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“CHERCHEZ LA FEMME”

POEM 3: “CHERCHEZ LA FEMME”
a.k.a.: “In Her/The Mood!”

12/30/16 Freya’s Day, the last one this year!

Chaucer kissed her “nether eye,”
I prefer her flute!

For, when I can blow it thus . . .
It produced a toot!

Pref’rences are all around . . .
For the young and old . . . .

But, one thing I think you know . . .
(Ya) Gotta be quite BOLD!

Whether holding hands or more! . . .
You must “make a move.”
Else, you’ll never really
Find . . . “One” that’s in “the mood!”
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Included with this Painting is the original Poem by the author by copyright

“Politically Incorrect And Not Proud Of It!” 

“HARDHEADED MONSTER!” a poem. August 28, 2018 – Tuesday. a.k.a.: “Politically Incorrect And Not Proud Of It!”

He won’t listen – to anyone – ANYONE AT ALL!!

Or! He listens to EVERYONE, but will not “heed their call!”

They-used-to-say: “You’re a FREE-THINKER!” or “You’re clever & cool,”

But NOW – “You’re HARDHEADED!” He-says: “I ain’t nobody’s fool?!” 🙂

He follows his intuition; he weighs things (as) fair or not;

He takes his time at parties; he likes to sit a lot,

And read a porno magazine – or write a poem or two!

“YOU! You-are-so-hardheaded – with-you-what-can-we-do?!”

He’s especially hardheaded, when he is often called:

STUBBORN

or

OBSTINATE, for he has “fire walled,”

ALL of THEIR objections – and-”constructive-criticisms,”

Labels, opinions, spite & fumes – AND-THEIR-PLETHORA OF “ISM”s!

fin. ❤

“WINDMILLS – SPINNING!” 💥💥

“WINDMILLS – SPINNING!” a poem August 26, 2018 – Sunday

THERE ARE WINDMILLS IN YOUR MIND,

with wind-spokes spinning ‘round!

Are you SEARCHING FOR YOURSELF!? and-Where might YOU be found?

Are you the clever MIND, which contains this scenic scape?

Or The Windmill(s), gently flowing (pause) upon some curtain’s drape?

Are you the HUB-the-center? The SHAFT, or emanation,

Of spokes – which do extend – OR – are-you WITHIN This Station,*

You could-maintain the-apparatus – the moving parts and such,

Be THE WIZARD-behind-a-window? Perhaps you’re Swiss or Dutch!

WELL, NOW, LOVER, I’VE NO ANSWERS, to these questions;

They’re not mine (?)

I AM just a painter, and I-offer-(you) this design,

And I (sometimes) ask some silly questions; it is a fool’s role,

For, am I you? Are-you not me? And have we reached our goal?**

fin. ❤

* – (Yes) I haven’t got a clue; (pause) but Honey, I love you!

** – I still have got no clue, but, my Darling, I love you!

“I love you,” said Phillip; “I’ll miss you TOO much,💜💜💜

“THE PRAGMATIST’S CALL!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Stoic’s Credo!” a.k.a.: “How To Remain Pragmatic In The Most Emotional Circumstances!” August 13, 2018 MONDAY, Lisa.

BUDDHIST “ATTACHMENT!” Yes, Buddhist! Ha, ha –

Attachment! – to girlfriend – fam’ly-pet – or papa,

Or attachment – to structure – or fond memories,

Or going to Paris – or visiting The Trees!

Energy? Particles?! Bouncing – around,

Attachment to HER – HIM – or IT – that you found?

“I love you,” said Phillip; “I’ll miss you TOO much,

IF-you-de-materialize – IF we can not touch!

Energy-is-malleable – it-can-be-anything,

Not created-or-destroyed – re-arrangement can bring,

THAT PURE, SPECIAL SOMEONE, you can’t do without,

And, IF you just can’t – (pause) with attachment, you’ll pout.

