Art~Whimsically Yours

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Christmas has come back again

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February 19, 2025 Revisiting Ecstacy Consumed.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Revisiting Ecstacy Consumed.
Sitting in front
of the wood stove
watching the coals
form the hades of now
heat making me sleepy
and dreamy on a day
just ended... that held
special meaning long ago
Tendrils of smoke
and forgotten moments
circle around and inside
my head as the heat
burns pictures of
another place...
another blaze
Envisioned is a lakeside
with fires smouldering
in two passionate souls
as well as in some
driftwood piled nearby
And set aflame
...sparks flying from
the flames and
sparks of love drifting
between two sets of eyes
as lips collide
and limbs collapse together
into a shape molded
by consumption into one
Lengths of wood also
collide and collapse
onto scarlet orange
heated ash turning
into a shape molded by
combustion into one
Soon body heat
replaces the fading warmth
of the fire....
fueled by the friction
of many kisses long into
the starstruck velvet
tent of night....
Much later...
I am back by the stove
where only embers greet me
as I realize in the
gathering chill around me
that memories are like
tulip bulbs or daffodils
buried deep in
subconscious levels
and each new season
that passes brings days
where they re-bloom
from special times shared
that long ago
were shoveled under...
by life's passing
yet they re-emerge
and the sweet scent
of yesterdays as well
as the lovely sights
of what was
.....create
a garden in my mind
full of vast acres of
Forget-me-nots
intermingled
with memories reborn
inspirations
...more
4min
February 19, 2025 Slow Dance Till Midnight.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Let's slow dance until midnight,
let me just hold you tight,
with no rush to go home.
in these moments we own
then we'll see what the rest
of the evening will bring
even though the next morning
might find us alone,
Or we may spark a romance
like we've never known,
It all starts with slow motion
both of our bodies swaying
and the notion that we both
truly want to be staying
locked in each others arms
as the band keeps on playing.....
keeps on playing.....
All around us couples meet and part
clinging for just a short while
then they vanish in between the songs
sharing very lonely smiles
but we have found a common ground
as we dance across this floor
while conversing of the things we love
and deciding we want more…..
Lost in your embrace
and your lovely face
I see promise in your eyes
and when the music fades
let us slip away
to share some tender kisses
beneath the starry skies
and explore the love we
both found at first sight
I know we’re both
weary of being alone
Let’s take it slow
just like we’ve danced
and see what tomorrows bring
making plans for us to meet again
for some dinners and
some more dancing
long conversations
and the joyous relations
of being who we were
both Meant to be
you and me baby….
you and me
Slow dancing every
week till midnight
cause we both know
that it feels so right
and anything less means
more lonely nights
but for now let’s hold
each other tight
and dream of all the
might’s and maybes
yet to come…………
if you choose to
be my only one……..
or if this was just
another night fun
I would still like
to see you again
when it all is said and done………..
when it all is said and done.
Either way, just let me hold you tight
Let's slow dance till midnight
cause it feels so right.
...more
4min
February 18, 2025 Keep A Sunny Disposition. -Version-(2)-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
I’ve got a sunny disposition
I’m a warm-hearted guy
every solar rays my mentor
when it rises in the sky
and I find myself a wishing
all the other folks would try
filling up their hearts with sunshine
Because too many humans cry
angst is why too many die
But the sun it knows no seasons
it’s there to bless all of us
even when it’s dark and cloudy
it’s one sure thing we can trust.
and it makes us feel robust
We get up in the morning
savoring its lovely heat
and we go to bed soon after
it’s long journey is complete.
No one ever takes vacations
just to bathe beneath the moon
you won’t ever get a moon tan
you might as well stay in your room.
But we lie down and we worship
the sun with oils on our skin
like burnt offerings beneath it
we find joy in its tanning.
Every thing we have is blessed by
the warm rays that it exudes
it feeds trees that create oxygen
and it provides most of our foods.
As Earth’s biggest star,
it wows us
it’s a hot commodity
but its daily shows are free
entertaining every human
Hollywood can not compete.
it brings paintings from our maker
when it rises every morn
its pigments color every acre
with lotsa yellows, reds and orange.
And when it sets as night is falling
it can move our hearts to bliss
share its passing with your sweetheart
and you can bet you’ll get a kiss
it was a God to all the ancients
Neanderthals and Troglodytes
they would pray to its great powers
and dance beneath it with delight.
And there were times
when they grew fearful
that they had somehow angered it
as they watched it disappearing
but it was only an eclipse.
It taught us how to plan our days out
by using sundials….. men found time
sadly it brought us rush hours
but still the sun is quite divine.
And though it sometimes
gives us freckles
brown dots in
patterns on our face
the sun is also very speckled
with sunspots on
its orb in space
So if your feeling overheated
by it’s mid-August annual rage
just grab a book and
squeeze what’s fruitful
enjoy some shade and lemonade
We all know it
will vanish someday
and leave a cold
and empty planet
so share the warmth
it sheds with others
leave all your hate
and angst abandoned
and never take
the sun for granted…...
