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Blog restoration update


Taking on yourself too much

This morning I woke up with a feeling of dread knowing I finally had to face the daunting task of restoring 400 posts with each one containing one to eleven photos!
I kept talking myself into taking it by category or even by post so as not to get discouraged & procrastinate as a result…
I finally grabbed the sliver of courage I had by some miracle, held fast on to it and started tackling the last few posts of the poetry category & decided to go on working (for how long it takes) until it’s completed.
Then I decided that if 99% of the photos have vanished I might as well start from scratch & bring down the pixels to all of them & just maybe I will have saved myself the trouble to have to create a new oawritingspoemspaintings2!There is a silver lining after all 🙂

So, I cleaned up my media once again (!) to start afresh. All in all I was busy six hours on the blog & decided (when my head felt squeezed in a vise) to stop after giving you an update.

I’ll try my best to go on liking but if I don’t manage due to the long hours of work on this blog, my sincere apologies to all my supportive & faithful followers 🙂
I consider this as the Resurrection of my blog and its rebirth will be thanks to your patience. Once again a big thank you to you all!

A Daedalean mind-1989 adjusted on the 26.2.2013


this symmetric & fascinating planet ©copyright2013owpp

this symmetric & fascinating planet
©copyright2013owpp

A Daedalean (1) mind
———————–

To speak or
Not to speak?

Annoyed
He uses extremes
Distorting,
Romancing life
Hyperbolizing (2)
Entity
Quantity
Instead of
Absorbing
The grace…

Within
The elegance
And charm
About…
Revealing
Just enough
To keep
The warmth
Of human
Contact.

Keeping at bay
What is
Valuable…
Argumentative
Over
Accepted topics
Safe and comfortable
All but lineal.
Sometimes
Loosing himself.

Regretful about
Having divulged
In a confession…
Exposing
His inner…
His mind
Going in
An overdrive
Haunted
By his past.

Rare moments
Of confrontation.
Obstruction
In the purlieus. (3)
Wondering… was
He too candid,
A Neophyte
At life?
Did he owe
A summary

Of his every
Move?
Did he have to
Legitimize them,
Exculpate
His behavior,
Palliate
His awkwardness
And moderate
His floods

Of fervor
And passion?
Thoughts
Riddled
His mind
With big
Question marks.
His act of defiance…
Test the
Faithfulness

Of his “opponent”,
Throw the
Infallibility
Of his being
In a first shot.
Scrutinizing
Their reactions.
Would they
Falter?
Would he…

Disapprove
So he could
Escape,
Bypass
The insanity
Of this planet.
His motto,
Aim so as
Not to be
Aimed at.

Rated or
Appraised
As cattle.
Take it
Or throw it
Do not
Mock his
Humanity.
His suffering
Misunderstood

By the illiteracy
Of another’s path and,
Futile attempts
To lending
An ear.
He treads on,
Trusting
A better
World to come
Defining…

Coercing it
To arise
From the
Relics
Of his
Exposure
To this folly…
This symmetric
And fascinating

Insane planet.

(1)

Dae·da·lus (ddl-s)
n. Greek Mythology
A renowned craftsman, sculptor, and inventor and builder of the Labyrinth. He fashioned the wings with which he and his son Icarus escaped from Crete after their imprisonment by Minos.
Dae·dali·an, Dae·dale·an (d-dl-n, -dlyn) adj.

(2)

hy·per·bo·lize (h-pûrb-lz)
v. hy·per·bo·lized, hy·per·bo·liz·ing, hy·per·bo·liz·es
v.intr.
To use hyperbole; exaggerate.
v.tr.

(3)

pur·lieu (pûrly, pûrl)
n.
1. An outlying or neighboring area.
2. purlieus Outskirts; the environs.
3. A place that one frequents.

My liberty-Whispers of nature- Lyrics 1989 Adjusted January 2013


my liberty

my liberty

I hope you will enjoy these lyrics composed and adjusted. It took me ages to figure out some of the functions of Windows 8 but I kept running back and forth between my dying computer as a last resort and this one. I still can’t download photos from ” sky drive ” or the computer files to our good, old and faithful media 🙂

Enjoy this and let me know what you think of it, until then, I hope I’ll have a better knowledge of this ” headache “.

My liberty
————

I note
Melancholy
In your
Voice.

Don’t part.
Your heart
Is mine
Since acridine (1)

Stay with me
My liberty
Won’t lock you
Chain you

In my heart.
Temptation strong.
Won’t go along
To a game

So insane!
Be free
My love
To see

To be
To dance
Take
A chance

Come back
And laugh
Don’t worry
We’ll live and see

Forgive me
My jealousy
Don’t part from me…

My liberty!

(1)Acridine is naturally
Found in coal tar.
And in 1890 first isolated
By Carl Grabe and Heinrich
Caro. Courtesy of Wikipedia

The writer 1989- Adjusted January 2013


writer's block

writer’s block

The writer
————-

Indelible hole
Irreplaceable void
Lassitude and
Despair.

