Thursday, October 31, 2019

LIFE - by John George Williams - Canada




LIFE

by John George Williams - Canada



Evenings will pass,
mornings will come
whether sunshine or clouds,
life will make its'presence known.
Whatever we as mortals are feeling,
whatever good or indifferent is happening,
We are all here as an integral part,
the spectators and observers
of the passing of life,elements and seasons.
Continuing gracefully forward
we become by our own will
to be silenced and speechless
yet humbled by such power
of the awesome spectacle of life.
Despite all its' rawest forms
we must inhale its'essence,
we must see to glorify its'truth,
we must feel its' tangible presence
so life may guide us safely
on its' unmeasureable journey.










A FRAGRANCE ALL ITS OWN - by Nancy Ellen Crossland









A  FRAGRANCE  ALL  ITS  OWN

by Nancy Ellen Crossland


Scents of summer roses fade into a fond memory
Lilies lemon yellow
Jasmine intoxicating
Floating on winds of yesterday's folly


Autumn's scent is unique
No other season may compare;
Mingled in moss and morning dew
Golden leaves pressed upon the ground
Create patterns of stepping stones
Paths newly found


Not the whisper of summer's breeze
Fragrance of dampened woods
Russet falling leaves
Invigorating, awakening
Blends of eucalyptus,oak and elm
Embrace us in a potpourri of scents
'Tis autumn's amber welcome!











THE LONELY RED MAPLE - by Linda Bates Terrell





THE  LONELY  RED  MAPLE

by  Linda Bates Terrell


One bare tree stands alone
Near the sky its branches soar
My yard is it's anual throne
I admire at it from my door
With it's red leaves falling fast
Each one from it parts not to last
Yet I hunger for the days gone past
As its glory was bright and full
Tomorrow I will gaze upon it again
Somehow now it seems so sad and dull
As within it winter flows cold as sin
















FALL LEAVES IN THE COUNTRY - by Andrew N.






FALL  LEAVES  IN  THE  COUNTRY  

by Andrew N.



The next sight that I saw
was no ordinary sight.
It kept me up
all day
and all night.
It was flaming red leaves,
with a hint of gold on each one.

It seemed to me,
the country leaves
couldn't get enough attention.
They looked so shiny,
grazing back and forth
in the windy light.

Soon will come winter
with another beautifull sight.










TEARS OF SEPTEMBER - by Nancy Ellen Crossland







TEARS  OF  SEPTEMBER

by  Nancy Ellen Crossland



September weeps;
Its tears fall now
On August's leaves
Curled in cocoons
Brown, dry
Spent from summer's heat
Blistered memories
They rest in heaps

September weeps;
Though not in loss
Of season
For the golden days await
Explosion of autumn!
A cornucopia of hues
Scarlet, russet, orange
Gold;
Tears of joy in welcoming
Such beauty to behold











LEAVES - by Lee Emmett


LEAVES

by Lee Emmett -  Australia


We stare, transfixed, immortalised in time.
Across the great divide you lie in peaceful solitude
while I mingle, single-minded amongst noisy multitudes crowding the pavement.


Feet shuffle against yellow, red and brown crackling leaves
scattered and battered beneath boots of ruddy leather


Our last words were spoken before the blistering heat of summer
cut a swathe in the golden paddocks.
Hot winds blew unruly hair, parched lips waited for the blessing
of a clearing shower

I never imagined a separation of souls:
yours in the next world,
mine lingering at the threshold,
longing for you to return to my side,
to clasp my waiting hand.

A salty tang cuts a streaky path to my mouth.
Tears come now; they drop silently to hide
in the wasteland of leaves which other feet will crush with indifference.


I move on towards the next memory
of seasons spent together.






AUTUMN BEAUTY - by Westly Alexander Shaw





AUTUMN  BEAUTY

by Westly Alexander Shaw


Leaves in Mother Natures Fall fashion colors of
Red
Yellow
Orange
Purple
Brown
Soon will be floating silently to the ground.
Forming a carpet, as if fine tapestry.
Each leaf is one of a kind, adding to the design.
Sparkling as if Diamonds, with morning dewdrops.
That when I made my Autumn wish. That a cool wind
will whisk them away into my neighbors yard.
No leaves to rake, makes for a pleasant Fall day.









Tuesday, October 29, 2019

THE ELFIN KNIGHT - Old Ballad Retold




The autumn wind blew sharp and shrill around the turrets of a grey stone castle. But indoors the fire crackled merrily in my lady’s bower where an old nurse was telling a tale of Elfland to Janet, the fairest of Scotch maidens.

When the story was finished, Janet’s merry laugh echoed through the halls. The old nurse nodded her head earnestly and said, “’Tis well known, my lassie, that the people of Elfland revel in the hills and hollows of Scotland. Come close, and I’ll tell you a secret.”

