– Ugly Donald by Barry
– Ugly Barry by Donald
– Pig-Snake-Ant and Duck-Shark by Barry
– Heron-Turtle by Donald (dotted line shows leg extension)
Happy Birthday Mom
Happy Birthday Mom!
Its kind of a strange card, but it popped into my head so I went with it.
– D
Happy Birthday Diana
Lord of the Rings Poetry Continued
Barry O’Keefe
Twunce wuz a wiz. Call ‘im Sharkey.
From high towers he shouted malarkey.
But the hobz up’n shoved ‘im,
Even squirmtung unloved ‘im
Thus concluding his crupt oligarchy.
Lord of the Rings Limericks: Please add your own in comments
There once was a wizard named Gandalf,
Who fought the Dark Lord to a stand off,
Then the lad from the shire,
Brought the ring to the fire,
But Gollum bit poor Frodo’s hand off.
Vermice poem.
Vermice’s wrath is like hiccups;
it flutters in the buttercups.
Vermice’s ire is like Lufrane;
it runs and then it runs again.
Vermice’s mad is like Vermom’s;
it scorns Verdad but never harms.
Vermice’s anger is like mine;
its good or bad, but never fine.
Sandwich
Waiting for a veal parmesan sandwich.
Overcome with anticipation.
I drum my fingers while I wait.
It will probably be disappointing.
It arrives.
It’s not disappointing.
It is a delicious expression of everything good.
Bread.
Cheese.
Sauce.
Meat.
I am rejuvenated.
Invigorated.
Life is a joy.
For me.
For the baby cow?
Not so much.
John Keats, Trash Blasters
Closely-orbiting O’Keefe satellite Lee B recently recommended I read a Keats poem about fall, so I did and then I decided to write a poem. I’m hoping it will help me exorcise out of my brain some words and stuff that I have trouble not thinking about. Enjoy.
The poem:
Negative zone daemonic hellscape riven with darkly pupating fist-smasher insectoid ravening biscuit-whifflers, bustling with eleven elven men stabbing your soul drinking the lemon-squinted drubble drink pouring out of your eyes, landing on a pad of green green grasses, waving in the windy wind while your white wallephant wails for whiskered wandering witch warrens, teeming with troubled toe tasters. Sudden shock, bursting your brain, washing your spectral dream place with acidic slime molds, seeping into every nook and cracky cranny, fusing your space holes free of webbed molecule breathing hostile bandit crafters, caustic sportsmen hammering away at the dogs of war, whipping away at the horses of sin, thrashing away at the donkeys of disdain, erasing the last remnants of spectral final tornado pulsars, turbid washboard eclipse spaniard potion doctor fraught pastor last distracting trash blaster stratus flashes burning your iris, papyrus inscribed with the diets of pirates.
Observe the Hand Closed
Rescued from eternal obscurity, mixed into a page of notes from a Soviet History class from 3 years ago, while unpacking boxes.
Observe the hand closed:
Pointer like an eye shut,
Fingers like puppies in a bed,
Thumb like a hand over the eyes,
Nails like faces trying to hide,
Knuckles an arched back.
Pinky, the cold one, nuzzling in,
never gets a better spot.
Fall: Second study.
My Watercolor
14 year old Cristy
Another Watercolor
This watercolor is the beginning of a story. Well not really the beginning, but close. More frames to come. What happened to cause this scene? What happens next? All in good time.
Random watercolors
Since watercolor is the theme here are two lil paintings of an apple that Laura and I did here at the beach. I also painted a mug.
Working on designs for a mural. Art is mega stressful sometimes. Overcommitting. Everything’s public and high-stakes. Maybe it would be better to work as a Data Entry Specialist and stay amateur.
Watercolor: Path
Cardboard Rhino 