Design Painting Poetry: An Encore To Ecstasy
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We fumble and we mumble, and then we become so humble, when we listen inside to a matter of pride: our own creativity joy ride. Here we confide what we let glide, with seasons we slide when we know how to flow in where we go with what we know: our own show to flower and grow !
Barbara M Schwarz
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Design Painting Poetry - Barbara M Schwarz
Miscellany – Strains of a Symphony (The last remains of me)
Winter’s Coil – Unburdened Toil
Light Time Continuous Breath Line
Where you are the wishing star
What was before
What do you wish to say (enough for today)?
What came before no longer matters anymore
We Three Are One – Cerulean Sun
Water’s Daughter (and inky flow)
Water mirror see the very best now free
Waltz arrays the music plays
Victoriously blossomed easily
Twitter Links It all Just Blinks
Twinned Affinity – the subtlety to see (the sun shimmering back at me)
Oh Glorious One – twinkle with the sun
Trojan course – new water force
Tiger in a butterfly
The None For Sale Collection
The medieval view had no further ado
The strength to climb my own design
The Joy of Surprise Icy Water Wise
The Endless Queue Life Renew
The Honeycomb – The World’s an energy zone
The heat of all eruption
The deepest conversations
The ‘tadpole wine’ rolled out in time
The Appleseed Index Explained
The Appleseed Index in Action
Tacco undone – now comes the sun (a diary excerpt)
Sprouting from the base » a leap in relational design
Know yourself your own compassion
Songbird I hear your every word
Soul rain maker
Soul’s music
So little now was left …what once defined my happiness
Snoozy way all day
Sleeping leaves a new treatise
Sleeping leaves the bareness frees
Shudder flight a darkness sight
Sharply broader
She stooped to conker
See cut free
Seasons how they turn
Sacred spring
Sacred moment free the sun held onto me
Roses in bloom Spring’s prettiest tune
Rhythm play
Renaissance Polyprime
Remembrance Tree (a special part of you and me)
Remembrance Tree – the wind blows free
Remembering my dreams
Release to go the final flow
Reflected there a peaceful atmosphere
Postcards on the verge of time
Poetology Cronology – PEP’s Methodology
Pink and blink
One big flow the endless bee show
One lovely thing
Ombra mai fu what the sun gives you
Oh moon oh moon
Now the sun in all my run
No agenda
Namaste my friend, we’re nearly at the end
My dreams realised
A final backyard purge – let all joy surge
Luminosity courage velocity
Mantra of Design Art Prime
Magnificus Life that great seductress
Magic loom
Life beating down
Life’s new know-how
Landslide victory coming straight at me
Just soldier through – a brand new dawn awakes in you
Just trust
In natural light bright insight
Inspiration a product of its own creation
And in conclusion…
Purple Eyes Publishing The Value of Knowing
Winter's Coil - Unburdened Toil
Upturned soil – now release
winter's coil
I turn and burn and
ache away – no more
the light at play
upturned soil -
now rest your
toil – nothing
now to add
or spoil -
just try to
get some rest
in winter's cosy
nest and when
next the sun comes
through – the first
you'll ever do is
welcome sunlight
through
but for
now be like a
stone – twitch no
muscle and no bone
(for there you know that
you alone preside over
a golden throne)
for what you think
to own – let the
music hone what in
time you'll see grown
my quiet bird, fluffed up
heard : "such a lovely
bird was the last serendipity
heard" the word the word
rested gently heard: I mean
you no harm and in such
gentle farm, life at ease to
charm, the gentle little bird
rested quietly on each word -
the word – the word : gentle
heard and gentle now I see,
it all came back to me that
every living tree rejoices just
with me – at serendipity: I
cast a spell for I could tell
I was just an empty living
shell – a hollowed out mind
all that left behind
a bird, a bird: a lovely
one so I have heard rested
gently upon an autumn
tree
and tho' I
look to change
the shape -
in that moment
I equate a gentle
little bird to all
that serendipity
heard
[my future just begun
with all the gold I spun]
What can I say – just let it go?
