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A SAMPLE POEM                           I Am A Blossom


I am distinguished , I flourish with love
I start out in life as an innocent bud
I'm delicate -pure of thought and mind
And bless you with breath of the baby
Tis still the hues are all sorts of kind
Gracefully still created by heavens above
I produce to you symbolization of the love
Know what I do turn into thus a flower
I am therefore thus this beauteous blossom
My aroma is so elegant for sure
And thus the rose - I stand still
Proud and beautiful I'm rest assured
The most prominent flower of all I'd say
And - I sweeten the room with the parfum
Love me - love me not I do declare
I bringeth forth - producing special thoughts
Still I am distinguished, my petals they are pure
And the feeling they possess you endure
I am again this glorious powerful blossom
That lights up your life to show everlasting care
Casting a spectrum of different hues in life
The kaleidoscope of true color of wit
Thee rose- I blossom, I am thus true grit...

SUCH FACES I SEE

The look on my face might amaze me
I see opportunity in your eyes
I also see faces in the heavenly skies
Charmed at the muse, I might say
Singing a tune , I recollect
The beauty of the lighted moon
It 's enchanting!  and age defines us
I speculate each vivid LINE
Is an appeal of wisdom or fiery
And too I see personality
It sparks !  Speech persuades me
And I talk , we talk
We go hand in hand
With footprints embedded
There is a light to this tunnel
My face! Your face
The life we trace
Shows the tears , the smiles
The rendez vous
We all walked miles
Still charmed
I write my reflections
Thinking of you...

Happiness Is

Quiet! Quality time with my soul
I watch the sunrise filled with hues
I wake each morn - dawn breaks
Tranquility on my mind = opposing blues
My heart unbroken - I see it fit
Managing my life reasoning
I see the blue skies - uplifting me , day by day
The flowers bloom - I paint, I draw line
The definition creativity explanatory
I am at ease - the waves roll in
At the beaches - walking paths of lives
Shadows within - capturing memories
They are on the wall - I stand tall
Thus happiness too sets in - I save
I build self esteem - self love
I have self ownership of what I make
Breath - each breath my body may take
I see another day - becoming my way
And with a knock on the door of opportunity
I challenge the unknown , inevitable
A hug too today may come my way
I draw conclusions - I still paint
My goals are set - they are still quaint
I put it to the test each living day
Quiet - in solitude - my precious time
I speak - no one listens - I lend an ear
No dramatized monologue this  fear
The sound of music - tune by tune
Thus now you listen - not to the wall
And I put it to the test - Why I stand tall
I pick a flower - I capture this
And the beauteous bloom - in my room
Also dances with lyrics in my womb....

ANOTHER NEW BORN DAY

Hey - This is a brand new day
Wake up and smell the roses
They bloom - Each petal amazes me
The bud! Everlasting beauty in my mind
Next - I smell the coffee -  it perks
I am oblivious!  Now I am challenged
My heart is warmed by a touch of love
I look at those those radiant, beauteous skies
They overwhelm me - and this I find
My new born day- I give some thought
I contemplate - I write my reflections
Love - so speak just can't be bought
I wonder - and I ponder with words
They also challenge my IQ and personality
I look at life different sometimes
Optimistically speaking  - I voice
A little poise ! A little eloquence
I fill the void of roots   - Hence!
I share my day - it's all in a days life
I see - it really becomes me
And as I sit by the window pane
I see the beauteous Autumn leaves
Our supreme being is charming us
Thus I started my day - opening up
My heart flutters - It warms my heart
I got a little love this morning
It brightens my attitude - I see
I am perplexed - please remember me
I often work hours with my reflections
They inspire me - I want to inspire you
Stay tuned maybe tomorrow will bring
A whole new writing concept in your eyes
And yes indeed- the world still cries
It breaks my heart - each day I start
It's filled with joy none the less
Violence and destruction is in each path
I seem to take - now again , I might wake..

