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Just One Ride
   Inspiration for Kathy Kuser's digital surrealism
         "Just One Ride"


She thought she knew
Who she was
All she could, and would not do.
She set limits in her life,
Bridges she would never cross
But he came unexpectedly,
And altered her reality.
No gentle breeze
Nor music playing softly and melodiously
Just crashing chords,
A storm at sea
Her soul washed away,
Desperate to be free
All comfort and stability
Cast aside.
She, willing to give whatever it took
For one reckless, joyful ride.



   - Sandy Greco


Just One Ride   by Kathy Kuser   ArtPoems 2016
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Bourbon Street
   Inspired by Scott Guelcher’s artwork "Oh My NOLA"

The early sun sizzles.
It glistens on Bourbon Street’s
hosed down, steaming
pavement. Sleepy 
revelers return to life, 
propelled like bullets
seeking a target
into shops, cafes, bars.
Each trajectory finds its center.

By afternoon, the ascent begins:
The raw, the ridiculous, the ripe, the pungent
commingling of Cajun and Creole.
Heavy scents: the fried, the sautéed waft 
from secret crevices and creep into 
the moist, dank evening air.
The music of the street awaits.

In dark places, a bluesy sax sings.
A burlesque of exotic dancers,
the plump, the boney drape
on doorways like dreamy curtains
beckoning the curious.
A cacophony of endless rhythms beats:
jazz, rock-a-billy, zydeco.

Before the first morning light,
Bourbon Street is rancid and stale,
rank with the evening’s bacchanalia.
Abandoned festival beads lay errant
on sticky, litter strewn pavement,
remnants of the night’s orgy.

   - Joyce Berrian Ferrari
Oh My NOLA   by Scott Guelcher   ArtPoems 2016
No need explaining, the seaweed remaining
Is higher than it was before,
I’m looking over a snowy plover
Someone overlooked before. 

Lord God Jehovah created the plover 
For us to admire and adore,
Gators and no-see-ums, part of His plan,
Together with jellyfish, panthers and Man.

But when souls have risen from bodily prison
And we’re all on that beautiful shore,
I’ll be looking over at that snowy plover
Someone overlooked before.

   - Joe Pacheco
I’m Looking Over a Snowy Plover
   Inspiration for artist Honey Costa's "A Clovered Plover"

  ♫ To the tune of "I’m Looking Over a Four-leaf Clover" ♫

I’m looking over a snowy plover
Someone overlooked before.
One mound of feathers is all that remains,
Along with the shells and some tiny blood stains.

No need explaining, the birds remaining
Are fewer than there were before, 
I’m looking over a snowy plover
Someone overlooked before.

Her journey over, the two-ounce rover
Will fill up her nest no more,
Birders will search on the sand in vain,
She’s washed away with red algae and rain.
A Clovered Plover   by Honey Costa   ArtPoems 2016
5 O'Clock Bay Watchers   by Jaye Boswell   ArtPoems 2016
Time to Lose our Heads
   Inspired by Jaye Boswell's painting "5 O'Clock Bay Watchers"


     Twist the martini, twerk your bikini

Sidecar the train for Averna

          Lemon squeeze the Vodka, please

     Knock back the black and white Russians 

Goose the Beefeaters blue, beach towel the Scotch



It’s all in good fun, Bahama Breeze, blue or green Bellini

          Gin up the boys, pour Rob Roy on the rocks

     We’ll be Cosmos straight up

If gawkers gotta know, their Gimlet eyes and Ivy League ties

     Don’t hold a Julep to Citroen or Colada



Bless us, O bless us. Communion Cabernet was never this smart

     The shiny brass rail reminds me of Whiskey Creek lights, tangerine clowns in tights

          Remember the nights, toasting with Sake to art

Can’t imagine you drank Schnapps and Vermouth, Rye and Malt

     How uncouth to cork screw the Port, swill jug wine and rot gut, puke in the john



Happy Hour lasted forever

     we drank to whatever

          wherever                                                         - Gary McLouth

               whenever 

                    it was time.
Enchantment
   Inspiration for artist Paul David Adamick's "Enchantment"


There is a thing about mother nature

she embraces us

smooths the broken shells under our feet

         enhances the scent of a jasmine blossom

                  quickens the flutter of a pelican’s wings

sharpens the talons of an hungry osprey

and if we trust and open our mouths

                  feeds our hearts with kindness



When she offers a cloud 

to ride 

slide on

stretch your body prone

place your hands under your head

close your eyes

and whisper

                                                                    Yes Yes


   - jd daniels
Enchantment   by Paul David Adamick   ArtPoems 2016
Thunderstorm   by Linda Lally   ArtPoems 2016
Abstract Expression
   Inspired by artist Linda Lally's "Thunderstorm"


          If I can’t paint, I can’t breathe. – JOAN MITCHELL

I am no simple-minded Muse poised before your canvas.
I am Kali, dancing in the flames
Kicking up my black feet painted red with fury.

I am the Adi Shakti,
Alpha and Omega,
Being and Nonbeing.
I spit on your smoke and mirrors, your painter’s games
All your merry artifice makes no art.
I will carve out from you all the painting you desire
Creation and destruction are my face and fate
Throwing paint like lightning,
Scraping paint like thunder,
Cascading in the canyons 
of your rampaging heart.

Find me—now—inside you.

I am all the places you’ve been taught to fear.


   – Holly Lee McEntyre