Art~Whimsically Yours

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April 16, 2025 bout Dat thing called love (1)
by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Dreams are cinemas we visit
Fantastic movies in our mind
You are my sweetest dream
you are the dream I'll keep
forever and a day
awake and when I sleep
.
bout Dat thing called love
that you are offering me
It's all I'm dreaming of
cause it can set our souls free
but Igot to be sure
bout Dat thing called love
is placebo or a cure
for us both being lonely
and as much as I want to
have you next to me
love has hurt me
before so badly
I don`t want your sweet
love to end badly
Why don't you give me a kiss
and let it linger a while
let your lips offer
what I've missed
let your warmth bring me a smile
Cause I want to go
to that place called forever
and spend all my time
with you far from nevers
IfI can't get over you
that's all that I need
cause over is a place
I never want to go
I want our love to succeed
I want us both to proceed
Like a king and a queen
sharing only sweet love
with no pain in between
So be patient with me baby
bout Dat thing called love
guide me gently to your paradise
please don't push and don't shove
bout dat thing called love
And I will always be yours
an our love will remain pure
untainted by lust
baptized in our trust
long after we both are dust
So excuse me if if feels Like
I am making a fuss
I want us both to be happy
bout Dat thing called lovel
that you are offering me
It's all I'm dreaming of
cause it can set our souls free
and I'm the happiest man
that ever walked the earth
let's breathe deeply and savor
our love in it's birth
and watch it grow beyond measure
into such a rare treasure
that folks will see us and know
bout dat thing they call love
all folks will see us and know
bout Dat thing they call love
...more
4min
April 16, 2025 Hearts Beat but shouldn't be beaten
by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Hearts Beat but shouldn't be beaten
by cruel words or false promises
hearts soar, but shouldn't be crippled
by the cut of shoulder
blades making thier exit
A heart is a fragile thing
like a tiny bird
cradled in the hand of a Gorilla
it can be crushed beyond repair.
In the hands of men and women
who are far more tender sadly
hearts can also be broken
every heart carries
the scars from such
pummeling in the name
of loves that
wither and die far too early
unfaithfulness is toxic
to a loving heart
it tears the muscles
by the very act of pulling away
from the lust and attention that it was denied
for another heart also cheated on.
Divorce is starvation of a heart once full
One can watch both hearts grow anorexic
becoming like raisins to
the thoughts of any future love
Separation allows two to
take some time to reconsider
when love at its finest
became like a chainsaw
tearing through what
were buttered promises
with vicious teeth severing
two hearts for too long.
the lack of sex and desire by
one partner to another
does not come from the heart itself
but from other parts denied and
yet it hardens the heart
by the sheer rejection
of the flesh of two that once were one
Walk carefully in the
chambers of another's heart
It can be your palace
or a wretched hovel
where doors slam forever
and all that will be left
will be the graffiti of your grief
scribbled on the walls
of your own heart.
Hearts are akin to
Siamese twins and the separation
of such is incredibly painful leaving an
emptiness at your side
that will shadow and haunt your soul
until you draw your last breath
though there are valid reasons
for to hearts to part
it is a critical surgery that
comes with many complications
be sure that there is no
other way to heal the breech that
has wounded his or her heart
and then wield that scalpel carefully
Cut out only the remnants
of what you alone find cancerous
and leave the rest for
other love's to abide in
this is the act of granting
mercy for what you both once knew
...more
4min
April 16, 2025 I stumbled on a time machine
By-Matthew F. Blowers III
I stumbled on a time machine
that could only visit futures
its buttons for the past were broke
by another klutzy user
who probably got eaten by
some raptors on a tear
or wound up with some ancient tribe'
minus his scalp and hair
It was hidden in a shallow cave
emitting a weak signal
on an mountain uninhabited
the controls looked rather simple,
So I set the dials to take me too
a place no one had been
at least within my present time
to the year marked 3010
My flesh evaporated
all my brain waves were truncated
into microscopic particles
that were encapsulated
in a basketball sized silver orb
inside it's shell I waited
to reach the time I'd slated
where I'd be reanimated
I woke up in that same place
in that cavern's shallow cleft
next to that cobwebbed time machine
that future folks had left
Then I heard an awful wailing
and the sounds of flesh limbs scaling
up the rocks to where I' d landed
and I knew I should be bailing.