Just let it flow? It's hardly
ever wise tho' to always ever
show, everything I know and
so in autumn I did sow
the depths of despair: lets
just go out and appreciate
fresh air! And in the shadow
of a change, my life about to
rearrange I knew that in my
heart, I had reached the very
start of a brand new way to
depart and hark !, the herald
angels sing the beauty of most
everything – and I would not
presume to entice again my
very loom of all I hope to
receive and how my energies
weave what gives such great
reprieve, and so gladly I
receive a brand new life
with which to cleave the joy
of my terrain: I welcome cold
fresh air again – always
different and yet the very
same : 'brand new living game'
and I took a moment as
preamble but it pierced
my very ramble: you can now
be still for I wish you joy
and never ill
And back to front, a memory
dunk washed in the
breath of time: welcome
once more to your depths of
prime – the impossible
sublime (impossible to
define) and left for a
moment, it all seemed to
rhyme with every part of
time – so what is to define
when all is like a chime
a pitch perfect sound
from the depths of ground
reverberates in you: the
living welcome and from
the depths of graves, such
memories to saves create
gigantic waves: we crashed
upon your shore – an actor
cannot ignore what it is
we're waiting for – your
performance live will be
a busy hive and in and out
you dive and here and there
you give and above it all,
you really start to live and
all you thought before
was an open door and so
you ignore what has swept
the floor: tabula rasa sea
the very depths are me
the hunger at the door -
the screech to just
ignore and the quiet
pin: you're in it now to
win and explosive is your
hour – all that pent-up
power – released now on a
stage – the power and the
age: a living walking
wage and a tangible sage
for when you next appear -
actor magnificent will
be your year and winter's
now campaigning: "Get on
with all your training -
so much more to do -
embrace your life with every
clue" and in the colours
blue, I knew now I knew -
it had all come true what
I thought and knew was a
matter of reflection – an
inward outward perception
transparent waterfall
became a mirror after
all and the depths of
ache within your lake
are sullied here and
there by those that do not
care, but you are gathering
wing – you reflect my
everything
viable perception – on my
feet and in correction, I
adjust my pose – grounded
now the shows – firm the
energy goes and lifted
off my toes see how my
performance grows – I'm
running for my life – I'm
singing with my heart – I
am blind to fortune for
I make a humble start
and my memory is a
long gone enemy for all
that I now do is let
the water stream right
through – inspired it
transpired, I was totally
wired and in my early
starts, I almost broke
some hearts, but in my
later days, I am the
light that sways, and
now at maturity, I am
the graceful elegance you
always ever see (the magnificent sea):
for I am true simplicity -
electric publicity – what
I see and what I do,
speaks with just one
clue – you are water
flowing through in the
depths of what you
knew
I chose no longer to grow old
I ventured neither rash nor
bold and simply drew
stone cold what it was
that I was told and there
a story now enfold of all
we have and all we hold
and in the very fold of the
written page, I no longer
saw what I wished to
wage or bet for now it
was all set – hardened
in the midst, no more could
I fathom this, and so I
went away to learn to
work and play with fresh
light array – it felt so
very old – no more had I
then told than in a fresh
campaign to see the earth
renew again and in a
winter bunker and on an
icy day I stopped
wondering what next I
could now say – I no
longer knew anyway
what it was I wished
to pray and so I said
most timidly "Please
give me the courage to see
what's right in front of me."
[epiphany your quarters
are rapidly flowing waters]
a twinkling of light -
was I the glass insight ?
I no longer knew where the
wind blew
[quality control – lets you
see the matter whole]
I could no
longer know where the
wind would blow
[a ripped and torn affair -
to speculate in thinnest air]
all activity
ceased for me and no one
could guess or see what next
I would be until the ground
was free to open up to me
the wind howled in despair :
I want to see you there
but
I had simply vanished into
thin clear air, and I left it
there
And...