Janet leaned forward, and the old woman whispered, “An Elfin Knight, named Tam Lin, haunts the moorland on the border of your father’s estate. No maiden dares venture near the enchanted place, for if she should fall under the spell of this Elfin Knight she would be obliged to give him a precious jewel for a ransom.”

“One glimpse of the Elfin Knight would be worth the rarest gem I have,” laughed Janet. “How I wish I could see him!”

“Hush-sh!” said her nurse tremblingly. “Nay, nay, my lady! Mortals should have nothing to do with the people of Elfland. By all means shun the moorland at this time of the year, for to-morrow is Hallowe’en, the night when the fairies ride abroad.”

But the next morning Janet bound her golden braids about her head, kilted up her green kirtle, and tripped lightly to the enchanted moorland. When she came near she saw lovely flowers blooming as gaily as if it were mid-summer time. She stooped to gather some of the roses when suddenly she heard the faintest silvery music. She glanced around, and there, riding toward her, was the handsomest knight she had ever seen. His milk-white steed, which sped along lighter than the wind, was shod in silver shoes, and from the bridle hung tiny silver bells.

When the knight came near, he sprang lightly from his horse and said, “Fair Janet, tell me why you pluck roses in Elfland?”

The maiden’s heart beat very fast, and the flowers dropped from her hands, but she answered proudly, “I came to see Tam Lin, the Elfin Knight.”

“He stands before you,” said the knight. “Have you come to free him from Elfland?”

At these words Janet’s courage failed, for she feared he might cast a spell over her. But when the knight saw how she trembled, he said, “Have no fear, Lady Janet, and you shall hear my story. I am the son of noble parents. One day, when I was a lad of nine years, I went hunting with my father. Now it chanced that we became separated from each other, and ill-luck attended me. My good horse stumbled, and threw me to the ground where I lay stunned by the fall. There the Fairy Queen found me, and carried me off to yonder green hill. And while it is pleasant enough in fairyland, yet I long to live among mortals again.”

“Then why do you not ride away to your home?” asked Janet.

“Ah, that I can not do unless some fair maiden is brave enough to help me. In three ways she must prove her courage. First she must will to meet me here in the enchanted moorland. That you have done,” declared the knight. Then he stopped, and looked pleadingly at Janet. All her fear vanished, and she asked, “In what other ways must the maiden show her courage?”

“She must banish all fear of him. That, too, you have done,” said the knight.

“Tell me the third way, Tam Lin, for I believe I am the maid to free you.”

“Only my true love can prove her courage in the third way, fair Janet.”

And the maiden answered, “I am thy true love, Tam Lin.”

“Then heed what I say, brave lady. To-night is Hallowe’en. At the midnight hour, the Fairy Queen and all her knights will ride abroad. If you dare win your true love, you must wait at Milescross until the Fairy Queen and her Elfin Knights pass. I shall be in her train.”

“But how shall I know you among so many knights, Tam Lin?” then asked Lady Janet.

“I shall ride in the third group of followers. Let the first and second companies of the Fairy Queen pass, and look for me in the third. There will be only three knights in this last company; one will ride on a black horse, one on a brown, and the third on a milk-white steed,” said the knight, pointing to his horse. “My right hand will be gloved, Janet,” he continued, “but my left hand will hang bare at my side. By these signs you will know me.”

“I shall know you without fail,” nodded Janet.

“Wait, calmly, until I am near you, then spring forward and seize me. When the fairies see you holding me they will change my form into many shapes. Do not fear, but hold me fast in your arms. At last I shall take my human form. If you have courage enough to do this, you will free your true love from the power of the fairies.”

“I have courage enough to do all that you say,” declared Janet. Then they sealed this promise with a kiss, and parted.

Gloomy was the night, and eerie was the way to Milescross. But Janet threw her green mantle about her shoulders, and sped to the enchanted moorland. All the way she said to herself over and over, “On this Hallowe’en at midnight I shall free my true love, Tam Lin, from Elfland.”

At Milescross she hid herself and waited. How the wind from the sea moaned across the moorland! Presently she heard a merry tinkling sound of far-off music, and in the distance she saw a twinkling light dancing forward. Janet could hear her heart beat, but there she stood, undaunted. The Fairy Queen and her train were riding forth. In the lead of her first merry company of knights and maids of honour rode the beautiful queen, whose jeweled girdle and crown flashed in the darkness. The second group passed quickly, and now came three knights in a third group. One rode on a black horse, one on a brown, and there came the milk-white steed last of all. Janet could see that one hand of the rider was gloved, and one hung bare at his side. Then up leaped the maiden. Quickly she seized the bridle of the milk-white [Pg 305]steed, pulled the rider from his horse, and threw her green mantle around him. There was a clamour among the Elfin Knights, and the Fairy Queen cried out, “Tam Lin! Tam Lin! Some mortal has hold of Tam Lin, the bonniest knight in my company!”

