Simple Sunday Goes More Mature With Featured Artist Gyurka!
This week we are featuring yet another stunning artistic creation by the Romanian artist who goes by the name gyurka.
Let your muse loose and see what it can learn to see in this picture!
Please also read and comment artfully on your fellow Pals’ muses’ musings.
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SHE’S GOING OLD by gyurka
Good evening and welcome everyone! We hope this unusual image stirs your muse to write something to be truly proud of
My apologies for the poor centering etc. Every computer user’s nightmare! I dropped an entire cup of coffee on my laptop this morning – I mean freakishly ALL over it! and now it is dead. My other older one has inconveniently developed a black screen, so I am using a cheap 10 inch which I cannbot figure out how to adjust and which refuses to show the scrolling bars so I could center etc. properly. I’ll be in the market for a new laptop tomorrow!
SHES GOING OLD by gyurka
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RUNNING OUTTA TIME
Time aint
On my side
Fishin for time
It does so fast
The more the clock
Ticks the less
Time be
Tick tock
Goes the clock
No body knows
Not even me
Yet it tick
Time for you
No time for me
Lord lord
Please stop the time
Winkles do follow me
Grey I do see
White aint
Far behind
Use to look so young
Now see me turn
Faster than
The wind
Can ever blow
Time in a bottle
Wont save me
If only I had time
Just what would I do
Time time
Time on my side
The song goes
But still not enough
Time slowly
Walkin me down
In a miniature
Second
They do fly
Grow
Growin ole
Is the me
Baby fat day
Are long gone
Age of enc en all but gone wit the wing
Age of old gotta hold of me
Even the angels
Look so meet
Satan lookin his best
God we never seen
And the me
So runnin outta time
Count down
One two
Three
The end of the me
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————- © September o8 , 2o12
TIMELESS BEAUTY
As black crows pick upon the beach,
the hourglass stays out of reach.
Time, untouchable though free,
will alter figure all can see.
Then the youth taken for granted,
understands that time was slanted.
If only wisdom arrived early,
preservation would work, surely.
Superficial thoughtfulness
which may bring not much more, but less.
Preserve the youth which lies within!
Your world will long retain its spin!
Copyright September 8th 2012 RGD
SHE’S GOING OLD by gyurka
Flashing In Front Of Me
My life is flashing in front of me
I look at all I did
Wishing I could go back or be rid
For pain took ahold making me feel old no longer a kid
My body with nerves twinching making me witching
Not knowing what the future holds as older wishing
Unable to go back redo tears falling my hands shaking missing
Missing all too young took so, much for granted rich then
Knew ones were in my life for a reason to be with or be without
When all at once hands drop tears I show
One takes ahold of me slow
I feel a warmth within flow
All pain from past released my body felt an inner glow
Knowing all has past for it was part of my journey making be whole
Learning as love grows beauty in life for all to share know
Gain Through Loss
In the warm bell jar of youth
a kinder hourglass held hopeful truth.
Contrived world of contentment and surety
nurturing family allowing in no insecurity
School and career and leaving the fold,
failed romance along the way
Skeptical now love has lost its hold
out in the world and out of control –
Will there come a better day?
Tears shed over lost innocence,
lessons learned at one’s expense
at last things better understood
the ups and downs of personhood –
Learn from them and make life good.
Angelino
9/9/12
Fascinating and provocative art to ponder today. Will ponder and be back later on after church and orchestra. So sorry about your laptop. Yes, a nightmare indeed. Greetings and Happy Sunday to All from Southern California. :love: :love: :love:
Sorry hearin bout your laptop drinkin your coffee last nite Bob .. 🙄 💡 Art work had me so into me for gotts ta say hope gitts fit are better yet git new one .. Knows the feelin of lost computer me have had me share of lost in the times … :love: :love:
This wonderful artwork today evoked more of a response from my heart
than an actual interpretation of the painting . . . .
WITH EACH NEW DAY
My steps might
not at first appear
quite as nimble
or quite as quick
as they once used to be
so very long ago
and far away;
and my eyes may not be
quite as sharp
as they once were
when I was a child
of four or three.
But I know who I am
and where and why;
and growing older
certainly doesn’t
cause me to fret
or make me cry.
For there is still
that child in me
who sees summer rainbows
as they arch across the sky;
the child who dances
among the flowers
with the butterflies
in the gardens of spring.
That child resides
within this heart still
and loves this life
and always will.
I can still dream big dreams
and smile a big smile
and have fun
while taking each day
one step at a time.
And as my steps take me
through each new day,
I can hear
the words you say
and read the pages
of your heart
as clearly now
as I could
yesterday.
And each new day
continues to find me
exactly where I am,
in the Present,
in the Now
and doing the best I can,
living each moment as it is,
while treasuring the memories
of what’s forever in the past;
with an eye toward the future
and two feet on the ground
and looking in the mirror
at the one who
over time has become
my own best friend.
For in my mind,
age is a state of mind,
simply a number,
a speck of hourglass sand,
and not the measure
of who I am.
(c) barbara kausteklis 9-9-12
with time some things are lost and some are gained. these heartfelt lines make it felt that time is on our side and i want to be in this time.
Hello everyone! Here is my contribution and have a fabulous week!
TIME WIZARD
While Dorothy’s clothes were in the wash,
she saw in hourglass shaped like squash,
the consequence of witch’s curse
which witch said no one could reverse.
Sand ran through pinched passageway,
her final ending on its way.
Head in her hands, she looked away,
expecting this was her last day.
Then in the bottom there appeared
a vision which soon greatly cheered.
Herself, immersed and barely free,
swam among the weeds and kree,
tickled and quite stimulated
till she forgot what witch had fated.
When the witch which cursed returned
The hourglass broke, the water burned.
The witch reshaped as though smelted.
Dot became chastitiy belted.
Came a cropper through the keyhole
shapened on a forge by B-coal
by an expert timepiece maker
who longed to be her cherry taker.
Thus our story’s happy ending
keys up time by some mind bending.
Imagination’s world set right
by poet’s stanzas’ guiding light.
Copyright September 9th 2012 RGD
Time slipping through her hands.
She has so many worries .
Sand seeps has her spirit swims.
In this life she will try to win.
Covered eyes out of ideals but still thinking hard has hell.
In her mind she is sinking to the bottom.
Tears form together making a puddle in her hand.
Because she cant overcome the lost of love, money and luck.
The heart tells the pain from in her head.
A world misunderstood .
Moments caught in waterfalls tides.
And life she just knows to keep trying.