Around the Corner
There is good and bad in everything. There is beauty in nature, and there is danger. In this fantasy scene, there are surprises at every turn.
The Pond
I have always loved fish ponds. I have constucted many fish ponds. I designed my own filtration systems, added waterfalls and various aquatic plants and fish. I drew this image for my wife, in ink and then I digitized it, and colored it in Adobe PhotoShop.
Round and Round
Round and round a spinning fall
Millions and millions of nothings at all
Punishing, punishing time after time
The man who committed the terrible crime
It tortured the mind, it twisted the flesh
On day number nine he started off fresh
With nothing to do but slice his own flesh
Where the hands meet the arms he made thin little lines
Through which seeped puddles of life's fluid brine
The doctors came quickly to save his poor life
And torture him more with the cold mental knife
Weeks and months and years went on
Until all his sons and daughters were gone
And then he was sure
No doubt in his mind
He had been dead since the very first time
Galactic Daydream
In the great expanse of void
Beyond the limits set
Creatures both familiar
And unfamiliar met
Humanoids in space suits
Spheres of glass and gold
Rocket Ships from childhood dreams
Arrayed in colors bold
Smirking great potato beasts
And painted octopi
Drifted peacefully along
Across the great black sky
Fleshy flying creatures
Too strange to comprehend
Breathed flames of fire and tried to catch
The rocket ships of men
Asteroids and comets
Bright multicolored lights
Clouds of swirling smoke and gas
And cosmic trilobites
These sights as well as many more
Danced within my head
As I lay peacefully asleep
Upon my cozy bed
Seven Heads
Acrylic on Canvas
Homeless
Acrylic on Canvas
Groove Thing
UFO
Potato Monster
A whimsical creature!
Flower
Acrylic on Canvas
Artifiction
Question everything.
Cow
Moo
Commuter
Take a ride with me.
Miss Marjorie Sweet
He'd awoken that morning to the usual warning
of the clock at the head of the bed,
Sprung to his feet, darted into the street
wearing jammies and turning quite red.
He reacted, you see, as a strong urge to flee
Had existed before he awoke.
In a dream, it would seem, he was chased by a thing
Throwing boulders and billowing smoke.
The boulders were made of his mother's stale biscuits,
The smoke smelled of Uncle Jim's feet,
But the face of the beast gave a fright none the least
As it looked like Miss Margorie Sweet.
They had met, quite by chance, at the annual dance
And that's where all his troubles began,
As she fixed in her mind that he looked rather fine
And determined to make him her man.
Sadly you see, he did something see
Which caused the young man to retreat.
There at the end of Miss Margorie's nose
Sat something resembling a beet.
In a garden, perhaps, such a sight would be fine
But on Margorie it just did not work.
Try though he did to not be unkind
He started to wriggle and jerk.
He squirmed, and he tugged, went cold and turned green,
But he could not break free from her arms.
She would not give in to his pleas for release,
Entranced, as she was, by his charms.
Yet, strange as it seems, despite all his screams
And the looks of distress he did show,
He just couldn't make poor Margorie flee,
She just wouldn't let the man go.
At last when the dance had drawn to a close,
And he managed to wriggle away,
He ran swiftly home, he locked both the doors
And there in his house he did stay.
Yet still, now and then, when he hopes she's forgot
And figures that's just how life goes,
He'll catch a brief glimpse of her sizing him up
Then he remembers her nose.