Words Sun in Paint & Print




Words Sung in Paint & Print


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I see he makes poems it rhyme

That few will read or hear

Tuneless songs skip a beat

Treasure he still holds dear


Such a blight it seems sometimes

To play this game with himself

Still he must type those words

To sit upon his table or shelf


Indeed like the sketches

Or painting he fantasies

Often in mind not on the desk

A rash of creative disease


Still the dream keeps coming on

To actively paint of sing those words

For love of life, like morning sunshine

Infests the heart so I have heard


To make it all understood

To balance of the evil plight

To make good indeed I say

To fight the fight for what is right

Not to hate and bloody slay

For him, indeed, art is the light

Facing earth  growing during the day

Bring moon and star to light the night

Indeed let him play with art today!

Some loves to draw and paint that’s right

to illustrate ideas, poems and tales

Art is bird songs & wings angelic in flight

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The “1st Day of Spring” awakes

the Earth as clocks dance back up again

The light the flowers and green fronds

bringing soon warm & joy good friends


©James M. Frase-White 9 & 10 March 2025





 

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  1. CumulusMarch 11, 2025 at 10:43 AM

    Nicely done. I love the Illustration `in combination with the verse. Very personal . Blogs are difficult. You seem very prolific.
    Today hints of spring.



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    1. paper cutting glassMarch 11, 2025 at 5:24 PM

      Thanks, as it is so good to have my blog read. Wish I could enhance folks to read my Blog, as Facebook has given me the Zuckerberg flying goodbye finger of fate (either that or NO one can think or read on that famous web-bite pulpit of society).

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