IF-you-notice transformation, or apparent dissolving,

Energy’s-just-energy; lose-your-sense(s)-and-you’re-solving –

The-Problem-of-Attachment, BUT-with-senses-intact,

Won’t you just always – seem to – just-RE-ENACT,

Another-energy-structure – that you so enjoy,

That you-CAN’T-LIVE-WITHOUT-(it) – it’s YOUR GIRL – or YOUR BOY?

We’re all taught to treasure – the structures we see,

Of feel, taste and touch, ‘cause they’re you and they’re me!?

WITHOUT ALL THOSE SENSES, YOU AIN’T GOT MUCH SENSE,

But! You-do-lose-attachment! Why-not sit on “the fence?”

And hold on lightly – and don’t let go?

‘Til-the-structure(s)-dissolve(s);

And-you-can-say: “Ho, ho, ho?!”

DO YOU KNOW OR CAN-YOU-GUESS THAT THE ENERGY YOU LOVE – IS SOON TO MATERIALIZE INTO ANOTHER-SILKEN-GLOVE?

Well, you-can-always LOVE EVERYTHING – OR NOTHING AT ALL,

Forgive and/or Forget – is The Pragmatist’s

Call! 🙂

fin. ❤

THE NEWEST TREND! of the day! Is it REALLY – here to stay?💥💥💥💥💥

“SWEAT HOGS!” a poem August 13, 2018 (Moon)

THE NEWEST TREND! of the day!

Is it REALLY – here to stay?

PHARMACOLOGY – ON THE PROWL,*

Now-seeking what is on our towel!

Dermatologists-announce: “SWEATING’s BAD;

If you sweat TOO MUCH, we-can-make-you-glad:

We’ll treat it, AND CURE IT – this-you-can-bet,

We have-just-the-thing (pause) so-you-won’t-get-wet!

SWEATING’s A MEDICAL CONDITION TOO;

Don’t ‘let it go;’ it might hurt you,

And, of course, we’ve-got-the-medication YOU NEED,

Which will – your sweat, (pause) safe-ly impede!”

IT USED TO BE,** sweat was GOOD,

It cools the body – and toxins would,

Be released, (pause) through your skin,

And-your sweat might stink; it could-smell-of-tin,

Or something worse! like rotten meat,

I was told-to-be-grateful! for-even-sweaty-feet,

Indicate – the-body’s pushing-out,

Nasty stuff! Let’s cheer and shout,

For exercise – and-sweating-a-lot,

BUT – Now, it’s bad, and what we’ve got,

Are medical, money-making schemes,

They must pay people – to-tailor-p.r.-dreams,

To simply label: EVERY-CONDITION-AS-WRONG,

So a new medicine can come along,

And-make-us-so-healthy; what “the heck?”

It seems our health they wish to wreck!

Well, I like to sweat – and it doesn’t smell bad;“

Mr. Kotter- I’m-a-SWEAT-HOG*** – and I’m so glad!!” 🙂

fin. ❤

    • as usual!! 🙂

** – as with so many other conditions years ago, when I was “growing up!”

*** – see, “Welcome Back, Kotter,” a wonderful sit-com which, years ago, portrayed the antics of a wise-cracking Brooklyn high school teacher, dealing with his wonderful class of exceptionally special students, known as “Sweathogs!”

When you hold ‘em, they nearly quake,💥💥💥💥💥💥

“MID-MORNING LIGHTS, a FLOWER STORY!” a poem Thursday: 2 Aug 2018

(dedicated: to beautiful, secluded Australian flower varieties!)

The prettiest roses – I ever did see – had THORNS as big as-my-bended-knee,

For nature – protects from casual assault –

Those things CONSIDERED “pretty” without a fault!?

So, pick a bunch of:

Not so bright,

Not so fragrant,

MID-MORNING-LIGHT –

No one seems to pick ‘em – they’re kinda hidden,

BUT – rarer -than-roses – Ya! No kiddin’!

Pick as many as you can hold;

They like to cuddle and do not scold,

When they weep and flare and flake,

When you hold ‘em, they nearly quake,

With joy – that you found them – in the shade:

They’re the most “scrumptious” flowers –

That God ever made! 🙂

fin. ❤