but my curiosity of course
it got the best of me
so I peeked around the cave
and saw a monstrous human sea.
stretching miles across the earth
to every viewed horizon
its victims of some holocaust
got wind of my arriving
pipe cleaner thin their arms and legs
attached to bellies bloated
crawled up to find salvation
but the screams that they emoted
stood all the hairs up on my neck
before they took my time machine
and lef me out, not in it.
Starvation had emasculated
their overpopulation
and left an earth without an inch
Their faces filled with rage to see
of space for their stagnation
my healthier condition
demanded to know how I came
to view their perdition
bony fingers clawed against my feet
with no time left to spare.
so I set the dials for yesterday
and quickly fled from there
My silver sphere was kicked as it
flew from their histories pages
and it jiggled all the settings made
and changed my time zone gauges
I wound up in that mountain pass
near my spheres terrible crash
in the same damn place that I had left
with in that shallow cleft
back in 1847 with a group of pioneers
all looking at me weird
with a very hungry leer
My time machine was broken
and I had no way to flee
and the Donner party
soon would make
a fine meal out of me..
So if you find a time machine
remember my cruel fate
then bury it beneath some rocks
and don't dare activate
what very well could be the end
OF ALL YOUR FUTURE DATES
...more
4min
April 15, 2025 It’s a sun brightened morning (1)
by-Matthew F. Blowers III
It’s a sun brightened morning
the night chill’s finally warming
and the birds are all horning in
with their melodies
as if their bird brains
are filled up with pure jealousy
because they can’t sing like me.
As I play my guitar and
my voice is exploring
lyrics that fit to
my latest outpouring
Then a chipmunk pops up
to see what’s going on
cause the world
was so peaceful
since he woke up at dawn
and he squats and he listens
for a moment or two
so I throw him a cheeto
and he squats and he chews
for what seems like long, hours
cause that cheetos so "BIG!"
then he dashes away
to perch high on a twig
sitting up in a cheap seats
far from my latest gig
"Go Fig!"
I do most of my writing when
I’m enjoying nature
it’s beauty and fresh air
help me much when I labor
to blend words with the notes
in a way that is pleasant
although it’s not made me rich
as I 'm still a poor peasant.
But I entertain birds and
I make chipmunks happy
until something big occurs
and I win my first grammy
then I’ll raise up a monument
near my deck where it’s grassy
perhaps a marble bird bath
for the birds, nothing flashy
with a cheeto dispenser
at the bottom to please
My furry, little friend
who comes to visit me.
And a plaque at
he base that
gives thanks to
the creatures
who were there
when I’d written
my chart topping feature...
though I don’t expect
this will be my latest hit
though It’s cute and it’s funny
and it holds some great wit….
But my soul doesn’t care
I just like sitting there
making music from nothing
in my plastic lawn chair
with all my work for the birds
and a cute chipmunk's stare.
I'm not really bothered
by the bird's jealousy
as I'm munching on Cheeto's
and trying to be
a Rock Star someday
going down in history
and sipping my coffee
on a sun brightened morning
and the birds are all horning
in with their melodies
as if their bird brains
are filled up with pure jealousies
because they can’t sing like me
...more
4min
April 15, 2025 It’s a sun bright morn.
by- Matthew F. Blowers III
It’s a sun brightened morning
the night chill’s finally warming
and the birds are all horning in
with their melodies
as if their bird brains
are filled up with pure jealousy
because they can’t sing like me.
