"Caught in the lament tides of a bird, an outpour rain of maroon blood, when a peacock spreads its wings abroad and hisses its chalk-colored eyes at the sky" . ~Anthony Liccione
Flowing Feathers Tucked angel wings stained with orchid tears, enshroud a forgotten warrior whose headdress weeps onto sacred plains. His ancient feet punch the soft amber earth rhythmic; offered with gracious chants that float aloft toward the nothing that is everything . ~Angela Goughnour
"Forsake the game, Before somebody else, That's not my trait, I gonna fight it back, on this green golf land
My night is over now, I'm up on rise again, Gonna put you all behind in game You know,I'm still THE BEST" . ~ Dhaval Vadgama
He carries in his wallet This portrait of his mistress Who inspires his devotion And weekend sunrise rendezvous The harlot betrays him And he still loves her With stick-shattering passion And feeds her endless hunger With his Titleist . ~ Brandy Stoner
"In Rain, a call to sleep content, between the water’s soft lament of dripping thoughts and candles weep, some puddles form on floors beneath
A splash or two, outside between the storms. bright flashes in my dreams awake a sense, but not today. it seems to nice to sleep this way." . -Robert Henry EXOTIC DREAMS (2005) Size: 17" X 21"
"Show me the Sun in pieces arrayed, Show me the night in their shadows displayed. Tomorrow will come and whole, once again, The Sun will shine brighter, its pieces to mend." . ~Amanda G. Fullington