MY FACE

MY FACE

My eyes they tell a story
Darkness surrounds them
Deep set - worry lines
Throughout my aged face
It often amazes me - I see
Line defining me
I draw sometimes
And with admiration
I even draw conclusions
Raising an eyebrow
I pace myself
Suddenly I know how
The character developed
Deep wounds surround me
It was the wear and tear
Oftens tears settled in
As my life before me
Told my battled story
With the scars I trace
Each line on my face...

BOO

AH! I am white as a ghost
My eyes are deep seated
Staring at you I wonder
Do I have a reflection
In my precious mind
It is dark! My soul?
It is clever , it seeks
Attention in the heavens
I am a chosen one
It astounds me
I am me ! I am sound
And the love I found
Is near!!  
I exasperate
I choose the moment
In time
Soon the day comes
That I will disappear
In the mean time I am with you
What should I do?
Break the vow
May death do us part
I am astounded
It is breaking my heart
But I am with you
I stay with you
Soon I will go to heaven
And I will boast
In the skies
When I do
That I finally left, indeed
Then faith will be with seed...

HALLOWEEN FAN?

I raised a brow
Just sitting here
Thinking of you
Writing my reflections
Soon it will be the midnight hour
When I posed I thought
I could just make your day
So if you trick or treat
And the time is near
May the day be blessed and safe
And if you should carve a pumpkin
May he face reality
With the eyes upon you
And a smile on your face
I leave a trace
with the little ape
Standing beside you
And the message is clear
That on Halloween this year
Love permeates with innosense
And with a little from a friend
May it swarm within you, hence
So be it! I send my love

FLOWERS AND FRILLS

The morning dew ! Feeds my precious flowers
They bloom I open my eyes on the new day morn
I visualize reality! My garden I walk
Beneath my attitude - I pick the flowers
Breathing the aroma - I am oblivious
I feel my senses swarm through me
Wondering do I mark reality with the bud
I start with the rose! It's remarkable
Rubies are brilliant of its divine color
The hues saturating my mind - with thorn
Still life becomes me , soon beneath the snow
The twig lives on and dies in the wintertime
I know in my heart that that little rose
Delicate and pure of prevalent reality
Brings me love and a sense of tranquility
Still yet in bloom! A weed ! The dandelion
Stunting the growth by roots of grass
It dawned on me - I am infatuated
I pull it and pick this yellow blossom
It strengthens me into my precious mind
That at the same time it brings tears to my eyes
Down memory lane the bouquet in disguise
Was a gift from a toddler yet years ago
It means something and this time as time goes by
I sit by the window pane - I shall not cry
I open the door ! I dried out my flowers
In my heart I welcomed a dish too of memory lane
Along with the beauty of flowers and all of the frills
I ponder as I  see each dried petal remind me of pain.....

CURIO

The ultimate aura of a curio
And the curiosity vivid in the imagery
Poetic style with conclusion resulting
Full of contradiction a paradox to see
Creative ,unique imaginative virtue
Prominence, viewpoints to extreme
Poetize expression of creative writing
Foresee, clear visibility, in fact supreme
Permeating skills of virtuosity
The artist is inclined to encourage
Continuous inspirational imagination
Reflecting, then thou a mirage?
Songs of the world's natural creations
Beauteous, then thou the rose
Symbolizing love, purity and friendship
The artist thou then able to paint , still life the pose
Thou then roses are colorful some red
Blooming never in hues of blue
Bountiful to endure the charisma of love
The inner soul captured with who
To be unknown?!
The rose
Remarkable

Compilation    C   2006  Noble House Publishers
Poems  C   Individual copyright holders   Stacey Law