As I play my guitar and
my voice is exploring
lyrics that fit to
my latest outpouring
Then a chipmunk pops up
to see what’s going on
cause the world
was so peaceful
since he woke up at dawn
and he squats and he listens
for a moment or two
so I throw him a cheeto
and he squats and he chews
for what seems like long, hours
cause that cheetos so "BIG!"
then he dashes away
to perch high on a twig
sitting up in a cheap seats
far from my latest gig
"Go Fig!"
I do most of my writing when
I’m enjoying nature
it’s beauty and fresh air
help me much when I labor
to blend words with the notes
in a way that is pleasant
although it’s not made me rich
as I 'm still a poor peasant.
But I entertain birds and
I make chipmunks happy
until something big occurs
and I win my first grammy
then I’ll raise up a monument
near my deck where it’s grassy
perhaps a marble bird bath
for the birds, nothing flashy
with a cheeto dispenser
at the bottom to please
My furry, little friend
who comes to visit me.
And a plaque at
he base that
gives thanks to
the creatures
who were there
when I’d written
my chart topping feature...
though I don’t expect
this will be my latest hit
though It’s cute and it’s funny
and it holds some great wit….
But my soul doesn’t care
I just like sitting there
making music from nothing
in my plastic lawn chair
with all my work for the birds
and a cute chipmunk's stare.
I'm not really bothered
by the bird's jealousy
as I'm munching on Cheeto's
and trying to be
a Rock Star someday
going down in history
and sipping my coffee
on a sun brightened morning
and the birds are all horning
in with their melodies
as if their bird brains
are filled up with pure jealousies
because they can’t sing like me
...more
4min
April 15, 2025 In the Castle of intuition
In the Castle of intuition
It's king is quite wise
cause his royal physician
ordered that the King’s meals
that the chefs all supply
must be mixed with a potion
dosed with pure brain nutrition
blending magic ingredients
with great secrets concealed
that keep knowledge immediate
filling it with omnipotence
leaving his thoughts all driven
by strong, forewarned decisions
as he rules with precision.
With no needs to imprison
any of those he rules
cause his mind is alerted
and it’s been blessed with visions
of all who seek to do crimes
thus he sends each a warning
stopping them every time
so that all of his subjects
under him tow the line.
Plus his enemies planning
any cruel oppositions
can not overthrow him
due to his premonitions
all his guards are quite bored
and his knights wear no armor
his kingdom all loves him
every peasant and farmer
cause his powers bring peace.....
making him a great charmer
where no hatred is harbored
There’s no shortage of food
all his wealth’s fairly shared
cause he knows all their needs
and they’re answered with care
that has never compared
to nations anywhere…
His queen
guides the minions
with beauty and grace
with no haughty opinions
only love on her faee
it’s a most peaceful place
But sadly it’s fiction
in some long, lost edition
of a book never written
power always has smitten
men with cruelest addictions
it’s cold blooded inflictions
bend commoners to submission
from all those who have risen
by great wealth to positions
plagued by selfish ambition
Power often corrupts
those who it’s lifted up,
they forget where they came from
and their hearts grow unjust,
chasing gold over peace
chasing wars to increase
all of their greedy needs
bringing their kingdoms grief
each Commander-in-Chief
walking over the backs
of those lesser……. to be
the richest who rule
and there is no relief.
They hold no intuitions
they have only one mission
to become the greatest
till they are overthrown
becoming one more has-been
toppled down from their throne
leaving a long trails of bones
till another one rises
to deny and chastise us
a parade of pariahs
taking all that we own
making poorer folks groan
it’s a truth set in stone.
Mankind’s never outgrown
and that’s why perfect peace
will not ever be known.
it will not ever be known....
"Perfect peace
cannot be known
in a world full of greed
wherew there's
so much need...
ot will never be known
By-Matthew F. Blowers III
...more
4min
April 15, 2025 In the Castle of intuition (1)
By- Matthew F. Blowers III
In the Castle of intuition
It's king is quite wise
cause his royal physician
ordered that the King’s meals
that the chefs all supply
must be mixed with a potion
dosed with pure brain nutrition
blending magic ingredients
with great secrets concealed
that keep knowledge immediate
filling it with omnipotence
leaving his thoughts all driven
by strong, forewarned decisions
as he rules with precision.
