A Masterpiece!

A Poem is a paintingBy Phebe HeskethA poem is a painting that is not seen,A painting is a poem that is not heard. That’s what poetry is-a painting in the mind.Without palette and brushit mixes words into images.The mind’s edge sharpens the knifeslashing the canvas with savage rockstwisting the trees and limbs into tortuous shapesas Van Gogh didor bewitched by movement’s grace,captures the opalescent skirtsof Degas’ ballet dancers.But words on...

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The Lines of Fate!

It seems as though for years everyone has scrutinised and studied Went’s hands in almost every photograph and interview of his.  Who can blame them?  Went uses his hands to gesticulate every thing he says so it’s pretty hard to miss them especially when they are so beautifully formed and used.  Therefore it’s no surprise at all that a palmist would find Went’s hands fascinating to read, wouldn’t you agree? I must admit I too have been...

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Happy Valentine's Day!

“You are so loved!”I enjoy this poem by Carol Ann Duffy and thought that I’d share it with you on Valentine’s Day seeing as though Went has an insatiable love of food.I'm not quite sure if Went's taste buds can handle their sweet flavour, but I ask you with tears in my eyes "What is food without onions?". [She jokes.]Valentineby Carol Ann DuffyNot a red rose or a satin heart.I give you an onion.It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.It...

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The Hug!

Credit: nova. – Wentology.The young lady in the photo with Went must’ve read the poem below, before going to UCLA on the 6th November 2013.Lucky for her, Went just happened to be there so she could give him a “vice grip” hug.  Whether it was lucky for Went we shall never know unfortunately.  [She jokes.]Although after scrutinizing the photo a little closer it does appear that Wenty is enjoying “the grip” too, as he seems to be reciprocating...

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