APARTMENT LIFE

Hark! Noises they surround me
In my head and in my mind - they are relevant
I hear a pin drop  - I must dwell
The sound as it may appear
So be it - such as menial - stipulates
The mind must then forever endeavor
The journey through course of time
I see then The pin that I find
Now it becomes me in personality
Psst! Still such as this a complaint
Wow! it's more than an opportunity
To justify my reflections as well
It's not in my head - In the reality
I woke! Glass popped? shattered
I do not see - and can not locate
Now it is apparent as I hear
Through these four walls the chatter
That it woke then all, me too
It's all in everyone's head - I look
Around  these familiar surroundings
Hey - I with you with IQ
I'm qualified in psychology too
Because now I see it truly a wit
That I see it fit - I 'm seeing this
You're all hearing things - in your head
And I hear the voices through the walls
So now the complaint is this
The rendez- vous- episode I see
You're complaining about me in my sleep
Waking up to a noise in the place
Now this goes deep in my mind
That the truth of the noise I don;t know
Except now what I hear is these four walls..
And with theory of observation
What did I find? The noise now from you
Commenting on thus the pin, too...

Labor Day 2015

It's life! The American Dream
Working - All in a days work
Once  upon a time - I went college
I worked hard - I became something
You save for years - your own things too
But society can get the best in you
You earn self respect - self pride
You grow old - retired now you hide
Away from reality - the young
They are disrespect - hence!
It's out of false pretense
You sit home at night - you try
To hold your head up - in desperation
Now you became a part of the old generation
They sit ans bicker - argue all day
I see the pits - I swim - sinking
Every once in a while I do a little drinking
I don't conform - I work
Retired and don't have to
I see the dark clouds now it's true
The old damn truth is a rendez - vous
They cling to fact you might then die
The American Dream they don't give a hoot
Just wonder what they get ? and if the could
The doctors would shoot - to steel
Even if blind ! They are that kind
Don't you fret,  In  fond memory
Forget! Then  in your will
The troubled waters. beneath your skin
Is there such a thing as a loved one
Do you wonder where?
Working your Dream?
Your time comes some day
You can't talk it with you
So be it it's best to play your part
Spend it ! Have fun
All in a days work
You earned it
At wit's end
That 's what I would do spend.

I SUPPOSE

Painting by Miss Stacey Law


I write reflections
Seeing vivid reality
I am prone to think
I appear abstract
With images in my brain
I am perplexed
It is complicated
However what I view
Is I see red white and blue
And as a matter of fact
I draw a conclusion
And this piece I could
Examine with poise
The beauty seen with these eyes
Exaggerating
I would
See the transition
It is relevant
I consent with hue
To share the beauty with you
My piece
I view it cold
And may it in turn
Excite the winter blues
Painting with those hues
I see it fit
Winter with true grit......

THE NERVE -OF THE MORNING BLUE

AND THUS I 'D RATHER FILL MY MIND


The dawn broke before I woke
Morning blues tell a story on you
I wake to your beligerant ways
Your attitude fills my days
I tremble with the thought
The despair entered my living soul
I wonder does it really ever end
I walk my paths - wanting to be alone
In life - enjoying my environment
Yet the disturbance is true
The tendencies of rut in my heart
Thus not this way should my day tis start
I see a sky so beauteous
A sunrise I miss - in my eyes with hue
I see envy ,I now see blue
Of time spent - I do not open the door
In my life to want the calamity
My beckon call - I write
My reflections - my mind clear
I want the hues warming me
To see the light each day
And the tunnel I walk through
Drawing the conclusion , I only knew
That the thoughts of you each day
As I can say - tell the story of a morning blue...

I RECOLLECT

Ah! I see stones!
I have lines on my face
They mature me
I see viewpoints - perceived
Mixed emotions
The vibes in my head
Hearing the words that you said
It's complicated?
Isn't it so
These words are all I know
Stones on my mind
What then shall I find?
I am perplexed
It's all convex
Concave? It sunk in
Here we go again
It's in my head
The words you said
I love you isn't an issue
Apologies mean nothing
I recollect
I will always remember
The words you said....