With no needs to imprison
any of those he rules
cause his mind is alerted
and it’s been blessed with visions
of all who seek to do crimes
thus he sends each a warning
stopping them every time
so that all of his subjects
under him tow the line.
Plus his enemies planning
any cruel oppositions
can not overthrow him
due to his premonitions
all his guards are quite bored
and his knights wear no armor
his kingdom all loves him
every peasant and farmer
cause his powers bring peace.....
making him a great charmer
where no hatred is harbored
There’s no shortage of food
all his wealth’s fairly shared
cause he knows all their needs
and they’re answered with care
that has never compared
to nations anywhere…
His queen
guides the minions
with beauty and grace
with no haughty opinions
only love on her faee
it’s a most peaceful place
But sadly it’s fiction
in some long, lost edition
of a book never written
power always has smitten
men with cruelest addictions
it’s cold blooded inflictions
bend commoners to submission
from all those who have risen
by great wealth to positions
plagued by selfish ambition
Power often corrupts
those who it’s lifted up,
they forget where they came from
and their hearts grow unjust,
chasing gold over peace
chasing wars to increase
all of their greedy needs
bringing their kingdoms grief
each Commander-in-Chief
walking over the backs
of those lesser……. to be
the richest who rule
and there is no relief.
They hold no intuitions
they have only one mission
to become the greatest
till they are overthrown
becoming one more has-been
toppled down from their throne
leaving a long trails of bones
till another one rises
to deny and chastise us
a parade of pariahs
taking all that we own
making poorer folks groan
it’s a truth set in stone.
Mankind’s never outgrown
and that’s why perfect peace
will not ever be known.
it will not ever be known....
"Perfect peace
cannot be known
in a world full of greed
wherew there's
so much need...
ot will never be known
...more
4min
April 15, 2025 Time is a traveler
By-Matthew F. Blowers III
Time is a traveler
he’s histories great unraveler
who chose to be a bachelor
because each time he took a wife
only he was born eternal
but they kept running out of life
running out of life....
plus he’s too attached to his tickings
to interrupt them with a wifes talkings
love comes to tempt him every week
but poor love always finds him balking
cause women always try to slow him down
knowing he can help them keep
their beauty as age slowly creeps
to haunt them till their final sleep
but he’d rather keep on walking.
cause they always chase him
.... always stalking
their precious time
their precious time......
"Look out!!" his shadows
right behind you
and yet he’s coming right your way
he likes to come in all directions
for all time grants you, you will pay
and he loves each time you get a shock
every morning when your alarm clock
wakes you from the bed in which you lay
to start one more of his long days
cause when you dream he has no powers
in just a blink you’ve slept eight hours.
in just a blink you’ve slept eight hours.
but all else we do is ruled by time
he’s the king of mankind’s schedule
we’re his puppets and he pulls the strings
and he punishes all rebels
who chose to sleep in, when their due
to meet all his fundamentals
which leaves them tardy, losing jobs
Ignoring time brings peril
Time has to travel endlessly
to meet all of the time zones
when Chinese are eating supper
we’re eating breakfast at our homes
and time never had a face
way back when cavemen all lived free
of any worries about keeping time
he wandered miserably
till some dumb fool discovered him
and made his life worthwhile
regulating everything folks did
by the shadow on a sun dial
and from there we got an hourglass
where each trickle of the sand
made folks hurry up their weary ass
to meet time’s most cruel demands
and now time has turned digital
he never makes a sound
but every time we use our phone
we know he’s still around.
