Art~Whimsically Yours

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.

(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again

For the third year... more

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February 06, 2025 WEDNESDAY 3:00 P.M.-version 2-by - Matthew F. Blowers III
The sun's taking a bite
off the chill outside
and I'm in my studio
taking the age off an old toy
the puppies are napping...
one has his head on
the back of the other
like a fur rug they decorate
the corner of this room
"Nutty buddy and Nickel"...
my faithful dogs and
two of my favorite things
back when I was a wee lad
and the ice cream man came
with lilting musical alerts
to his frosty presence
on an sultry August day
plates disguised as
Styrofoam palettes
dot my workspace
brushes like punk rockers
with Mohawks stand
ever so stiffly
in a contained environment
till they can lash back
graffiti style
on the next canvas
that crosses their
tempera-mental space
red paint swirls in a
small tornado of color converting
clear water in an old mayonnaise jar
to a scarlet reservoir
a painting freshly done
shows me a place commissioned
that I've never visited
but have captured forever on french paper
work sits all around me awaiting
the transformation of an idea
into the reality of a buyer's smile
and some legitimate cash
thus my poem ends as the paint dries
and the sealer faces applications
and this sleepy afternoon heads towards
the next step in an unfinished work.
...more
3min
February 06, 2025 WEDNESDAY 3:00 P.M.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
The sun's taking a bite
off the chill outside
and I'm in my studio
taking the age off an old toy
the puppies are napping...
one has his head on
the back of the other
like a fur rug they decorate
the corner of this room
"Nutty buddy and Nickel"...
my faithful dogs and
two of my favorite things
back when I was a wee lad
and the ice cream man came
with lilting musical alerts
to his frosty presence
on an sultry August day
plates disguised as
Styrofoam palettes
dot my workspace
brushes like punk rockers
with Mohawks stand
ever so stiffly
in a contained environment
till they can lash back
graffiti style
on the next canvas
that crosses their
tempera-mental space
red paint swirls in a
small tornado of color converting
clear water in an old mayonnaise jar
to a scarlet reservoir
a painting freshly done
shows me a place commissioned
that I've never visited
but have captured forever on french paper
work sits all around me awaiting
the transformation of an idea
into the reality of a buyer's smile
and some legitimate cash
thus my poem ends as the paint dries
and the sealer faces applications
and this sleepy afternoon heads towards
the next step in an unfinished work
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...more
3min
February 06, 2025 Glory Days On Both Sides.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
My glory days on
both sides now.
To stand in
the swaying masses,
and belch your
deepest profound joy
at the masters of the stage,
and let them
rock you away
in a hard lullaby of sound,
and come from there
moved deeply
and satisfied
by it all
to the very depth
of your core,
is a true concert
of magic for all souls
Forget the price or
The long wait to park
And the ridiculous cost
Of one beer....
The band made it
all worthwhile
and then some.. .
but wait, even better
to be on
that stage pouring
your inspiration
like water
over the massed heads,
blessing them
with your soul
transcribed into
multi-eighth notes
and beaten skins
and the wails from
the vocalist
And the lead
guitars
soprano squeals,
while the base
moves bottoms
to grind rhythmically
that is truly
heaven on earth,
to hold thousands
in your grasp
for hours,
such power is
unstoppable......
having been in both
places in my life,
and having known
both sides,
I can truly say
I was charmed,
and have moved on to
other pursuits
without regrets,
but God I miss
that roar of adoration
and the pure
electronic sounds
of raw talent
unleashed
to set the crowd free
the swaying masses,
and belch your
deepest profound joy
at the masters of the stage,
and let them
rock you away
in a hard lullaby of sound,
and come from there
moved deeply
and satisfied
by it all
to the very depth
of your core,
is a true concert
of magic for all souls
Forget the price or
The long wait to park
And the ridiculous cost
Of one beer....
The band made it
all worthwhile
and then some.. .
but wait, even better
to be on
that stage pouring
your inspiration
like water
over the massed heads,
blessing them
with your soul
transcribed into
multi-eighth notes
and beaten skins
and the wails from
the vocalist
And the lead
guitars
soprano squeals,
while the base
moves bottoms
to grind rhythmically
that is truly
heaven on earth,
to hold thousands
in your grasp
for hours,
such power is
unstoppable......
having been in both
places in my life,
and having known
both sides,
I can truly say
I was charmed,
and have moved on to
other pursuits
without regrets,
but God I miss
that roar of adoration
and the pure
electronic sounds
of raw talent
unleashed
to set the crowd free
...more
4min
February 06, 2025 LAUGHTER FROM BOTH SIDES - Version 2.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Laughter from both sides
Laughter has dual sounds
happy and cruel sounds,
caring and fool sounds
we must decipher,
lest we fall hapless
winding up laugh less,
tears stain our mattress
as we pay the piper
cryings a blues sound
paying your dues sound
a no longer two sound
that bruises the soul
love is a soft high
as passionate sighs die
hammering hearts lie
gaining control
love is a warm kiss
soft touches that miss
fingertips sweet bliss
making them whole
life is a puzzle
death is a muzzle
love, laugh, and guzzle
all of life's fruit
reach for the sure thing
hearts that are pure bring
joy that's enduring
sorrow that's mute
...more
4min
February 06, 2025 A Concert For Two- Adults Only Please.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
A concert for two.-Adults only please
she takes her place
demurely and a wee bit nervous
as he directs her eyes
with the baton not yet raised
she will be offering a rare piece
one that he has never played
