Category: drawing,painting,sketching, images

“Garnet” an artwork, a poem and a song.

ABOUT ME AND MY ART

Painting

Poem

Song

Painting

“Fairground”

Poem

“Walking On Eggshells”

Walking On Egg-shells.

walking on: eggshells, cornflakes, drawing pins, 
with no sound
grasping at straws
no no-man's-land singing tonight 

only plummeting angels, who whisper fairytales 
as their feathers scatter and their golden and black, curly, flowing hair 
stretches out behind them, 
undisturbed robins, chirruping in its folds and fissures  
and sparkling, elegant strands. 

Plummeting, they all go, 
whistling, at last, no-man's land songs, 

cups, saucers and saucepans 
scattering behind them.

Song

5th Element

“Amethyst” Picture, Poem and Song

Portrait (oil on canvas) by Tony Chapman
 Ireland Holiday. 
 Poem by Tony Chapman - finished.
  
 Ireland Holiday.
  
 All good things 
 come 
 to an end. 
  
 Sheer: 
 vicious 
 barbed wire 
 rusty edges. 
  
 A happy time was had by all 
 all good things come to an end.  
  
 Bare your teeth 
 bite the hand 
 that doles out good times 
 then takes them back. 
  
 Put: 
 the sunset: 
 into a black, lead-lined box. 
 Bury it out on the mud flats. 
  
 Put: 
 the grey stone hills 
 the curlew's call 
 the rock wall 
 the torn sky 
 the seabird‘s cry 
 the warm wind 
 the salt sea 
 the soft arm 
 the breath of life 
 the embrace 
 the laughter 
 that releases 
 dry leaves and flying bullets 
  
 into a black box 
 (lead-lined for preservation) 
 and bury it 
 far out , 
 on the mud flats
 deep
 so it won't be found
 for a million years 
  
 then 
 wander back 
 to the concrete jungle:
 twisting of limbs 
 paintscraper of skins 
 sandpaper of bones. 
  
 All good things
  
 come 
  
 to an end.
  
                               (Ireland). 
  
  

Verse 4 of Love Has Caught Me …. verse 5 in next Blog

then I meet your eyes, and all the skies they no longer cave-in on me

and I touch your skin, you let me in and I’m living in exstacy

LOVE HAS CAUGHT ME

“Turquoise” Picture, Poem and Song

Picnic Poem 
by Tony Chapman. 
 

having a picnic 
high up, on a vertical wall

we sit horizontally, 
watching our hard-boiled eggs 
fall

"Whoops, there goes the jam, 
and the packets of chrisps" 

trying to drink orange juice, 
but it pours out of the mug
in gravity's general direction.

having a picnic under the sea
the fish swim by and smile at me
then my salad floats away, 
my raw food crackers too
and a friendly octopus 
drinks my orange juice

having a picnic on the cold north pole
my orange juice is frozen solid
so I make a hole 

in the ice 

to fish through ... 

“LOVE HAS CAUGHT ME” by Tony Chapman VERSE 2 … (verse 3 in next blog)

2nd verse of “Love Has Caught Me”

I’m falling so fast, nothing will last,

I’m tipping right off the edge

I’m walking on air, then I despair

I’m slipping right off the ledge

Love has caught me

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