And when it feels so very
quiet, it gets to be a
riot: an endless interaction
a constant job satisfaction,
so that piling through are
finished products just
for you – and then there's
real delight, the end of
dark in colours bright
but for now, you see nothing
there at all – nothing there
for me – no sense of busy
bee – and the wind
howled so free "why won't
you even look at me -
we had such fun in
autumn days but now
you've vanished in a haze"
In a haze and in a blaze
of activity, you hardly
recognise what you next
will see, but 'leave it
up to me' said a very
busy bee "for I am moving
forward quite famously
and all that nonsense
stuff when you talked
so very rough will soon
mull to lull for I'm in
my final cull and
removing all my wool, I'm
now weaving a treat that
will surprise you and
energise your fleet – so
what is your feat and
what is your campaign ?
It is simply to embrace
patience all over again,
and no matter who might
now complain – it's ample
and it's plain – I know my
own true game and make
it all the same, to fresh
and grand terrain and
no more for me, to
speculate endlessly,
I'm already on the
move – notching up each
little groove – getting
bigger nice and smooth
I have such big ideas and
now it clear appears -
a passage safe and true
is what I offer you, and
now I start to see what
once I thought to be, can
happen naturally – I've
given over all campaigning
there's no use of endless
explaining: I'm just getting
it done, what makes my
life so much fun and as
I build and become – the
simple other one, I have
no need to fear of what
will next appear for
proficient in my ways,
I am the light that
strays into bright arrays
heat seeker, energy
beaker – life keeper -
storing now my gruel: I
keep warm in winter
fuel for I know that
I shall see what is best
(for you?) and me and
that's all you'll ever
see: I'm working hard for
me, and as for you, I've
no clue of what you wish
or thought to do but
self-proficiency is sufficiency
I know so well, and I can
tell how I move and
break my spell of living
in-between all that has
been, and building quickly
as I do – can you now
guess my final clue? ! !
build my future bold with
the work that I have sold.
And when you think it's all
grown cold then you'll
see it's all told and
accounted for: I've managed
my full score – a proficiency
that cannot ignore -
a professional on her
dance floor – so steady
in your winter and steady
as you go, you'll almost
reach the height of
what you need to know to
enter into brand new
flow . . . and as I start
to see, winter moves
so quickly and thundering
in terrain "Come on
move again – ignited
by the fire of your own
fervent desire -
unquenchable is the
day, the new began to
sway -
creaky bones, I left your
tones and now in front of
me, a gathering energy -
you thought you'd lost what
you once counted as great
cost, but that was former
training and now the new
is campaigning "let the
wind howl so free, as
we move to ecstasy, we
start so real slow to
help you follow as we
go an unfamiliar route,
a different type of shoot"
and out then came my
lute and with it came
my lyre and I made a
pyre of all my previous
desire – the nature of
the bold in winter's icy
cold is to warm by
a fire that gives off
real heat rather than
just reminiscing... of what it is
you're now just
missing... for where the
steam is hissing, the fire's
real hot to warm up any
pot – such folksy memory
is the total enemy
and feels so very quaint
but without heat, life
is faint and to extinction
prone, if you grow no
bone – so viability is self-
sufficiency that happens
continuously, but when
the stale receives no ale
(listen now – how do they wail !!!)
