The Floral Edge…
Light’s glow, electric
Alive with silent passion.
Uncontainable.
©E.D. Allee
September, 2014
Posts tagged ‘passion’
Internal Detonation….
Splattered passion,
Blank canvas no more,
Anger, joy, sorrow, pain,
Making known internal lore.
Storytelling through random arrangements,
Implementing fates’ unbridled design.
Energies born of the varied spectrum,
Create layers of sublime.
Love.
Light.
Desire.
Avoidance.
Harmony.
Peace.
Hope.
Defiance.
Art’s voice is heard,
Creativity’s expression given life.
By splatters of paint,
Meant to illuminate what’s inside…
©E.D. Allee
February, 2014
Cupid: Spare Another Arrow?
Wherever you are dear Cupid,
Please break out your bow.
I’m just not convinced,
You’re done with one arrow.
Love can sometimes fade,
We may need a shot or two.
To revive the passionate flame,
We, at one time, knew.
Life can become distracting;
Times and people change.
Marriages and relationships fail.
Not all love remains.
I know that you are busy,
Much new love to spread.
But if it’s not too much to ask,
Could a few extra arrows you shed?
To the old veterans of love,
Who’ve been with one person for years.
So that love will flourish,
Lend us your Cupidy ears.
Shoot another arrow to reignite the spark.
We need to keep alive the love in our sometimes fickle hearts…
©E.D. Allee
February, 2014
Someone Shot Cupid!
Someone shot dear Cupid.
Who might it have been?
Fluffy winged cherub,
Who could be so grim?
Cupid, sweet spreader of new love,
Igniter of passionate desire.
I’m just sure the murderer,
Will become very familiar with fire!
I can respect the resentment,
One could develop over time.
Feeling ignored and abandoned,
No sharp arrows did they find.
But really now, it’s a bit much,
To take out the little guy.
He was just doing his job,
With love’s timing, he did comply.
I hope there is an apprentice,
Or we’re all doomed indeed.
Now that Cupid’s gone to heart heaven,
Leaving the world in desperate need.
©E.D. Allee
February, 2014
Pic:http://s392.photobucket.com/user/jefforycloyd/media/JeffsCommentsPG/SomeoneShotCupid.jpg.html
Aside
A Poet’s Passion…
Untamed, unfiltered, unbound,
Seeking expression upon void canvases.
Coloring a world within an ornate frame,
Embellishing life with elegant song and dance.
Emotions unfiltered, internal truths revealed,
Romantic strings strummed upon the heart.
Echoes of times past and to come,
Mirroring the surrounding world through art.
A flame, an inferno,
Producing immense heat.
Which scorches frozen souls,
With the warmth they crave and need.
No cap, no max, no attempts to bind,
A voice lubricated by inhibition.
Unwinding in a flow of erupted energy,
Feeding on inspiration’s gifted nutrition.
Poetry is the medium,
Which intently selects it’s vessel.
Received with acceptance or not,
A poet’s passion cannot be quelled!
©E.D. Allee
February, 2014
Pic:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Passion-337329232
Painted Heart…
Splashes of color.
A raw expression in paint.
Your heart on canvas…
©E.D. Allee
January, 2014
Picture:http://christeas.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Abstract-Art-masterpiece.jpg
journeyinrhyme 
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on February 10, 2014