So always be aware of time
he pays no mind to you
he has billions of people
that do all he tells them to
and he has just informed me
that my song is much too long
so I’m ending it, cause he’s in a snit
and I don’t want to do time wrong
Yeah. I don’t want to do time wrong
he controls my life
to the very end
I don't need that kind of strife
"Thank You Time
...more
4min
April 15, 2025 In the stony moonlight
By- Matthew F. Blowers III
In the stony moonlight
Lie hills and fields on every side
white and bald as eggs
and in the fallow fields between them
buried deep beneath them
Lie skulls and bony arms and legs
where they fell is where they all were laid
in sunken holes marking unknown graves
with tattered bits of their uniforms
rusting rifles, rotted wood stocks worn
with no evidence of flesh left torn
by the bullets paths, each slug adorns
all that remains. cold and forlorn…
Nameless… all lost, no one comes to mourn
no one comes to mourn
where they lie is unknown
But one can hear their battle cries
when the howling winds are blown
through this valley now their home.
all the reasons why they battled
charging fierce as sabers rattled’
over long abandoned hassles
from some leaders Psychobabble
can no longer be unraveled
and their precious souls that traveled
to their just rewards care not
for their tumbled bones
left far from their homes
just to crumble into rot
They have moved beyond the wrath of hate
They left all their sorrows at heaven's gate
far from earth’s cruel wars they celebrate
No bitter memories fill their plates
God granted peace to those who fell
erasing all the terrible Hells
of killing men while under orders
for dictators expanding borders
for Leaders boosting economies
for the greed and lust of one man’s needs
to rule the world while others bleed
while others bleed and die.....
war is unjust it plants its seeds
where nothing grows except men’s bones
in desolate spots that fail to warn
each generation that is born
that war is not the path to peace
That peaceful path comes when wars cease
yet still men kill and so they will
they never seem to get their fill
Perhaps that’s how the world will end
endless sunken graves no one can tend
no one left to mourn, each one condemned
to the whims of a madman cruelly bent
on eradicating the human race
from everywhere across the face
of earth that someday just might be
Mankind’s coffin for eternity
...more
4min
April 15, 2025 In the stony moonlight-by- Matthew F.Blowers III
In the stony moonlight
Lie hills and fields on every side
white and bald as eggs
and in the fallow fields between them
buried deep beneath them
Lie skulls and bony arms and legs
where they fell is where they all were laid
in sunken holes marking unknown graves
with tattered bits of their uniforms
rusting rifles, rotted wood stocks worn
with no evidence of flesh left torn
by the bullets paths, each slug adorns
all that remains. cold and forlorn…
Nameless… all lost, no one comes to mourn
no one comes to mourn
where they lie is unknown
But one can hear their battle cries
when the howling winds are blown
through this valley now their home.
all the reasons why they battled
charging fierce as sabers rattled’
over long abandoned hassles
from some leaders Psychobabble
can no longer be unraveled
and their precious souls that traveled
to their just rewards care not
for their tumbled bones
left far from their homes
just to crumble into rot
They have moved beyond the wrath of hate
They left all their sorrows at heaven's gate
far from earth’s cruel wars they celebrate
No bitter memories fill their plates
God granted peace to those who fell
erasing all the terrible Hells
of killing men while under orders
for dictators expanding borders
for Leaders boosting economies
for the greed and lust of one man’s needs
to rule the world while others bleed
while others bleed and die.....
war is unjust it plants its seeds
where nothing grows except men’s bones
in desolate spots that fail to warn
each generation that is born
that war is not the path to peace
That peaceful path comes when wars cease
yet still men kill and so they will
they never seem to get their fill
Perhaps that’s how the world will end
endless sunken graves no one can tend
no one left to mourn, each one condemned
to the whims of a madman cruelly bent
on eradicating the human race
from everywhere across the face
of earth that someday just might be
Mankind’s coffin for eternity
but we’ll all move beyond the wrath of hate
leaving all their sorrows at heaven's gate
far from earth’s cruel wars on some nearing date
we must strive for peace cause it's getting late
we must strive for peace cause it's getting late
we must strive for peace cause it's getting late
it's getting late
...more
4min

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