Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

wonderful composition
feels like a pastel piece of art
in chalk

dogsitting
an unfamiliar animal
helping out
while the owner deals with a heavy load
there is nothing light about cancer
a chance to bond
a chance to observe
the woods is a healthy place
for animals and men

perpetual jamming is a gift set out in a digital playground a welcoming place to express any and all thoughts...... oh Wireman of the Stars how could you have known you created an eternal message board but, your simple contribution endures, despite the loss of poets for whatever reason the task fall...

Gaza has shown us
it's no longer an eye for an eye
a mere eye isn't enough anymore
no, we must wipe them all
off of the map

coffee is like a good friend she comes to visit in the morning when you need a little push.... that's what friends are for, you need her perhaps it may be one of your closest relationships, and she comes because it's important to you she never overstays her welcome she habitually loves you and you c...

tragically sad, truth no longer is important to a large slice of the world No Sir, give me spectacle and the biggest lies you can invent because I forgot how to read, forgot how to care, forgot the reasons why autocracy is a bad thing it'a zero sum game played by psychopathic pretenders with orange ...

Once I got a call from a guy I had trusted who left town owing me a lot of money. This was 10 years later.....he says to me, I'm passing through, and was wondering if i could stay at your place for a couple of days.....to me that took some beachball sized balls.....but apparently he felt he was enti...

steep climb from the Little Gunpowder winding switchbacks my trusty stick helping propulsion to a magic spot above the abandoned quarry all the marble of use long gone I sit on the ground, see a working farm miles away as hawk soars above his lunch a panaorama of trees growing sideways at times from...

Enjoyed your take. as always
you have a most keen eye that sees
beyond the obvious roy.....
thanx for the concerns
the future is probably more
up in the air than ever before
but the warrior has seen many battles
and is not afraid to test his mettle

white gray ash for sky
water only on the ground
puddles up empty clouds

hiking to the top my boots know the way and each subtle landmark is an old friend limbs no different than the arms of my loved ones the curves of the trail like the enticing lines of a woman's hips these paths I know so well and I grow excited recalling what lies in store, I'm here to visit with old...

rain eased into night
gray blanket wrung out in waves
still the open window