Tag: art
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Poem: About Changing Routine
Change Days Sit and ponder this night, Seems like something’s not right. Day disappears, too short. Must, many plans, abort. – After tackling deeds must, Barely breaking through crust, Feel exhausted, lost drive. At last to couch arrive. – Must make changes, add wants, To liven up rote jaunts. Same old routines, must thwart. Dream…
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Poem about a Grand Dog
Grand Dog Pup come for visit. Please tell, how is it? When he came small, cute. One year, massive brute. – Face huge, jowls dripping. Squeaky toy ripping. His face close to mine; So near, oozing slime. – Friends come, are afraid, Then on lap head laid. Sweet, loving grand dog. But couch he does…
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Poem about Tax Free Tips Act of 2011
Tax Free Tips Act of 2011 Why tax tips, aren’t they a gift? Doesn’t this make you miffed? Bill in place to correct farce. Supporters for it are sparse. Introduced to committee There to sit, such a pity. June Nash This has always been a sore spot of mine. I would like to see the…
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Poem: Own Thoughts
Own Thoughts Teachers, all types, to form Young minds, to fit the norm. This course must be followed, To gain knowledge borrowed, If to grasp own insight Of world as whole, and fight For recognition of thought, Veering from what was taught. – – June Nash
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Poem about The Sleeping Artist
The Sleeping Artist – Among artists, I am grand. Masterpiece on easel’s stand. I do portraits, ‘scapes of land. Create all with stroke of hand. – Painting best when it is late. Quiet time to concentrate. Never famous ‘tis my fate, Only paint in slumber’s state. – If I could create these things, Artwork, in…
June Nash 