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The Hungry Lion Attacking an Antelope, by Henri Rousseau
Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

C’est La Vie

Life is a beautiful isolated island
With crystal waters and powdered sand,
With bounteous gardens and succulent fruit,
All dressed up in its finest suit,
With good fortune running through the hills,
Care-free and smiling through the daffodils.
 
And life is an envious, isolated island,
A casualty at birth while dealt a bad hand,
While reaching out to others in vain,
Friendship is a link in a fragile chain.
For them that have, are friends for the day,
Until good fortune leaves, a price to pay.
Stripped of their riches, they are left alone.
Friendship is only temporary, a garden unsown.
 
So life is the hand that delivers fate
To those who have and
Those who have not.
To those who have,
Friendship breeds suspicion,
And life is not so loving
And care-free as it seems.
So C’est La Vie to all be known.

Those who have: Beware of those who have not.

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Summer Interior, by Edward Hopper
Fools of Compulsion

Mother Nature dressed in beauty in the embodiment of Eve, the advocate of beauty and what it does to the common man caught in the throes
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A Barren Canvas

A Barren Canvas Forest and plains await thy adornm… The cold dark tundra and naked arm… Their reaching out with constant p… With their cries that echo through…
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A September’s Plea

To the northern skies, an anxious… From the blistered earth, the crus… Scorched by the rays of the sun, A plea of mercy from the withered… To the keeper of the pilfered chil…
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The Appeasement

Crispy azure firmament, visions of… of clarity, of ecstatic dreams, of… of mythical cathedrals suspended i… beatitudes for the quixotic eyes, floating gardens of copious blue r…
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The Budding

The Budding A blanket of emeralds reach across… As summertime nears with its brigh… Mountain streams in their proud ca… The rites of spring in their joyfu…
That Extra Yard

That Extra Yard The end stretches up, Forth, and beyond That familiar playground For all who dare
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Mercy Monsters

They hang in the skies, gathering up their armies and arsenals from tropical masses and oceans of charity. Their thunderous clapping that announces the arrival of tempestuous fury are ...
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Jalopy Serenade

My old jalopy of better days past, with your fenders hanging off and old worn out parts, as you go rattling down the road, please make it up to the next bend…
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Motivation

Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
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Weaklings in Power

Woman of thy glass heart full of t… With unassuming power in the waiti… With lava flowing through thy pape… With legs for walking but not walk… Destined for erotic thoughts,
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The Grind

The Grind Two minute drill up ahead we must… Every inch and every yard we must… Time to start clawing at six point… We dig our cleats in the rain soak…
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, by James Baltz
Lo Behold, the Corn

Lo behold, the corn is steadily ri… It’s growing bigger in its supersi… pushing through the ground with al… and adorning the barren soil, a gl… Pictorial verdants stretch up into…
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Misty Island

Out in the deep where seafarers da… Entombed in blankets of ghostly st… Out in the deep where goblins danc… And headless horsemen mount their… Where the Godless howl through th…
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The Colleague

I am of worth and so my colleague. I am the planter of so what I nee… He is the supreme of all of life Over me in his kingdom up so high. I sow the seeds with him in mind.
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Portrait of Emile Zola, by Édouard Manet
Morning Mourning

For those who have fallen as the white wings of death have come to their bedside and spread their cushy wings around their lifeless bodies
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