ear
I lose the nightmares and fear.
A kiss, my mind lost in concious stream
The artist within sketches a dream.

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Artwork for let me in

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Let Me In

Fur wet and matted
From the incessant rain
His cry, a soulful 'meow'
'Let me in'

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Artwork for where it was dark

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Where It Was Dark

The lights of city life are drowning the stars
Endless droning from the slow moving cars
I long for the country, the song of the lark
Where silence reigned and it was dark.

The stars were alive with the radiance of day
As the owls called softly on the hunt for prey
Lost to the mayhem of city life
I want freedom from the rat-race and strife.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork for So Far From You

Oil on canvas: Jealousy by Brain Charnley

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So Far From You

The seas that ebb and flow between two hearts
That loved with passion, yet there lies a grudge.
The eyes of jade shine as envy imparts
Irrational thoughts like a subtle nudge.
No road or bridge can cross the growing gap
Built by the green eyed demon of jealous rage.
Bitter, twisted, love lies as useless scrap
As truth is not enough to turn the page.
The lack of trust has left nothing to save,
Our love has gone, lost to envy's desire.
I look at you, my eyes, empty, still crave.
Alas, your demon has slain my heart's fire.

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Art work for dead ends

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Dead Ends

The walls of thought are closing in my mind
There is no doorway out that I can find
I'm sealed in confusion like a trapped rat
No light to see as in darkness I'm sat
A dream of freedom brings a false message
I seek the answers, there is no passage
I cry in grief, then in frustration, shout
'Hide! Suicide is the only way out!'

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Prompt: Suicide is the only way out

     from: Suicide Solution by Ozzy Osbourne

       

The First Person

In my own way from where I stand
I see the light through glass
Above my desk, a brush in hand
I paint the view from class.

The trees all dressed in shades of fall
A leaf of red meets eye
As amber leaves in drifts now sprawl
My mind the first to sigh.

The winter's wind begins to blow
To bring the chilling hoar
So Mother Earth can rest in snow
The circle moves in lore.

As seasons bring the life of Earth
In nature's love is bound
A path to clarity from birth
The circle turns around.

My eye that sees from one lone leaf
Now paints a magic land
The mind that sees beyond the reef
Now guides the brush in hand.

My art my point of view reveals
Image from eye of I
The doorway of soul that conceals
The realms of mortal tie.

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The Flowers of Darkness

As dusk descends oblations bloom
In sacred room.
To gods of night,
For their delight.

The sweetest scents illuminate
The holy state
For us to see
The path to thee.

The flowers guide the Pagan child
With spirit wild
By lunar light
In sacred flight.

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Artwork for rainbow dreams

Background

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Rainbow Dreams

Crystal orbs lie shattered in dust,
As the cherubs of twilight pry
Angel eyes invade divine lust
In rainbow dreams the spirits scry.

Serene wings reflect metallic light,
Hazy sunsets devour the day
Expressions of dusk shimmer bright
In rainbow dreams the spirits scry.

Days fade to memories of sand
On the shores where ideas cry.
Mystics slumber within night's hand
In rainbow dreams the spirits scry.

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Artwork for Ballad of the Goddess

Main Image

Background

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Ballad of the Goddess

     She sings to me in silver tones

     She calls the merry tune

     The maidens dance before the crones

     To greet the rising moon.

 

The goddess grants me magic rite

Divine enchantress bring

The blessings forth in beams of light 

And shine upon my ring. 

 

     She sings to me in silver tones

     She calls the merry tune

     The maidens dance before the crones

     To greet the rising moon.

 

I cast the gifts of magic lore

Embrace your will and love

The Ancient ways from times before

Still form as peace above

 

     She sings to me in silver tones

     She calls the merry tune

     The maidens dance before the crones

     To greet the rising moon.

 

The way of crone, the aged and wise

Skyclad within the dune

My life is Hers in loving eyes

My Goddess is the moon 

 

     She sings to me in silver tones

     She calls the merry tune

     The maidens dance before the crones

     To greet the rising moon.

 

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