Contemporary

Cleansing Waters

Water
The foundation of life
God uses it to cover the earth
Which he continues to punish and to bless
Adam, Noah, Abraham, Moses, John and beyond
All harnessed its power to bless and to cleanse
To Jews and Gentiles alike Cleansing Waters are a blessing from God Perhaps we should be thankful more for what we share than what we condemn

Looking beyond

Today we work
As we have worked day by day
To the fields in the rivers
Work that life asks us to do
But you are always with me
Though a load you may be
Staring past where we are now
What do you see?
Off in the distance past this life
Hope you and me

WatchingThe Parade

Children
Our link with the future
The parade of history records our deeds
What shall they be:
Holocaust, Hiroshima, Sarajevo, Ethiopia
Or the world tomorrow
Where lion and lamb lay down together
Choices cowme blessings and curses
Let us watch the parade as children
With hope and not shame

Monterey morning

Fish mixed with mist
Boats on the water
Nets drawn,fishermen stirring
Sunrise dances with the horizon
Colors mixed with morning coffee
Senses awake
Time to paint

The Mongolian Sheepherder

Sheep
Created one by one
The Shepherd watches over them all
Hoping not one is lost
Each one knows the Shepherd’s voice
Many follow
A few run astray
Yet the Shepherd maintains harmony
He will leave the many and risk all to save the few
He is not willing that any should perish
The life of a Shepherd
Frozen in time

Russian Village

The Russians
Bold, proud, enduring survivors.
Survivors of Napoleon, Hitler, Lenin and Stalin
But more than survivors.
Triumph distilled with the crucible of suffering
The fire that burns them does not destroy them
The cold that stops an army does not quench the fire
The fire that burns forges itself in Russia’s art, music and dance.
Even the Communists could not instill mediocrity.
The Russian Village stands independent for the whole world to see.
Battered yet standing like the sage.
Who has left more after leaving this earth?

Two by Two

Turn by turn
Together we toil
Through trials and troubles
The turnbuckles connect us
The ties are terse
But ropes also protect us
Till tomorrow’s sun sets

Misty With Wine

Misty came and misty played
She played a model in shades of blue
She played a still life captured with wine
She played a nude for which there is no rhyme
She played with your senses
But innocent she remained
And I have already written of her
And there is not much more to say
To paint her was extraordinary
Misty was her name

End of the Day

First catch at sunset
As the sun slowly fades
But chores still abound us
At the end of the day
Mend the net clean the gear
Before the sun sets
Yet most important
Bring dinner
For the family still waits.

Anastasia

Anastasia Anastasia
The bell of the ball
World champion dancer
To sit for us all
No dancing or music
The painting hangs on the wall
But a look full of beauty
Is captured for all

Undecided

Undecided is morning
Undecided the mood
Undecided what day brings
Undecided fully clothed
She begins the day
Calling our hearts
If no one paints her
There would be great loss
Mornings are gone
But this paintings stands
Decided in the end

Mira

Mira Mira on the wall
Dancing with a partner
And competes with them all
But after the festivals
A time far removed
We rest with our comrades
And just enjoy the view.

Sailboats Past

Once graced the seas
The Mayflower majestic
Now relics of history
That sails were not fast or strong enough was
Obvious to all
But beautiful
Something in the wind calls
Grown men choose sail over oil
What do they see
The intangible things that make men free

Docked By The Water

Docked by the water
No one is there
The cargo is empty
But the artist sees fun
The painting begun
Painting feelings seen
No one is there matters not
Artist is there fun at the dock

Chores at Sunset

Over my shoulder
The sun sheds its light
A peaceful reminder
Of God’s gift of sight
To treasure the moment
Is to partake of the gift
Of life everlasting
Beauty fit for a king

Two Together

Two Together
Together we two
In the water
On the land
Sometimes hand in hand
Childhood is precious
To share with a friend
Memories we cherish
As we age to the end

Colorado Landscape

Colorado colors
Blue and green and red
Sprinkled thru the mountains
As springtime sheds it’s whites
Leaves have yet to grow
But flowers bloom anew
Waiting for more sunlight
As summer sets the stage

Colorado Colors

With palette and paint around
Colorado colors abound
Majestic mountains
Fill the grounds
Artist venture to be
Beyond the city for all to see
Trees in the foreground
Clouds rise beyond
A day spent in nature
With palette and paint around

Portrait by Jove

Portrait by Jove
Framed in gold
A princess awaits us
Captured in a pose
The artist defines her
In innocence clothed
With the hand of her mother
To guide her as she goes

Tuscany

Tuscany Tuscany
Italian thru and thru
Birthplace of the renaissance
Art beginning anew
Many travelled streets
Subjects for the eye
Captured by an artist
To span the space of time.

Quiet Conversations

Quiet conversations
Throughout the world are they
This one after tea time
Two friends forevermore
What is said is not important
But feelings set the mood
Whether tea or coffee or dinner
Company is paramount between two

Over my shoulder

Over my shoulder
The sun sheds its light
A peaceful reminder
Of God’s gift of sight
To treasure the moment
Is to partake of the gift
Of life everlasting
Beauty fit for a king

Sitting At The Diner

Sitting at the diner
Two sitting in the back
Balanced by the loneliness
One sitting in the front
Empty chairs are found
Balanced everyday
Paintings see what’s left unseen
But do we see what’s really seen?

Abstract City

Abstract city arises
Above waterways mist
Reaching to the heavens
The buildings fade in praise
Boats travail their courses
As business must be done
But don’t ignore the beauty
Surrounding what must become.