Posted in February 2012

Just Takin’ Care of Biz

I never saw that comin’
Couldn’t've been any worse
That ’80s electronic drummin’
And your alligator purse

That night in Chicago
Steve was there
Colder than Dr. Zhivago
And your blank stare

I couldn’t understand
You wouldn’t treat me the same
Lookin’ back, you musta had it planned
Outting me like Valerie Plame

How do you sleep at night? 1
I bang my head against The Wall 2
You keep fighting with GOP might
I’m keeping up appearances like Faul

What’s done is done
Now it’s just ‘He said, she said’
But you really shouldn’t shun
Your testimony’s been pled

Maybe not my best
But it is what it is
“Surely you jest”
No.  I’m just takin’ care of biz 3

 

O.G. Hawkins

1 – John Lennon
2 – Pink Floyd
3 – BTO

 

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from the french, a sonnet of ronsard’s 

the year begins its green youth
in green stripe cruel
the seventeenth year being truth
your birthsake in a duel
your child be your continence
the word the step the mouth the bell
your hands before you prominence
your eye on me as well
my love and your beauty lives
it is said in a word
and if those words might spell
it cannot be heard
what gives?
our memory tell
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Abstract Revolution

acrylic on paper
by Murdoch McSween
(my 12 year old son)

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I Was Once

 I was once an Indian Princess

somewhere across The Western Plains

of Early America

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I married a brave

& conceived 2.4 children

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My Father was a Chief

My Mother one

of 4 Wives

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I made clothes of skins

I cooked bison strips over

open fires

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I led packs of dogs

& children

along sunlit trails

further West

not in search of Wealth

but of Freedom

from encroachment

of The White Man

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Joanna Hyde
February 22 2012   The Hawk Studio  8:26pm

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Panoramic Palindrome

Radiant Sky (untamed gravity 2a)

Radiant Shore (untamed gravity 2)

 water colour with digital touch up (dark clouds/rocks)

This painting is matted and framed and hangs on my wall as “Radiant Shore”.  Yet it has always felt unfinished. When painting it I was never sure which way was up until I, consciously, added the rocks and spray.  This particular piece has always haunted me and thanks to digital painting, I was able to flatten the rocks a bit and have them resemble dark clouds and now the painting works just fine either way. The digital touch up still needs some work and I am considering pulling this painting from the frame and doing a real touch up?????

I don’t know about anyone else, but I am forever flipping my paper/canvas around while I paint and sometimes I just don’t know  which corner to sign. 

Jackie Blair McSween

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Butterscotch Sundae

 


oil on canvas 26" x 36" circa 1983
by Joanna Hyde
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Sonnet 11

and when the law comes down you gotta move
fractal practical banana split
in paris see the louvre
of einstein understand it
as with floor polish buy the set
or for security otis redding
soul in a debt
sleeping on bedding
house a home to rise a shine
the song to sing the rainbow’s arc
your life on the line
the future glow dark
you wake
today to take

 

Thom Olsen

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Have a Great Day!

You must have me confused
With someone who gives a shit
I remember when you refused
And now you just don’t get it

I gave you every chance
Every chance to make it right
13-month song-and-dance
But you never saw the light

And now it’s time to pay the piper
Yeah, now all the dues are due
‘Cause I’ll strike just like a viper
Soon the payee will be you

Surrounded by corruption
Where darkness has its say
Pardon the disruption
And have a great day!

O.G. Hawkins

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The Changing of the Leaves

A wave strikes when I am not looking

I miss gazing into your eyes

The water washes over my body then slips away

 

Summer heat hits when I am not looking

I am exhausted; I lost myself in us

An early spring; the rose blooms too soon

 

A storm moves in when I am not looking

Frozen in my steps, the storm is upon me

The thunder roared with staggering sound

 

Rain falls when I am not looking

I am drenched; in what I know I can feel

The rain pounds; the hard ground breaks away

 

Cool night air surrounds me when I am not looking

I am at peace; I embrace my aloneness

The early bird rises with a song of rejuvenation

 

Autumn breeze arrives and I am looking

I let it all go; fate becomes my friend

Beyond words – the changing of the leaves.

 

 

Jackie Blair McSween

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