she uncovers her instruments
and they gleam and glisten
in the soft light of the padded rotunda
she begins to fine tune them
as he watches her warm up
her fingers dexterously manipulate
soprano sounds from her mouth
she shifts her hips and settles into
the preparation for a concert of two
already he is deeply moved
and he gives her a standing ovation
they are playing on each others heartstrings
he grips his baton and moves it up and down
while she plays close attention
to each move hoping to duplicate it
exactly to his sheer pleasure
later she inserts the thick wet reed
into the sound hole where sweet songs
will be emitted in a chorus of voice
the sheet music is blank and covers
each act until the symphony of love
is complete...he rises to his full height
at the close of her velvet case
his wand is lowered now and
he takes his bow..then he
joins her in a measure of rest......
...more
3min
February 05, 2025 IF I Could Bring You The Moon.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
If I could but bring
you the moon!
My cherished one
when love so pure
drives me to try
to bring you
the moon itself
then I must
simply build many
hollow circular places
in the earth,
and lay above them
flat indented
glass roofs,
covered with
three inches
of water,
and then set
these water windows
in a path
across the
entire earth,
that follows the
moons precise journeys
adding on to
this design
as many
circular rooms
beneath each
covered in
whitewashed walls
in a wondrous
imag-menag-erie
that would capture
the moons reflection,
and in each cavern
we would wallow
upon a bed
sharing all we love,
romancing together
with the
moons face
floating
just above
in all of it's
superb splendour,
to take our breath away,
and to cast warm glows
on both of us below,
as we move like
the tides pull
on the shores of
pleasures isles
This would be
a true palace
exquisite indeed
unearthed
with much love
for a very special
pair of joined
souls to share
...more
4min
February 05, 2025 Last Stop To Glory (for my precious Mom)-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Last stop before glory!
I saw my mom on
the brink of eternity,
in the waiting rooom,
assigned to her,
where an angel
sought to comfort her
as she passed through
the white blankness
of mortal death,
and on into the healing
light of God's promise
She arrived too early
Leaving only sixty years
Of precious life
But perhaps God,
knew of a far more
painful death
that awaited her
than simply dying
in her sleep ad he
chose to call her
worthy soul home
Where the rains that fell
on the white walls
were all of the
loved ones tears
that she left behind,
and the rainbow she saw
just outside that place
was her bridge to heaven,
and I know for sure
That she was in
that room in 1997 and
took a long walk with her
angelic escort to
her just reward,
just past that window
none of us the living
can see through
until our last stop to glory.
Where an angel will
Be waiting to welcome
and comfort us
With the joy of knowing
We will be greeting all
of our loved ones
Who got there before us
In a joyous reunion.
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3min
February 05, 2025 The Last Man's Angel.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
She was the very
last angel God sent down
to stay with the very last man,
who would die in
the war in Iraq
thus she watched
with saddened eyes
as he fought off each attack
so heroically, while she knew
he was never coming back.
Someone had to be the last,
and though all wars ends are
...more
4min
February 05, 2025 No More Pencils, No More Books.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
No more pencils, no more books....
A light coating of chalk dust,
still insulates my steel gray innards.
My mahogoney face is lined with
times cruel marks which are quite simply
all the etchings of juvenile hands
scratching various initials
in rememberance of their long
and tedious hours chained to me.
With an inkwell for an eye,
I saw braids bent in concentration,
and crewcuts nod off to sleep,
The echoed drone of boring teachers
still resounds within the hollows
of my storage space below.
So often my mouth opened
to discharge bright books of knowledge
regurgitated text from so many years ago,
several rulers graced my platform
taking measure of their young lives
while large pencils often stenciled
fresh ideas on goldenrod,
yellowed paper holding classwork,
then hand fed to my wide gullet,
Legs of wrought iron most fancy
helped support the learning masses,
feet wrapped tightly round the curlicues,
till my paint was worn away,
Alas most of my peers languish
in the landfills that are dotted
all across the land kids learned of,
on the surfaces we offered,
And so many of the students,
who daydreamed within my confines,
are now sealed in lid like boxes,
that resemble mine above,
buried also in the landfill,
where they store discarded people,
but the youth we shared I cherish
from this basement where I moulder
in a school closed by progression,
till like them I rot away
...more
4min
February 05, 2025 I Knew An April Way Back When-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Soul swept breathless.
I remember that April,
she stole my soul,
windswept her platinum hair,
tugged it from my flesh.
Taut buds were bursting,
against pastel green,
as her tank top,
swept over her firm
curves below,
in defense of what
any victor would spoil.
Her eyes
spring water blue,
washed over me,
as her petulant lips,
bent in a show of approval.
Whatever we murmured about
that day was lost,
in the warm breezes,
of a season long gone.
But I recall the
fresh scent of her,
it lingers even
this distance from
our sweet youth.
I still salivate,
over that hollow spot
behind her ear,
and the way her
lips brushed mine,
as soft as pussy willows,
sweeping my soul away,
and much later,
draining my passion,
in a swallow,
and a song.
But many Aprils
have passed since then,
from love way back when
and I should move on,
in this March,
walk away from
what never can be,
come what May,
set me free.
I knew an April once
soft as a butterflies wings
poised over tulips
...more
4min

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