Tag: art
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Subject: cities
SUBJECT: CITIES Cities, built on the side of mountains … cities under the sea. I don’t want to write to a theme … its 6:00 am in the morning, I’m writing just for me. I am a memory of my future self … weird … I’m creating a memory, right now. The cliff where the…
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Subject: Bridges.
Bridge of no return. Bridge over forever. Bridge on teeth. Bridge I walk over … rope ladder Bridge … Laurel and Hardy carrying an upright piano over a rope bridge . What more is there to say about Bridges? Years ago I was somewhere (longer story) and I met a professional boxer (fists etc.). who…
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“Amethyst” – a Picture, Poem and Song – by Tony Chapman
Painting “Nemal” by Tony Chapman Poem “Ireland Holiday” 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…
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“Amber”- Poem, Picture and Song – by Tony Chapman
Painting Sports series 7 : Football Poem Bedtime Poem by Tony Chapman. I’m riding the hint of a wave as the twisting clouds expand and contract and the birds whirl, grey and pink amongst its billowing whiteness, above me Continuum: Mum’s overcoat is under the ground Dad’s overcoat is there too life is…
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“The Christmas, New Year Song”
Tony Chapman and The Big Event The Christmas (New Year) Song 1). what with global warming, hurricanes, tsunamis droughts, floods, earthquakes, warsthe news is always sad, the news is always bad but even us, with all our flaws can celebrate this new year because, phew! we are all still here! CHORUS: Santa and his reindeer…
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“Cowboy Hat Number 5” by Tony Chapman.
Spark of Life song by Tony Chapman VERSE 1 … (VERSE 2 coming soon) when the road is broken and the path is bentwhen words that were spoken didn’t say what they meantwhen a rabbit is caught by an inocent eagle’s clawthe spark of life is still there to reach for
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harmonica thoughts
I started playing harmonica at 15 yrs old. I only just found out I can tune it, replace reeds , keep it going forever it, maintain it. The number of harmonicas I threw away and bought new ones which were very often, also out tune or not in concert pitch. Now I find out I…
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Poem by Robert Desnos
Robert Desnos I’ve Dreamed of You So Much I’ve dreamed of you so much that you’re losing your reality. Is it already too late for me to embrace your living and breathing body and to kiss that mouth which is the birthplace of that voice so dear to me? I’ve dreamed of you so much…