Impossible
To share
He monologues
Relentlessly

The same
Refrain
Gripping
This trough

The void
Resented.
He shouts
And screams

Silently.
Appealing
Petitioning
For a truce

Reconciliation
To his page
The ink
Ingested

Words devoured
Ingurgitated
By the secrecy
Taciturnity

Of his folio
Yet faithful
As a blotter
Absorbing

His pain
Tears
Anguish
Inhabiting his

Restlessness.
Wanting
To notice
Dewdrops

Snowflakes
Perfume of
A flower tree.
Rainbows

The miracle
Of crepuscule
Intact
Brightness

Of a first
Layer of snow
Thaumaturgy
Of aurora

Smile of
A passer-by
Simple
And grand

Big and small
Opposite yet
Complementary
The Sui generis

Marvel
Of our planet
For one hour
Or more

To find relief
In his new
Felicity.
His thoughts

Bouncing off
The walls
Hurling this
Delicacy

This tribute
To life.
Back with
Ferocity.

Stunning him
For a fraction
Then taking
His page

Renew
The treatise
In a last attempt
To capture

The truth
Of his life
The one he can
Put on his

Faithful page.

The Clean slate- Prose- May 1993- Readjusted on January 2013


Giverny 2011 ©copyright2013owpp

Giverny 2011
©copyright2013owpp

Clean slate
————

He turns
In despair
Facing the sky
Not knowing why

Asking for,
Intelligence
To read
The signals

Take care
Rest his soul
Abandon
The fear

Control
The changes
The unknown
Till where

How far
It will go
Understand
The wandering

Misunderstand
What appears
To be evil
Lose harshness

To the abyss
Love with
His heart
Not blabber

Tell them, listen
Validate
His own.
Erasing

Invalidity
Wanting
The energy
Long forgotten

Sucked
In a porthole.
Concentrate
On the finer

Larger, fitter
Worthier.
Feeling
Those moments

Those things
That come back
As delicate
As a blow

Of the wind
On his face.
The shivers
Along his spine

The burning
A clean slate.
Consigned
To oblivion

Dismissed
From his mind
A loss of
Consciousness

Obliterated
From his percipience.
Time, the father
Of wisdom

He lets it
Run its course.
Normalcy
His lease.

Prayer in his heart
Straight to the
First pages
Of his book

Of patience
Toward his life.
Need him
Need them

Family, friends
Children encompassing
Their love, his love.
Circumvent

The laws, accepting…

Nature

TEDTalks (2009) feat. “A New Way To Think About Creativity” Elizabeth Gilbert ( part 1 of 2 )


This is an amazing video to watch for the artists in making or professionals.
She is analytic, witty, funny… and there’s depth and wisdom to top it all.

Enjoy it 🙂

The Biopsy 1988 ( translation and French original text of the Poem ” la Biopsie “


leaving the nest ©copyright2013owpp

leaving the nest
©copyright2013owpp

This Poem was inspired by the Biopsy I had to do in 1988 for my sinuses, which was not
a big deal yet was a fearful moment, maybe for the only reason of taking us out of our
routine, who knows?

Enjoy it and let me know. Thanks for your spontaneous reactions to ” The girl with the pearl ”
drawing and Trailer, I really appreciate!

The Biopsy
———-

We leave the nest
Without making our bed
We seize life
Under the rain

Alone, alone
With the fear
Always alone
In ones heart

Isolated in our fear
That generates pain
Isolated in our trial
That generates angst

We reinstate the nest
To take care of our bed
And ” replay ” life
Beaming at us!

____________________________

La Biopsie
———-

On quitte le nid
Sans faire son lit
On saisit la vie
Sous la pluie

Toute seule, toute seule
Avec la peur
Toujours toute seule
Dans son coeur

Isoler dans sa frayeur
Qui engendre la douleur
Isoler dans son Ă©preuve
Qui engendre la peur

Puis on réintègre son nid
Pour s’occuper de son lit
Et on ” rejoue ” la vie
Qui nous irradit!

My delicious mother! 1988 ( With French original version as ” Ma dĂ©licieuse mère! )


worried...

worried…

Good morning!

Mothers worry too much. They waste so much energy worrying about everyone and anything on earth, it leaves little time to invite the good stuff going on, on this planet. Don’t you think?
Many years ago, I felt like having a tease at mine ( in a sweet way! ) and that’s what came out of it.
It’s something light to invite you to a cheerful new day! Keep in mind it has been translated, the French text will be included.
Enjoy!

My delicious mother!
——————-

You worry, you worry,
You always worry!
You are afraid, always afraid,
Every day is a pain.

Children are small,
They get sick
Finally they grew
But they should marry!

Finally! They marry
But will they have children?
They HAVE children
Who get sick!

Who grew…
Who marry…
Ah! What a life!
Full of worries!
________________________

Ma délicieuse mère!
——————-

Tu t’inquiète, tu t’inquiète,
Toujours tu t’inquiète!
Tu as peur, toujours peur,
Chaque jour est une douleur.

Les enfants sont petits,
Ils ont des maladies
Enfin, ils ont grandi
Mais, il faut qu’ils se marient!

Enfin! Ils se marient
Mais, auront-ils des petits?
Ils ont des petits
Qui ont des maladies!

Qui ont grandi…
Qui se marient…
Ah! Quelle vie!
Pleine de soucies!

I hope this will make your day a pleasant place to be. Keep in mind that this applies not only to mothers 🙂