Poetry

The Poets Story

Sandra Banks, lives in Manchester, England, in a small town called Clayton. She is a single mother of four girls, whom is currently enrolled in college to pursue a career in artitic design. She has many interest that include poetry, fine arts, and sculpture. Sandra, has always felt the need to express herself not only through art, but through her poetic writing, to express her creative nature.

The Old tree

Dig up the roots of that old tree
look down into the tunnel, I left behind
you will see the chains, where I broke free
Look very hard and you may find
my life, my story, that is untold
a crumbling life, full of decay and mold
but I clawed my way through the dirt and grime
through the stench and mud, towards another time
with hands reaching out through the shoots
new life is now growing from its roots
Its growth had now been regenerated
the life before, is no more, had been incinerated
and out if its ashes a phoenix flew
with wings outstretched, to start anew
with eyes that are now, opened wide
the life before, is no more, has died
although my past is there for all to see
buried deep underneath the roots, of that
Old Tree!

Poetry by
Sandra Banks
copyrighted property© 2009

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The Wind Of Change (Poem & Art)

The wind of change has begun, in this land of the golden sun. The gossip shall blow, out of control in this town of glitter and gold.
Who shall take hold, of these demanding polls, the young or the old?

Claims foretell of many whispering tails, of the contender being the pretender.
There will be one winner, who will not surrender The Tonight Show Splendor. So let the games unfold, one will be knocked out cold, and the winner shall take hold. Thick is the skin of those who dare to be so bold, in this town of Oscar gold.

Poem & Art
by Sylvia Pekarek
copyrighted property© 2010
(conan obrien & jay leno)

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Marc Doutherd is a modern day renaissance artist, and poet. A master of all visual art forms. He started creating images on outside surfaces at the age of 5, using charcoal on concrete. Marc can render an image on any surface, with any medium, from photo realism, free hand, to abstract. There seems to be no limitation in terms of his creative ability. His artistic disciplines include Lithography, illustration, painting, graphic design, leather work, jewelry making, tanning, sculpture, glass blowing, musical instrument making, and music writing and composition. Marc has recieved notoriety for his art. He has participated in several International Art Competitions. Marc is Seminole Indian, and is currently working on advocacy work on behalf of Native American concerns, finishing on a Jazz cd, which he produced wrote and performs all instruments, and he is also finishing 23 very large paintings for a show to be presented to the world in Paris, France.

                                  In Pursuit Of....

                   In pursuit of heavenly place,
                                                I forsake all that would cause me,
                                                                  The benefits of what is normal,
                                                To endure a constant chaos.
                   In pursuit of divine perfection,
                                                 I give up any chance of sanity,
                                                                   Walking through true hardships,
                                                 Self inflicted insanity surrounds me.
                   In pursuit of Master's peace,
                                                  I weep, and beg for the timeless sleep
                                                                    I am held on the course,destiny
                                               of sleepless days and endless nights, I weep.
                   In pursuit of the Eternal Honor,
                                                   Bringing to light and into view
                                                                     These pieces of Art that speak,
                                                    A truth undeniable, and without voice,
                    A thought so loud it shatter's ignorance, Lies, and falsehood.
                                                     Beautiful is the truth of a bullet,
                                                                       To the head,
                                                     Lights out, of an artist's truth,
                                                     Never before held in view,
                                                                Tell a Truth,
                                                      Thats what I do.

By Marc Doutherd

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The Magic Globe

Step into a world of a shaken blizzard.
In this globe you will feel the magic of the wizard.
He set's this world apart from the frantic..
You will find a world of the romantic.
A world of such magic, it will surge in your veins, can it make you insane?
Through the travel in your veins, might this cause you some pain, to reach your brain.
You ponder into this platform of thought, will you feel caught?
You will feel your heart grow, how does anyone really know, when you feel this flow.
The story goes, together you and I are locked in this land of snow.
To discover the meaning of what makes the heart aglow.
So we wait for the winter storm to be gone.
Soon it will be dawn, will this lingering magic be gone?
We imagine the future to be here, in a land that seems so unclear.
We follow the flow in this land of snow.
We continue the path to follow what is true.
The unrealistic moment will not do.
If we falter, it can cause our destiny to be altered.
This decision will make us hollow, and we will feel so deeply sallow.

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