Then the strangest things happened. Instead of Tam Lin, Janet held in her arms a bearded lion, which struggled mightily to get away. But she remembered the knight’s warning. “Hold me fast, and fear me not.”

The next moment she held a fire-breathing dragon, which almost slipped from her, but she tightened her grasp, and thought of Tam Lin’s words. The dragon changed to a burning bush, and the flames leaped up on all sides, but Janet stood still and felt no harm. Then in her arms she held a branching tree, filled with blossoms. And at last Tam Lin, her own true love, stood there.

When the Fairy Queen saw that none of her enchantments could frighten Janet, she cried out angrily, “The maiden has won a stately bridegroom who was my bonniest knight. Alas! Tam Lin is lost to Elfland.”

On into the darkness rode the fairy train. Tam Lin and Lady Janet hastened back to the grey stone castle. There, in a short time, a wedding feast was prepared, and Tam Lin, who was really a Scottish Earl, and Lady Janet, the bravest maid in Scotland, were married.


Ивонн Гилберт Ивонн Гилберт (1950-) был британским иллюстратором с середины 1970-х годов. Ее подробные, увлекательные работы широко используют цветные карандаши в качестве ее наиболее часто используемой среды. Ее работа была заказана для ведущих издателей, в частности ...




SILENCE - by Clevia Liz Bedeau - Trinidad





SILENCE

by  Clevia  Liz  Bedeau -  Trinidad



In the midst of silence
regret feeds,
devours my soul and
churns my conscience.
Simple things,
desires that caused me bother
You ask of me to share with you my time ?
Putrid thoughts of me
complicate my living
whilst my soul laments
the loss of smiles
of love, of you.


Amidst the silence
Guilt begins
to fill my lungs.
I gasp for truth
and rue each waking moment.
The void
has brought me clarity
Does clarity beget absolution ?
but time slips by and
yet still I mourn
The loss of smiles
of love, of you.









Monday, October 28, 2019

JESUS HELGUERA - PAINTINGS



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Jesús Helguera (May 28, 1910 – December 5, 1971) was a Mexican painter.

Jesús Enrique Emilio de la Helguera Espinoza was born to Spanish economist Alvaro Garcia Helguera and Maria Espinoza Escarzaga on May 28, 1910 in Chihuahua, Mexico. He lived his childhood in Mexico City and later moved to Córdoba in the state of Veracruz. His family fled from the Mexican Revolution to Ciudad Real, Castilla la Nueva, Spain and thereafter moved to Madrid. Jesús first gained interest in the arts during primary school and would often be found wandering the halls of the Del Prado Museum. At the age of 14, he was admitted to the Escuela Superior de Bellas Artes and later studied at the Academia de San Fernando. Helguera later married Julia Gonzalez Llanos, a native of Madrid, who modeled for many of his later paintings and with whom he raised two children. 

Jesús first worked as an illustrator at the Editorial Araluce working on books, magazines and comics with many of his published works done in gouache. He became a professor of visual arts at a Bilboa Art Institute at the age of 18 and worked for magazines such as Estampa. Helguera was forced to move back to the Mexican state of Veracruz due to the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War and following economic crisis. Upon his arrival, mural making was en vogue and he was hired by Cigarrera la Moderna, a tobacco company, to produce calendar artwork printed by Imprenta Galas de Mexico. Much of his work reflected his own fascination with Aztec Mythology, Catholicism, pin-up girls and the diverse Mexican landscape. His paintings showed an idealized Mexico and it was his romantic approach that gave his paintings the heroic impact that eventually made him famous. In 1940, he created what is arguably the most famous amongst his paintings, La Leyenda de los Volcanes, which was inspired by the legend of Popocatépetl and Iztaccíhuatl. It was later purchased by Ensenanza Objectiva, a producer of didactic images for schools. Many of his paintings would later be reproduced in a variety of different calendars and cigar boxes reaching households and businesses throughout Mexico. 

Helguera continued to paint privately and illustrate for various clients until his death on December 5, 1971. Jesus Helguera continues to be celebrated in Mexico, Spain and the United States. 



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Saturday, October 26, 2019

BECAUSE OF YOU - by Rick Rowlison


BECAUSE  OF YOU

by Rick  Rowlison




Because of you I am alive
Because of you I am free
Because of you I can smile
Because of you I can laugh
Because of you I can dream
Because of you I can sleep
Because of you I am strong
Because of you I have a life
Because of you I am cared for
Because of you I am filled with joy
Because of you I am needed
Because of you I am happy
Because of you I am loved
All of this and more is because of you
That’s why I LOVE YOU so