Yellow Wallflower — Grunge Art by kenne
Yellow wallflower
Mounted in a classic frame
Please speak to me, dear.
— kenne
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Yellow Wallflower — Grunge Art Leave a comment
Flame Skimmer — Grunge Art Leave a comment
Flame Skimmer — Grunge Art by kenne
“So long as the sense of the observing subject remains,
there is the effort, however indirect, to control feeling from the outside,
which is resistance setting up turmoil in the stream.
Resistance disappears and the balancing process comes into full effect,
not by intention on the part of the subject,
but only as it is seen that the feeling of being the subject,
the ego, is itself part of the stream of experience
and does not stand outside it in a controlling position.”
— Alan Watts
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A Thistle And Exposed Cleavage Leave a comment
Grunge Art by kenne
Let anyone that has
an eye for beauty
take a view of the thistle.
Its grace and symmetry
will but complement
a string of pearls near
her exposed cleavage
to which we share
music and a glass of wine.
— kenne
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Black Headed Grosbeak — Grunge Art Leave a comment
Black Headed Grosbeak — Grunge Art by kenne
No valid plans for the future
can be made by those who
have no capacity for living now.
— Alan Watts
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“Night Owl” (Great Horned Owl) — Grunge Art by kenne
On the winding path
I continued to follow
An owl sat perched
Old tree remain hollow
Its eyes were wide
Piercing through me
Claws dug in
To the barren tree
Hoot hoot hoot
A steady beat
Inviting me
To take a seat . . .
— from The Owl by Victoria Ruth
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American Stout Butterfly Leave a comment
American Stout Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
Spontaneity,
A runaway moment caught
In a new setting.
— kenne
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Desert Evening Primrose 1 comment
Desert Evening Primrose — Grunge Art by kenne
I grow
in the bajadas
along rocky slopes
pushing aside
dry gravel
in search of sun.
No rain
shortens my growth,
hastening
my buds
to open early
in the cool
of the evening,
closing by
mid-morning.
I am
a primrose,
oenothera primiveris
by name.
— kenne
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Two Ravens 1 comment
“Two Ravens” — Grunge Art by kenne
Two ravens find love
Sharing many emotions —
Together for life.
Known as a jokester
This black bird of nevermore —
Messenger for gods.
The bird’s intense gaze
depicting evil to some —
souls of wicked priests.
Disregard the myths
Of dark pressing messages —
nevermore to break.
— kenne
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Desert Marigold — Grunge Art 1 comment
Desert Marigold — Grunge Art by kenne
Desert wildflowers
Can make you a believer,
Bloom on my beauties.
— kenne
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Bee On Thistle Grunge Art Leave a comment
Bee on Thistle Grunge Art by kenne
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
we need bees, and
bees need you!
— Friends of the Earth
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Cooper’s Hawk Grunge Art Leave a comment
Cooper’s Hawk Grunge Art by kenne
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A Raven Morning 2 comments
A Raven Morning — Grunge Art by kenne
A raven morning
Darkness is fading away
But leave us the wind.
— kenne
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Plant Gall Art Leave a comment
Plant Gall — Grunge Art by kenne
“In nature nothing exists alone.”
— Rachel Carson
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Poetry of Resistance 2 comments
Grunge Art by kenne
For the Consideration of Poets
where is the poetry of resistance,
the poetry of honorable defiance
unafraid of lies from career politicians and business men,
not respectful of journalist who write
official speak void of educated thought
without double search or sub surface questions
that war talk demands?
where is the poetry of doubt and suspicion
not in the service of the state, bishops and priests,
not in the service of beautiful people and late night promises,
not in the service of influence, incompetence and academic
clown talk?
— Haki Madhubuti
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The People Know, It’s Winter In America and I’m Looking for Some Rain Leave a comment
Gill Scott-Heron — Grunge Art by kenne
Gil Scott-Heron was a soul and jazz poet, musician, and author known as one of the most important progenitors of rap music, aggressive, no-nonsense street poetry that inspired a legion of intelligent rappers. He has been called ‘the black Bob Dylan.’
WINTER IN AMERICA
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain
Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can’t stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it’s winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America
The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it’s hoping
Hoping for some rain
And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it’s winter
It’s winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It’s winter, Lord knows
It’s winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America
And now it’s winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows, nobody knows
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
— Gill Scott-Heron
If you are interested in some great music, damn good poetry and a little history of this nation, check out the video — it’s all about holding on to your dreams.