Never take the sun for granted.
I’ve got a sunny disposition
when it rises in the sky...
It gets me high
...more
4min
February 18, 2025 Pebbles Of Wisdom.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
I am one of millions
blown by the winds
a dandelion seed
gone wild just a weed
who fell into the crack
of a sidewalk
wedged tight and rootless
my feathery parachute
stuck to something
more concrete
than I'd ever desired.
That I'd ever hoped to find.
let the tears of a passing storm
wash me into the soil
that I call chance
and I will burst in
bright greens and yellows
to brighten the
ghettos of my world.
the grim ghettos of my world
If not then bury
my withered remains
in potters fields
until I become clay
that the master
potter above
can reform with love
into a vessel worthy
of holding on to
something far more
than a childish wish
and a puff of
exasperated air.
whooooshhhh!
I am the
unfinished prayer
the sermon still
germinating
an incomplete poem
that wallows in
the cathedral of my skull,
nothing penned
can capture me
until I am freed
from this pathway
to obscurity.
to this pathway
to obscurity.
"You know, God often tosses us
pebbles of wisdom and creativity
across the brain waves of our minds,
skipping some and sinking into others
depths of thought, and what we make of
these heavenly gifts
will send out vast ripples
ripples, ripples, ripples,
riplles, riplles, ripples
of inspiration and joy
to the masses of humanity
all thirsty for some divine blessings."
For you see one of God’s pebbles
blessed me with this imagining.
I was struck in the sizzling heat
On a cracked and scalding sidewalk
near a vast field of Dandelions
the midst of a Summer of splendor
where this song was born
and so I share it with you all
...more
4min
February 18, 2025 My Most Humane Dream.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
I’d like to be a Super hero
with super powers in my flesh
and skills that suddenly appear
in a massive form that brings souls fear
with a strength that conquers any bullies
right in the face of those unruly
and kick them hard right in their rears
and beat them with an evil sneer
in ways severe to make it clear
that if they choose to not adhere
to gentleness with those held dear
I’d be back and they’d disappear
I wish it could be my career. yeah.....
I’d hear the cries of kids abused
and be there before they’d get used
and show their tormenters some clues
on how it feels when they get bruised.
My eyes would burn right
through their souls
like the cigarette burns their children know
till their strength melted to the size
of a tiny child with fear-filled eyes.
then I’d make it clear that they’d remain
as weak as a toddler suffering pain
till I was sure that they’d refrain
from ever hurting their kids again.
and if they chose not to abstain
My punishment would be insane
It would be insane!!!!
I’d hear the wails of wives who suffer
at the hands of husbands who are tougher
then I’d just appear and be the buffer
with retribution far more rougher
then they could ever hope to deal
and they’d find out how bad it feels
to lie down broken on the floor
with a taste of their own medicine
and a promise I’d be back again
and if they ever chose to re-offend
in their dinosaur brains
they’d soon discover
how it feels to be
a beaten down lover.
Then with another power graced
to me from God above so great
I’d bring sweet peace to every face
of wives and kids, men laid to waste
leaving all the pain they felt displaced
and all their bad memories erased
with a fresh start full of hope and love
the kind that they were dreaming of
with their Dads and husbands held by chains
that guarantee ungodly pain…..
ungodly pain…..
if they so much as contemplate
treating their loved one’s with cruel hate
then they will have a date with me
filled with suffering eternally.
eternally....... eternally
...more
4min
February 18, 2025 Deux Fées - (Two Fairies.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Way down low
in a parallel universe
that is so different from ours
lies a mystical place
that is beautifully graced
by beings with magical powers.
Most of the trolls
and goblins are scary
but some are cute and lovable
Like Pixies and Winged Fairies
They all went into hiding
when mankind
stole their lands
turning meadows
and virgin woods
into endless city plans
leaving them to
scurry hurriedly
into burrows, caves
and hollow trees
where they sometimes
peek out curiously
in their world way down
below our knees
They say that when
new babies laugh
for the very first time.... that joy
breaks into thousands of pieces
becoming fairy girls and boys
And the very best time
to catch a glimpse
of these creatures unperceived
only comes around
just once a year
falling on Mid Summer’s Eve
They came from heaven
when time began
to care for the earth below
plus those tiny creatures we step on
though we don’t even know…….
If you don’t believe in fairies, remember
that they claimed all your baby teeth
by bewitching your Mom and your Dad to leave
money under your pillows to keep
while you were fast asleep-(yawn)
And there are two very special fairies
their names are Hope And Charity
Whom God granted an eternity
to reweave the fabric of life, you see
Fixing the holes, torn by men’s evil deeds
plus the wars and hate that never cease
All patched with care by two fairies who dare
to bring us some temporal peace.