it's time to have a look,
and a brand new feather pluck -
tickle your senses (real) and mend
your fences – be in charge
and in control: it's a matter of
your own true soul
and there the matter
whole (no need to
break on another's toll)
and so I bow
away – nothing left to
do or say in what you
wish or pray – when
brass tacks come into
play – with so much
material, it's rather
quite ethereal of
what you seek to do
when you've not got a
real clue of what's
about to hit you – so
lay aside your supposition
and getting working on your
cognition – look around
your room : you've strung
a vibrant loom so get
weaving pretty soon
(and harbour your own
moon)
The orbits of our lives and
what we wish and how it
thrives, spins like purest
gold with the magic
that we hold right
between our thumbs
and fingers, for there
the magic lingers: in
our busy hands, we
create the very sands
and platonic is
teutonic meta-phonic
-
wisdom ploughing
through: everything
we do is where we get
our clue and heightened
in the cold sharp air,
a sense that I was
almost there for every-
where I saw what had
been an open door was
a stretched-out hand
"engage with me to
understand, the world
is your command"
and an oyster is a way
to grit a pearl today
so wherever I now
start materials raw and
bare, it is the energy I
share that helps get me
there
arise oh craftsman from
your loom – you've worked
so hard from dusk
through gloom to morning
break so pretty soon, you'll
capture your brand new
moon.
A brand new moon – the
faintest tune it's in my
sketch and on my broom
as I sweep away the
make-believe of
yesterday, the magic of
my eye laughed at that
with a hearty sigh
"it's so funny I could
cry for joy: the magic
I employ is scarce a
little toy – it is simple
craftsman power to
continue by the hour
to shape and frame
again a brand new
terrain" - so when you
think it's plain and
boring (are you now
already snoring ?! )
you are simply
ignoring the joy that
comes within when
craftsmanship takes
(heart and) wing and there a
rhythm sing a simple
weaver's hymn
"I glory every day
in the light at play
that helps me work
my way and generate
what now will stay
for many rich a
year" - see craftsman-
ship is a sacred
sphere of proffered
life held dear in
integrity bright and
clear to draw a
richer way to see
the world at play
and visual analysis
can feel like
paralysis and visual
analytics has its
fair share of critics,
but as for me, you'll
get to see, I move
so free in constancy
to deliver and
revere the craftsman
humming sphere and
in my workshop of
design, I simply
lose track of time
beholden to the
divine : I drink
deep of summertime
[an actor's epitaph – a Covent Garden
past – at last at last at last
I find my own true path]
and written there
I thought I knew
what it all was coming
to:
"for him the seasons roll in vain...
oh I hear it clear – I hear it plain - it
had reared for me now once again:
that it is summertime within this
heart of mine, and however I divine
I've lived my life to its full prime
so
eternal summertime :
I'm ready now to dine !
icy icy breath,
I am my own sweet tenderness
I am my own bright sun
I am all seasons now become
a lucky throw of dice
for I melt
every ice
and then...
a crack, and then a splinter,
and in the depth of winter,
the sun had shone right
through
and running water
left a clue
(to warm up ice is all you do
and all you ever ask me to)
Light Time Continuous Breath Line
Condensed light
my own insight
breath in flight
Fluffy shows
and desperate
grows
what takes
flight
before my
nose
the
wish
it
grows
and
yet
still
grows
the
air
beneath
my
very
toes
lifted from the
ground
it is
breath
all around
and
what
I huff
and
puff
is
so
much
more
simply
stuff
so
whatever
my
guff
the
wind
in
the
air
and
the
billowing
sphere
is
what
makes
new
life
appear
breathing
as
I
go
just
a
part
of
flow
that
takes
over
all
the
time
I
designated
mine
wind
of
change
it
is
me
you
rearrange
Where you are the wishing star
here you are the wishing star
And all at once with who you are
I arise now as a star
glittering brightly from
afar
the life that lived
and burnt so brightly
you can now see
weekly nightly
shining now
so very spritely
and in the glow
so very lightly
all is brightly
lit when
I take my walking
kit
and run with it
and be so fit
just to hit
the outer edge
see how
infinity
wedge
far and few
between
the golden
summer's
great 'has-
been'
for once I
was alive
to what now
thrive independently
and I hardly
get to
see
what's now really
in it for
me
for cast upon an
ebony
shore
I am twinkling
ever more
inviting
you back
in
all of life
now to begin
all of heart
to win
wishing on a
star
the glory of the
nature
the place of where
you are
What was before
what
was
before
is
no
more
all
released
all
at
peace
this
and
that
stroked
a
cat
rest
at
ease
in the
breeze
What do you wish to say (enough for today)?
