Every Picture Tells a Story .. CC #278

 

Among some artists delineation and representation is their only stance

Some choose drawing, finger painting or even caricature to form a resemblance

It is possible to daub, etch or sketch to reveal your ideas or point of view

Though rare now, montage and ideograph are still popular among a few

 

There is something satisfying for those who chose to dabble in the  hierolglyphic

Creating the perfect collage, or painting a portrait can often be very therapeutic.

Whether an artist selects a silhouette, doodles a cartoon or ends up somatosensory

None of that is critical in the creation  so long as in the end every picture tells a story.

 

© Tim D. Culey -2013-

 

 

THINK

Little Huey was born with multiple problems
The extent of them all were not apparent
One by one his parents worked hard on them
Through it all Huey remained totally silent.

Therapists and specialists became his life
They were in and out on a daily basis
He said not a word, just accepted his strife
He sat mute as they covered all the bases.

Huey grew up and learned how to speak
What he was saying was not always clear
Nobody ever bothered to offer a critique
To the rules of syntax did he rarely adhere.

Huey spent hour upon hour in the gym
He was six-ten and hard as an ice skating rink
Nobody had the audacity to mock him
Even when he said, “Time to warsh up in the think.”

© Tim D. Culey -2013-

Eye to Eye CC #276

The US Navy always employs many to make up a crew

There are Machinists and Radarmen and a cook or two

The Radiomen have the secrets, nobody knows what they do

Never forget the Boatswain mate who can turn the air blue.

 

Some climb the rigging, even in these modern days

Many work below decks and that is where they stay

Others spend time dancing with mops that swing and sway

All dream of shore leave when they can spend their pay

 

There are Ensigns, both men and flags that fly

Each demands a salute any time you pass by

Above them all is the Captain,  he’s the top guy

He gives the orders and goes from “Aye to Aye.”

 

© Tim D. Culey -2013-

 

RARE -- CC #275

Some people have trouble living in the now
They aren’t content to just go with the flow
What will happen tomorrow they want to know
They will resort to anything, even reading the Tao

Mystics and psychics even an astrologer or two
They drink their tea then try to interpret the leaves
When they find out they cry, “Oh woe, what shall I do?”
Those who cleave to the results might be a little naïve.

If Mercury is in retrograde, do you think I really care?
Derek Acorah, Ingo Swann are psychics of renown
These are two of the most famous to be found
I prefer a seer less well known; I like my medium rare.


Tim D. Culey -2013


A voice from the past is whispering Creative Challenge

Mature

 

 

 

 

It was at the Battle of Marston Moor

When I first learned of amampour

I was definitely taken aback, to be sure

All this time I thought I was in Kuala Lumur

My recollections are from my role as observateur

And in case you are feeling just a little unsure

What I am relating to you is truth, and not green manure

It was at this very same location where I met my paramour

It was all very much a case of haute couture

When I first saw her I made a sound sounding like jabbour

I was smitten, that is for sure, but my thoughts were quite pure

After all, I am not a neophyte, I know how to act very mature.

 

Tim D. Culey -2013-

 

This is an example of a type of poem called a “Monoryhme” (can you guess why?)