THE VISIONS

I'm daydreaming with visions in my mind
I sit by the window pane - crying
These bleeding eyes - they burn inside
I see turmoil - I see troubled waters
I shed those watered eyes with tears
I contemplate - Love is not in my sight
Then I see the angel"s faces blessing me
Halos on my head - I seek the heavenly skies
I know I am losing you - I see the signs
My arms they were open ever so wide
I chased the thought of love out of my heart
I spent my days - I count the whys
Now I daydream in the sun - I see hues
The rays upon my face - I am walking in shadows
Footsteps with God -I have memories
Lingering throughout my precious soul
I can't tell you why - but I forfeit
The treasures in my past - the memories lost
How can I mend the broken heart though
In time - I see the memories on the wall
You do not relate - will you remember me ?
Will anything mean anything to you
As you kept dwelling in the past
Your choices you made - they signify
Coping with no tomorrow - you quit
Living life with a true grit
I see the choice is yours - I see it....

I SUPPOSE

I suppose I try
I keep trying
My hands are tied
I am bliss
Skies are grey
It's another day
And I failed
I lost a friend
But in the end
It strengthens you
   Painting by Stacey Law   Acrylic on 30 by 40 Canvas   Available

MY BOOK "Beauteous Be Poesy"

I dedicated MY Life
Softly spoken
Inspiring the mind
Poetically written
They are beyond compare
The ultimate of loving
I wrote the words
Through these eyes
With this mind
To share a poetic view
I write - you read
Dramatically speaking
My thoughts with are you
With a sparkle in me
I invite to my world of poetry


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DECEIT IN MY LIFE

You entered my life in the world
I considered you wise
Perplexed I believed in you
I respected your status
Dreams were built
It's a song and a dance
Same ole story
Your cheating heart
The words came by
Used too lightly parted from the lips
I take a stance
Short lived we part
I wonder ! Does a man?
Mean anything?
Who do you ever believe?
Trust my word?
I did once
That I mean something
Live and let live
This I perceive
The cherry always has a pit
Here I sit
Bewildered
Once again disappointment!!
I'll learn
To build my wall stronger
And this I see fit
And I ponder
My thoughts I see
About you and me
I reckon it time
The stones you threw
The shot in the face
I never expected from you
I am oblivious
I am me
Once again I am free
In my heart I know it's true
I really meant nothing to you
So if this is true
So be it and ponder
Words are only words
So someone might speak
But that shot in the face
The words were not weak...

DISTRAUGHT

I challenge my integrity
Putting forth my best efforts
I walked the straight and narrow today
I breathe each step with wonder
Building dreams to pass the day
I ponder with all my thoughts
Emotions surround me
I end the given week with a night cap
Bewildered I speculate
I meditate with my personality
Perceiving I am of temptations
Looking in the mirror I am old
I've then aged - Thus a peculiar moment
Am I loved ? I am in desperation
Charmed by the inevitable
I hold myself within my arms
My loving nature becomes me
I am awake each day wondrous
The sky is dark, stars they shine
And the pregnant star develops
Maturity strikes in my soul
In my heart- The broken vow
I relish the thought ! It is despair
I see distraught lines on my face
They are of deep seated experiences
Yet I have another moment to breathe
It becomes my final hour
I will rest and when breath takes me
The time will cease- I'll rest in peace...

IN BLOOM

MY FINALS PAINTING   one of them A daffodil trio


IN BLOOM


I gaze at the sun
I am oblivious
Sitting in the wilderness
I bloom
The sun goes down
And I am still
so glamorous
And I ponder with doom
In despair
I wait for the morning hour
BOLD with the bright sunrise
I am sensuous
I reach a climax
Heightened by the noon hour
In due time the rain nurtures me
I am beauty
I am power
My visual appeal is real
Seeking that of emotions
I strengthen you
In your eyes I view
I am beauteous
And yes, I am the flower...