What do you wish to say
that's enough just for today
and in the morning
what will you see
when you decide
to reach me
What could you really do
that hadn't happened
when we knew
that life just
keeps
sailing
through
What are the final words
what was it that you told
the birds in herds of
anguished soul
that vibrates
a singing bowl
of what
you knew
so well
when the
seasons'
weakness
only you could
tell
shhhh
(we are under a transitory spell)
and Plato maybe knew
what I'm going through
but really when I see
we're both laughing at me
aren't we?
Just when we know
how the cold wind blow
hidden in the snow
the sparkle and the
magic
have
a time
to grow
to what
we wish
to know
and twinkle
Christmas
treat
your life
already
on its feet
and in springtime
can bleat
a brand new
season's
energy
leap
I thought to give you
winter cheer
anyway, it feels like it's a leap
year... just
an extra day
to just do
what occurred
beneath the blue
velvet memory
a tortured tree
(had no place for me)
a shiver and a shake
did you just make
it up
did you just try to pluck
the feathers from
a goose
oh now your imagination
is just a little
loose
and what would you see
if you happened to be ...
me (and life moves
on so swiftly)
I'm panting right ahead
squeezing every ounce
what does it matter
with all the former
flounce
the dust carts
of my mind
flew in a wind
so blind
to fury
of the past
I knew it could not last
(I've hit my rust at last)
and broken down
it's true
the useless that
I knew
turns
around
anew
the heat comes from the chimney flue
expressions now you see
rush about so vibrantly
so whatever you now
do …
(does it still matter to you?)
and in the heated glow
the freshness that I know
gives a kindly warmth
and lets me gently
say
we've probably had
enough for today
(hooray !)
What came before no longer matters anymore
What
came
before
no
longer
matters
A year
of
magical
thinking
I had
no
inkling
what
grief
could
teach
the
biggest
thing
about
love is
to
release
it
now you've
seen all
the pain
and all
the glory
of our each
and every
story
I was just
a porter kindly
drawn by water's
daughter
now see all her
other porters and watch
the gentle
slaughter
of
all
you
once
held
so dear
as you
fear
for you
are
coppered
gold
and
all earth's
treasure
hold
now
that
all
is
turned
to
water
jingle
jangle
soul
tree
follow
me
follow
me
the
cup
got
over-
turned
-
watch
it
churn
-
see
and
learn
for
all
the
beauty
that
you
behold
there
is
more
more
I'm
told
unfold
some
is
big
and
some
is
bold
watch
it
all
all
unfold
what
you
know
and
in
your
home
all
alone
see
it
there
in
the
air
for
all
and
all
is
coppered
gold
so
listen
now
as
you
will
go
and
all
that
you
know
and
love
is
there
to
share
for
all
to
see
in
the
you
and
in
the
me
jingle
jangle
soul
tree
all
a
tangle
until
you
hear
what
is
near
and
oh
so
clear
in
the
breeze
and
in
the
rustle
of
the
leaves
you
can
simply
rest
at
ease
go
in
peace
and
see
the
moon
up
in
the
sky
and
fly
so
high
fly
so
high
until
you
find
a
place
to
die
from
all
you
thought
what
was
worth
for
you
followed
inky
trail
nice
and
slowly
like
a
snail
all
is
worth
shattered
earth
in
the
earth
find
your
dearth
and
be
born
anew
again
to
hear
the
rain
has
washed
away
all
you
held
so
very
dear
and
now
you
see
oh
so
clear
earth
to
dearth
find
new
worth
second
birth
and
then
see
with
brand
new
eyes
all
is
all
life's
greatest
surprise