So if you happen to see some fairies
on a mid Summer’s Eve fly by
remember to thank them
for their two sisters, who
bring a lot less tears to our eyes.
"Peace to you and yours,
.....Have a fairy nice life
...more
4min
February 18, 2025 Age is Endless Pages Blowing Closed.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
The mirror betrays, what minds survey,
each day my face denies the truth
but lines I've crafted there for years,
no longer sing the songs of youth.
Though mirrors reverse all images,
they sadly fail to reverse clocks
acceptance is a grimace,
at skewed reflections that can shock
Age is endless pages blowing closed
by the cruelest winds of time,
turning each chapter barely studied
into memories less defined,
The only bookmarks that can save us
are the loves we leave behind,
God will note what graced our stories,
in his book of life enshrined.
I was not one known for perfection,
I left mistakes unedited,
some pages stained
with tears and sorrow
footnotes of shameful things I did.
But the master of creation
forgives each writer if they ask,
erasing flaws, demanding better,
we must be worthy of the task.
Age is endless pages blowing closed
by the cruelest winds of time,
turning each chapter barely studied
into memories less defined,
the only bookmarks that can save us
are the loves we leave behind,
God will note what graced our stories,
in his book of life enshrined.
Eventually the endless friction
of daily life will take its toll,
we'll vanish in a benediction,
that will decide what greets our soul.
Cause we're bound by all we say and do,
every man you script and each woman two,
must daily pray, that Judgement day,
will bring a heavenly review.
Age is endless pages blowing closed
by the cruelest winds of time,
turning each chapter barely studied
into memories less defined,
the only bookmarks that can save us
are the loves we leave behind,
God will note what graced our stories,
in his book of life enshrined.
...more
4min
February 18, 2025 That Elusive Love.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
I met a girl who
had long, sleek black hair,
just south of here
on a beach somewhere
She said "Hello!"
and then she
smiled at me,
oh, so hungrily,
starting my day off
so beautifully,
But when I turned around
to look again,
she just wasn't there,
she wasn't anywhere,
she just wasn't there.......
Chorus-
Love is elusive,
too often it
just slips away,
just when you
think you've found
what you needed most...
it's gone to stay...
it's gone to stay...
I had a little puppy
when I was wee,
and we had a lot
of fun together
that puppy and me.....
but 14 years
goes by so fast,
and puppies were
never built to last
and he was gone.....
Chorus-
because....
Love is elusive,
too often it slips away
just when you think
you've finally found
what you need most...
it's gone to stay...
it's gone to stay...
it's gone to stay.
Not long ago,
my Mother always gave
us uncompromising love,
that kind of love
most girls and boys
would be dreaming of,
But age is relentless,
it kept turning the pages,
of her very short days,
then she was gone away...
then she was gone away.
Chorus-
because....
Love is elusive,
too often it slips away
just when you think
you've finally found
what you need most...
it's gone to stay...
it's gone to stay...
it's gone to stay.
love is so elusive
but it's worth all the pain
for as long as it remains.
...more
4min
February 18, 2025 Maybe Just Doesn't Cut It.
Maybe Just Doesn't Cut It. by Art~Whimsically Yours
...more
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February 17, 2025 Reminiscing Is A Prison. -by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Reminiscing is a prison
Reminiscing is a prison
and it just leaves me missing
the taste of yours lips
back when we
were still kissing
and the warmth in your eyes
before they were dismissing
all the love that we savored
baby.....
And I find myself wishing
each day as I rise
that our past could be hidden
all my moments with you
evermore, left unwritten....
any memories that pain me
in my mind, all forbidden
and my wish it came true
it stole all recognition
of what you meant to me
bidding your love good riddance
baby...Good riddance!!
Now I am that guy
that you’ll see everyplace
with a Huge, joyous grin
plastered across my face
sharing kisses with girls
who are nothing like you
Laughing loudly, and proudly
never feeling the blues..ooo-ooo-ooos
if you should ever say
“Your sorry.”
or some other cliché
any place our paths cross
on some upcoming day
you’ll be shocked at my gaze
when it fails to convey
that I ever knew you
in an intimate way!
I’ve been granted anesthesia
which gave me amnesia,
by that wish that I made
and I’ll say “Who are you?”
I don’t think that we’ve met,
as tears spill from your eyes
and your cheeks get all wet,
And I’ll say “You’ve mistaken me
for somebody who
must at some point in your life
meant a whole lot to you,
“Sorry Miss I don’t know you,
but I’m hoping you’ll find
the guy you’ve been missing
to help ease your mind.”

Oh, you’ll stand there in shock
and eventually walk
as I turn back to my
latest fling for some kissing
having no clue that you are
stuck in that dark prison
that brings hearts great pain
locked in their reminiscing!
Cause I was granted a pardon
when my wish set me free
and you’ll be just some sad, woman
who means nothing to me.
yeah, you’ll just be some sad, woman
who means nothing to me
...more
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