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A free spirit in search of ultimate truth
I am inspired by the beauty and simplicity of nature. I am a painter working in acrylics on canvas and wood.
My paintings and poetry are composites of my impressions and experiences of the world around me. I have posted some of my poems and paintings for your
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Lower Life
Keeper' of the sun's blessings
another tribute to rain
virtuosos of design and artful disguise
an artist palette of colors
where elegance is mundane
Combined perhaps for answers to
questions stated and unstated
not yet imposed A virtual fountain of youth
a limb today and tomorrow
new skin all around
Why not bed scrapes
for those big queens
Can a dance really speak
Badger and fox what's between them
bird and Badger
is this really a cooperative search What compass for that Tern
Why so friendly this big fish
can't it see right through us
for one
who travels so far what is time
Is her armour
designed for survival or defense A mother bird defending her nest
All two ounce of indignant fury
What does she mean A Mere Cat's manner
unity a group defense
tactical diversion innate
can loyalty be a trait A balancing act that's hard to follow
The care and sacrifices
of the Male Penguin
could this be a plan,
What does
he know of hate.
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Anonymous As I look about the city street
surrounded from day to day
by hundreds of new faces
day to day, week to week
as I travel to work or play
I search for someone I know back home everyday I could always see
at least one familiar face
I wonder where is everyone I know
A lonely feeling sometimes creeps in
and I began to feel like a stranger just a family acquaintance, friend
or even a foe would do.
I began to wonder who are these
people and where are they from
but I dare not speak Patricia Maynard © 2001 | |
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 Flight of the Butterfly
by Patricia Maynard Sea shells of crystal pearls
rainbows of sunlight
demurely, rounded, plump and soft.
elusive disguise,
a caterpillar's resort Quickly, yet shadow soft,
with delicate flutters
an elegant beauty,
aloft
shimmering, shimmering
shimmering afar Rival not to its
bouquet of
friends
with light and gentle landings
Its true task begins This fancy prancer
brings
Sparks of life
And true delights
A natural shining star Patricia Maynard© 9-7-2000 | |
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Musixcal Art A compassionate blend and mix Universal emotional truth Illumination to bridge all void Affirmation of the natural order Reflected in the language of notes The art of music Patricia Maynard © 2003 | |
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Squeaky Sounds I heard a squeaky sound and turned around
to check but there was nothing there
nothing could be found that looked like
it could have made the peaky squeaky sound
I heard it again but still no trace Seconds later I saw shadow dart
so quickly I could only catch a fleeting glance
Hanging low down on the floor
It hugged the wall so tight
smooth like a sports car very near the door It rounded the corner in a blaze of speed
I was lucky just to see it appear
To my surprise
it was a tiny mouse
streaking soaking wet
his coat pressed tightly
down its little back Sure enough the story began to unfold
when I checked the dogs water bowl
I found it splashed
all over the floor I thought for a moment
and then decided
now that he's in
he'll bring more friends
but we don't need Decon here So I quickly boarded
up the door. Patricia Maynard © 2002 | |
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My Mother The colors of life reveal her Vibrant face Luxuriant as she turns with a warm glow to greet each day So gentle is her taste she sprinkles flowers in the most far away Trees to give life, an orchid, a rose Wild flowers for memories cast Melodies of the meadow lark and fragrances of a posy to even the most forbidden morass Birds fly in the hand of her sundials embrace Others follow the graceful etchings in the shadows of her face Waters fall and flow to the rhythms of her tides To wait in every nook Fruit for the sparrow and every hearth side She nourishes all from her ample brook Her summer breezes shower with a most unforgettable caress Crisp October winds accent the hour of her deep and brilliant dress She brings the quiet silence of freshly fallen snow To prepare and give reverence For new life is her very essence, the equanimity of balance her reason to restore At sunset golden ribbons of crimson's violet and cobalt's blue race to light the fire of her diamonds The circle of stars and moonlight who treasure her every face For all who follow her ways To protect and share To lead at bow In the darkest of night with abundant light her quiet unspoken vow To bridge, life's unspoken quest her most solemn pledge I salute and pay homage to you now for your infinite wisdom The beauty of your face And for your most tenacious reflections of God's sustaining Grace Patricia Maynard © 2002 | |
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Dinka Sky
Dinka Sky
A love beguiling, enchants me
The whisper of clouds
is all that I hear
the twinkle of stars
is all that is me As the dawning of twilight
brings violet blue pearls
spun from the softness of sunrise
Under the magic of sky Lakes of glass reflect my past
Where crystal rains breathes
life to all earth
blossoms of wind songs
blow kisses to rainbows
In bejeweled nights
warm shades of moonlight
embrace and shelter me Patricia Maynard © 2002 | |
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Preconception Preconceived notions often reality be. A sphere frequently unrelated to truth A thin dependable shell A circle in time A blanket woven, as all of invisible holes too often a hasty resolve,
a chosen shroud becomes a thoughtless solution Patricia Maynard © 2002 | |
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Anger
Harsh words seemed of anger
more often speak of pain Patricia Maynard © 2002
 the bird
 Cousin Charletta
Recognized symptoms of PTS and found that sex really is not love
 "The dance"
Tribute To A Felled Bird The tidings |
