Look
Can you not see?
He truly loves me
He loves ME more than Her!
I have a secret
You will never know
You cannot see my eyes
You cannot see my soul
Why can you not
Let Me Be
Keep playing Poppet
One,two,three,four
One,two,three,four
Do not stop
or we will both loose our place
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four...
Angel Face
Yes You!
You Are
AN Angel
MY angel
Your skin,
Your neck....Oh such beauty...'tis a sin to want to kiss that neck forever But forever I do I long for you.....Oh such longing...
Such desire....
I WANT TO POSSESS YOU!
You are my trusted one
Come to me;
I look at you son
And see my memory and my death;
Vixen!
My Muse of fire
My Titian-haired goddess
My Proud Maisie, Mary, Helen, Cassandra
My Valkyrie
With you, there is the possibility of infinite happiness Be Mine, Be Mine;
You Are Mine
But not mine anymore;
You are mine
You are both mine
And I love you,
Your love for our children
Fills me with joy
That is why I capture these moments
So that you will remember
How much I love you
All
Your body is strong Geertje
You ARE my rock
For Saskia has gone to be with her babies Yes Moeder, Parter and Broeder Gracious,serene and humble But you Geertje You ARE my rock Do not desert me dear For I will never desert you, Your body is strong Geertje You Are my rock DO not doubt for a moment All will be well.....
Why Do You Not Believe ME?
Aaaah you have looked into my eyes!
Sunita, Sunita SUNITA,
Open your arms love
Open your lips
Let me drown
in your warm body
Kitty, Kitty, KAT,
Open your arms love
Open your lips
Come to Papa
Come
Isobel, Isobel, ISOBEL,
Open your arms love
Open your lips
You are Nefertiti
Come
Take that look off your face
I know
I have seen her - your sketch
Bigger than mine
Those eyes, those lips, those hips
Another gypsy
Let the tambourines ring
Whatever John wants
John gets!
I have melted into you
We are one;
I am woman
Whore, Saint, Wife
Powerful
I am frail
I am delicate
I am a beauty
I am Marie Therese
I am a beauty
I can not live without Him
I am Jacqueline
I am a beauty
I can not live without Him
Yes, it is I
I am Francoise
I am a beauty
I can live without Him
I am Peter - not an illusion
I am Gregory - steadfast and true
I am an Aboriginal Man
We have blissfully melted into one
Leaving others behind;
Sing to me loudly
So I know you are there and
I will talk about our life together
For you are you
And I am I
And I am you
and you ARE ME
Isabella H
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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She has truly captured the exhibition
ReplyDeleteincorporating the language of the period
as well as the thoughts of the subjects
Truly excellent !!!
Such a delight to read
ReplyDeleteThe essence of the exhibition has been captured
in many ways
Enhancing visions of the exhibition as you read
Taking you back in time
I knew it was you before I got to the last line!!!!!!!Our comments and poetry so accurately describes who we are. Is is brave or reckless to so expose ourselves to others? XX Cay
ReplyDeleteAfter stumbling across the exhibition in Melbourne
ReplyDeletei decided to review the web site
and while reading a few works
this piece has inspired me to try my
hand at writing
and to be brave at expressing myself to the world ! anaya
Words come to mind
ReplyDeleteFascinating,imperative, expressive
The written words have entrapped the works that
hang in the gallery
With love, loss and intimacy hidden within the words
The author showed an imposing view
A very enchanting read
Benjamin
There is just something
ReplyDeletehaunting about you work
a look beyond life
Jake
As i drifted off to a time gone by
ReplyDeletewith words like
sunita sunita SUNITA
and hidden double meanings like
open your lips
and come to papa
it was a hidden treasure
one worth reading
ROBERT
What a great little gem
ReplyDeletemust have missed reading this one
shows how a few paintings can make
a great poem
really enjoyed the read
CATHLEEN
Undoubtedly one of the finalists
ReplyDeletePositively erotic and passionately written
Showing all the feelings of a true poet
Melissa
The poem has been read. A comment shall be written. One promise is to be broken. Ah! but what of the other?
ReplyDeleteIsabella you have given life to the images as well as an insight into yourself!
BS
A collection of words randomly placed on paper
ReplyDeleteDo not make a poem
But a well balanced selection of words do
Written down on paper with love
and soul from a person
Makes the experience pleasurable
And turns words into ART
I selected this one to read to my class
ReplyDeleteand i was told by my students
they wanted to go and see the paintings
Thank you Isabella H
You have sparked a interest in my class
i thought would not be there
Year 10