I SPECULATE

ONE OF MY PAINTINGS  of a famous sculpture  with a ballet twist

I reckon I dance
I dip
I take a stance
The music moves me
I am freedom
Beauty becomes me
I love richness
Yet this I see
I hold myself deep
My eyes they surround me with wound
I proclaim
The mood swings
My ear it rings
I look deep inside my mind
I am crying out
My soul touches me
I embrace
Tenderness
In the light , this I see
The tunes play
I listen to every word
I see you
You amaze me
My heart listens
I speculate
You pour on the charm
Love sings in the air
We speak the words forever
What do they mean?
I reckon I still dance
And the skies beauty in the air
Those flowers still bloom
And it occurred to me
I met you
You're on my mind
The rose I see
The petals too, so clear
It all paints a picture
I love you , my dear

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I LOVE YOU

The birds they chirp at dawn with the morning dew
The sky cloudy with a haze and a hint of a storm
I journey through time, day after day and I see
That the birds thus chirping really enlightens me
My mind it wanders - it takes its toll
I ponder in thought ! I reckon it is true
That God granted the beauty to really love you
I listen! You sing - you play me a tune
I wake - I sit yet not to solitude
Occasionally you hit the high note and the cleft
It takes on a new attitude! no rhythm of blues
The beckon call! I hear it! It amazes me
And thus every chirp I hear - I see, I say
Musta been - coulda been heavenly said
I stand in the waking hour of the spring
I see! They said with love of the morning dew
I love each new born day with waking opportunity
And thus the footprints each day - A new chance!
How beauty is nature to wake with the mind at a dance..

SIGNIFICANCE OF BEAUTY

The BEAUTY of aura    " Significance Of Beauty"  was in the International Competitions and in an Anthology called   "Invoking The Muse"

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I MOTIVATE YOU

I draw
I see reflections
I am oblivious to the light
Shading with texture
I accentuate
I wonder if I see
The dark eyes I portray
Through your eyes
I show wear and tear
In life , a wonder
I conclude with line
I am fine
And I and dwelling in society

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH CELEBRATING STILL (EARTH DAY)

  EARTH DAY   with love


                                                                 TAKE A STANCE


Dawn breaks - in the wee hours of the day
A cloud thus in the sky
The sun it is shining with its rays
Hues they permeate in the mind
I see beauty, it enchants me
Nurturing life - the trees glow
It's spring - the rose no longer beneath the snow
The thorn it pricks - it inspires me
Beauteous be that when it blooms
Mesmerized by the golden sunrise
God's creation of the heavenly skies
I wonder! I ponder with  thoughts
Meditating I take a stance
The petals they may wilt in time
Precious they be may the raindrops be clear
And pure the ozone through the roots
The point - sharpened in our minds
May we care - the beautiful bud
Needs beauty in nature and too our personality
Reflections of the brush - to clarity
The rain we need to purify to purity.

optical Illusion

Opt Art  Abstract

This painting is in it's preliminary stages and is still in the process of completion

I am mesmerized
I view with perspective
Enchanting the eye
I see vivid with imagination
Hues are infatuating me
I am convinced
My vision appeal
Will enhance
The beauty of the beholder
Viewpoints are sharp
I guide my eyes to the point
Yes it comes into focus
I am indeed! responding
Hypnotized...

I AM A FLUTTER

I flutter - I fall
Stumbling over a rock
Then I take a stand
Listening - I cringe
What has the world become?
Obnoxious be that of you
That walks in my path
With envy of my soul
I breathe the air
I reckon it is life
Surrounding me is time
And time marches on
Thus I still see
The ideosyncracy
Thus it is time
The world has you
Endeavoring my thoughts
I reckon it is still time
Obnoxious tis you
I see my day a flutter
The wild wind it stops
And you walk on by
Dead in your tracks
Seriously affecting me
I detach, I am in awe
I am oblivious
I keep on in my path
And in my mind
I never dwell
The skies are blue
The sun is warm
God is with my day
You are the dysfunction
I am the well...

