Three Short Artistic Poems!
Art-Tis-Ticks.
There is art
in my heart,
strokes of
brilliant red,
not hung
in galleries.
Brushed up
featherlight against
the flesh palette
of my chest,
my navel is t
he thumb hole.
It paints each
moment of my life
in vivid colors
passing by.
endless flubs
are dubbed
suitable to hang
around another day.
It's works are
framed in bone,
tamed by muscle,
and it is inspired by
the many carbon
copies expired.
It is the canvas
for my soul,
pounding out
the framework
for love, hope
and happiness.
There is art in my he-art!
©-MFB III
Imagine!
Imagine the chance
to read your best poem
to an audience of the
almighty God, and his angels.
Innunciating each
well crafted satnza
as it echoes through
the vast spans of heaven.
Would he nod in approval?
Or would he have
already critiqued you,
by the silencing of
your mortal breath?
Sift carefully through
your verbal stew,
lest you stand before
an assemblage of saints
and burn with shame!
©-MFB III
Spatters On A Gossamer Frame.