Chess Art - 1 ( It's here because I made Limerick/s and a Sonnet to it)

Limerick

There is a passage ahead
With an alien in suit red,
Walking on squares
Chess board thoroughfares,
He’s a future orb thoroughbred.

(Thru the times corridor
They will come in peace or war
What is out there?
And who knows where
They’ll arrive from distant star)

Surrealistic Scene – A Sonnet

Each day and night's a surrealistic scene
Of everything and its truest own fire
And those moments that are here about between
Of feelings from within and their desire

There is no haste in day’s eternity
Or that which becomes for its own rose
Like all that is here in a plenum free
So is all awareness of reaching close

The heart shall never in story be told
For it is like dark seed of a flower
Its beat your attention for short may hold
But then departs within the reality hour

Thus if there is an epic there arresting
It never has a long span that's testing

Pencil Vs Camera Vs Poem - 20

Limerick

There is a man that can fly,
A real Jet man of the sky,
Fusion man Yves
Through air drives,
Like a traveling bird high.

Flying

We are all geniuses today
One by one I observe and say
Breaking rules of what we can
Making abstract of the uncommon
This and that we didn’t know
That it is we must show
Plainly done or complex
Take it easy now relax

Fly me fly me to the moon
Let me pass into deep space
New galaxies I’ll see soon
In their turning many ways
Deep beyond and further still
Where no man has gone yet
Every dream I must fulfill
On my own and with my jet

We have made our day clear
Finding out and all steer
That was not suppose to be
But we anyway did it free
Asking question not of why
Only doing what we try
This is so much fun to feel
Taking off to what isn’t real

We are passing through a stage
All their feeling and debates
Nothing seems unreachable
Not being unmade unteachable
We have made the sky fall
With our inventive certain call
All is undependable on a thought
And that we did or even ought

Fly me fly me to the moon
Let me pass into deep space
New galaxies I’ll see soon
In their turning many ways
Deep beyond and further still
Where no man has gone yet
Every dream I must fulfill
On my own and with my jet

Fly me fly me to the moon
Let me see all the distances
New galaxies I’ll see soon
Let me take my chances
You and I together are
Feeling these times now
Let us hope and reach a star
To all our dreams somehow

Limerick

Thru the sky he'll always go
Fast forward or soaring slow,
Yves man Rossy
In getup glossy,
On his silver wings hey ho!

Pencil Vs Camera Vs Poem - 19

The Candle Is Burning

The candle is burning too much
For both the plant and misses
Reality somewhere out of touch
But still there’s hope for kisses

Affection is sometimes strange
Its threads not always too clear
But how love their knots arrange
Is not theme of the poem here

It’s rather to observe and make
A love story that is still untold
How eyes of two beings awake
And can’t their fervor longer hold

Uh (the frog)

I think she loves
Mr. Plant
Though he's a bit
Like an ant

She’s the girl
With the earring
And always through
The canvas staring

He has fire
In his big bud
But perhaps he
Loves her not

(Heard conversation between 2 smelly clogs):

Limerick

There's a girl with an earring
That is oddly now wearing,
A large gas mask
Don't wonder or ask,
Maybe she's only smell swearing!

Pencil Vs Camera Vs Poem - 18

A Blind Spot

A blind spot on the road
That we try to walk around
It has mirages of a load
Nowhere else in life found

It may try to bring us chaos
And we risk of being lost
While we go there across
To its ways of star-crossed

Like a hole in the ground
Is the experience of the new
Nowhere else to be found
Only truth still to the few

Pencil Vs Camera Vs Poem - 17

Grasp the Mental Game

Life is like a chess play
One by one they move:
Pawns to a Queen – away
Make attack to improve!

Square to square advance
Grasp the mental game
Give the King his chance
Have a patience to be tame :)

Carefully observe adversary
Wrong move can’t be adjust
Chess art is like all military
No one out there really to trust

Pencil Vs Camera Vs Poem - 16

Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to ashes
My own paper heart
A love fire crashes
Each broken love’s dart
My feelings for you
Are the inside of all
Some make me so blue
As they onward call

Like forest of green
From roads endlessly on
My love is between
Some sweet or bygone
A kindle of its fire
We together adhere
Burn of love’s desire
In faraway and near

Oh love my everlasting
A tear that I shed
Like a paper white casting
Of everything we said
The flames of yellow
And red torching light
Drops of blue mellow
For now is the night

Pencil Vs Camera Vs Poem - 15

I feel like a Koala
(Also named: Vanishing From Civilization)

The moon is passing by
In its ceaselessly of deep
With pictures of alone sky
No one is suppose to keep

Animals of disappearance
Those gone are tomorrow
Never getting adherence
But were alive awhile ago

Refrain:
I feel like a Koala
Climbing the tree
World’s full of cabala
And its strings inside me
The day is a yearning
A flower - its seed!
Sometimes like a burning
That from within I read

Dreams of the ending time
Anything that has beyond
As it comes to its prime
And to oblivion has abscond

Beautiful image of a play
Alive once in its own birth
Though nothing can stay
Everlastingly to this earth

Refrain:
I feel like a Koala
Climbing the tree
World’s full of cabala
And its strings inside me
The day is a yearning
A flower - its seed!
Sometimes like a burning
That from within I read

The river of life and demise
Running clocks’ tick-tick
Like a horizon of lost ties
In a world often dogmatic

Beautiful creatures of lost
What have we all done?
To where have you crossed
Vanishing from civilization

Don’t let me go ceaselessly to deep
My heart is yours forever to keep

Don’t let me go ceaselessly to deep
My heart is yours forever to keep

I feel like a Koala…
Struggling against extinction…