THE BETRAYAL

My life before me
I am surrounded
I see hurt- I vision pain
My eyes they see sorrow too
Memories on the wall
God betrayed me
My reflections see the bright side
I reckon I did
Time passes by
The pain deepens
I'm the victim
I keep my sanity
Objectively I have no faith
The knock at the door
Keeps violating me
The sun shines
It reveals a brand new day
The light permeates
I shed no tears
I have a cold front
Love is no issue
Love causes more pain
Sorrow is an exclamation
I ponder
I look at myself
I am empty
My seeds of faith
There is no reality
I lost my life with God!!!

OVERWHELMED

Today - I woke , I see no light
The tunnel overwhelmed me
I recollect the visions in my sight
I sort through my life, at wits end
I challenge the inevitable
Doomed I am in despair
Looking around me
Responsibilities endless, everywhere
Listing the significant chores
My life it is on hold
I am very busy and I ponder
The chore is clear
Digging in - I start
It's all in a day's work
I fret
The deadlines add up
I grab my coffee
Whoa is me!
The poker face, I develop
I stare at it all
It's dawn
I'll make it through
Today
It's my day off
Wow
I ponder at my thought
How did it all add up?
For a long time
I'll be sipping that cup..


Hi Everybody!!   Busy , Busy , Busy   MIDTERMS this a week.. I will post again soon. With Love
Stacey

SELF PORTRAIT

I am me
I am who I am
Confidence strikes me
I try
I pour out my heart
I learn my self pride
I swallow it
Many a day
I daydream
I am proud....


This is my FIRST Self Portrait   FIRST Portrait I ever painted...
With time and practice    Makes PERFECTION

Yes It is " Beauteous Be Poesy"

Beauteous Be!  It nourished my soul!
It blooms right into my personality
I write reflections, I draw
Conclusions are in my mind
I read between the lines
And what do I see?
Images in my brain, My IQ then
It becomes me! I smell
The aroma with my senses
Petal by petal, I am embraced
With my sight, I see the curio
And my eyes, they dwell
Bruised with the brushstroke
I paint a picture with the hues
By my side, I contemplate
I then endeavor  this
My aura! I am surrounded
I look around and I find
It all sums up! Love is around me
Hark! Yet I am nurtured with evil
The ugly horror! I am distraught
I have movement in time
I viewed God so pure to live by
I view the reality. Again I see
This precious book, my soul
Lingering memories.
It's my pride , my baby
My work of art!!!
My eyes they never cry
I am the victim of circumstance
My twinkling pupils dance
I developed self pride
I still feel bruised by reality
Yet my book is creatively
Subjected to this, subjected to that
I drew LINE and  GESTURE
I see the beauty, beauteous be..
Take a look at yourself ,
Then look at me...

DEDICATED TO ALL THE DEROGATORY , UNSUPPORTIVE, UNCONSTUCTIVE
CRITICISM in my life  

NEARING DEATH

The last star I see - I miss my wish
Hopefully the sunset really misses me
I loved my meditation with the morning rise
God inspired me with those beautiful radiant skies
I too loved those precious chirps at dawn
How I wish I could turn the page each day
With memories lingering beautifully today
Each day I wake I treasure quality time
I ponder at the thoughts of love
It passed me by! Although I think
The more I tried - the more my heart bled
The final days - with God I spend
Can I see his loving hand - footprints in the sand
God you took my life years ago - Why?
Did I walk the paths of a dreary rut?
Now as I write the reflections from my soul
Does my mind wander? Do I tell?
My inner thoughts - deep inside I scream
What the hell does all this really mean?
My roses - they never bloom - petals they rot
I wanted beauty in my life - and breath
'I worked hard God - between me and you
As a poet - Ben Burroughs I believed in
Work hard - and build a living dream
Where art thou? Why art thou?
Where is the true grit meaning of life
It passed me by - day by day it failed
Where is the meaning of values of success?
My feelings I must suppress
My endangered species - May God bless
I walk - I talk ! No one listens
I am walked all over - kicked around
Peace - yet never found - I cry
The sky falls in my eyes - a doom
Yet it is another day I 'll try....

Ben Burroughs is a poet I loved in Syracuse NY  that wrote some beautiful inspiration in the newspaper  locally there