A Simple Sunday featuring “Interweavings” by Miss Cecile Dufour!
Welcome!
Pleased to present to you:
Miss Cecile is a fantastic french artist who is not currently on Friendburst. She was originally scheduled for September 18, 2011, but there was a snafu. We are excited to have her on this month’s lineup
http://www.myspace.com/cecpaint
This Week’s FEatured Artwork
“Interweavings”
please use only this piece of art for your poetic inspiration

Be sure to credit the artist for her original artwork, especially those of you who will be formatting your poem onto her art.
Here is one to get you started:
I just noticed that this poem may seem like a bit of a downer, but it was meant as an empowering piece. I’ll be back tomorrow to check out the ink…
So, for now
Now…let’s get creative!



Beauty,unique piece of art ..Love the shades as each square changes:)
Interesting concept Richard! T/y for sharing!
Beautiful art work will see what I can come up wit in a bit !!!! Hugs
Ok I have to say sis excellent choice of art and Cecile bravo!

Thank you for the use of your art and I hope I do not embarrass you!
so many frames
so many names
evil deeds
forgiven pleads
forgotten places
even faces
bangen heads
blades… bald treads
whew..sewed up scares
left behind guitars
miles and miles on my old face
on my mirror that I disgraced
bitter tears that I have taste
in this core of me I waste
all them years of selfish haste
Wasted time with my grieving
Coming out of my Interweaving
Now I am at the Harvest moon
over and over
crimson and clover….
MM-2011
Such powerful artwork and eloquent poetry posted. Thanks so much to the artist for sharing her art with us.
BEAUTY IN THE FACE
Pictures and faces
I see many
All gathered in one place
Center is the one
Love is shared here
One can see
A warm place in the heart
Memory of ole and new
What can be better
Than to share
Lookin back you can see
These were put together by carin hands
Bits and piece of you and me
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————————————- © October 15 , 2o11
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In the red haze of a morphine haze
My past lovers come to visit me
in their haunting familiar ways
In my veins, all becomes spirit
They surround me in liquid forms
their forms tremblingly orbit
They whirl, bewitching and aglow
Let them into one another sink
Merging in a blood red flow
Of what was, what is, my dreams
lies become truth, fantasy, reality
And I can hear their steady pulse
Singing softly deep inside of me
:groovy:
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posted my second poem in wrong spot…sorry…delete it…
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If I could squish all the assholes I’ve known
Into a giant blender without a cover or lid
And turned that sucker on high full blown
I could paint the world a gorgeous bright red
Spinning swirling grating crunching away
chomp chomp into beautiful meaty chunks
And some baroque music would play
As the blender sprayed out bloody hunks
Red is the color of an asshole blended
Grrrrrrr whirrrr hummmana hum its ended
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Standing at the gates of hell watchin’ the flame
We all held hands and we sang kumbaya
Time to atone and accept our lives shame
One big sing along circle jerk and it’s Ta-ta
The end for me well it was was rather comical
I was in a New Orleans whore house in the quarter
And although the odds were simply astronomical
Seems My courtisan was a policemans daughter
I heard the crack of his thirty eight and all went red
Then I’m bareassed and blueballed outside in the snow
Looking at the fires of hell, I must be insane or, or, or,dead
As others apeared shivering in fear and cold by the firey glow
We all held hands and waited for the opening of hells gate
Talking, cursing, and some fools who were belatedly praying
Me I thought of my future and began to uncontrolably urinate
When what should apear but a jolly fat man and he was saying
All you sad pathetic bastards will be my new elves down in hell
So ho ho ho you sinners take your buckets and grab a bell
Collect the tears from all the bad and evil little shits
We gotta wring them sinners dry and fill up the river styx
Well, tell Ruth & Naomi I said Hi, and I wont be seein’ them any time soon!!
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Stuck in a blood red frame.
Faces all around calling my name.
I can’t escape this rift of rage.
Bones and crones drifting my way.
There are some faces here to pray.
Some are here for they lost there way.
I’m lost in emotion I will not stay.
Uncaged me from this pain of a frame.
Stages of past should of floated away.
But in my heart their here to stay.
Memories pour down blood stained surround .
I’m left in a bound.
My soul can no longer be found.
Saying Bloody Mary three times
Never really got all same lines
Looking in the mirror of the same sin
Did it really get under your skin
Was it any prouder yelling even any louder
Shaken off that dirty shit off your shoes
when you knew you would walk over that shit again?
Seeing all then angels looking all around you in all them
Clouds around you… and you know your gonna hafta see um soon
And get your shit together and get the Bloody Mary in the Mirror
Ready Cause She’s gonna have to face the lady in the middle…..
Really enjoyed all these writes! Been a busy weekend getting the garden harvested, but here is a quick one! 🙂 :love:
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