Tuesday, April 28, 2020
poem
The moment when the night noises end
and the first bird sings
and the first bird sings
when the moon sets and dew descends
covering the world with glistening diamonds.
To linger in this brief momentbetween life and death
love and hate
I become one with the universe
suspended
transformed
an instant in time
in eternity....
the magnitude of the sun's rays
multiplied
suspended
transformed
an instant in time
in eternity....
the magnitude of the sun's rays
multiplied
and infinite
And my
insignificance
is worthy.
By Lucya Kotelewec Lebid
Monday, April 27, 2020
Thursday, April 23, 2020
A poem for these times
A poem for these times.
It's amazing and sad
that people cling so desperately to
and stubbornly defend such a person who shows
no humanity or humility
and follow him to the abyss so willingly
and to normalize his aberrant behavior and lies
as if he is "sent by god"
to lead them to the promised land
all the while verbally beating each other up
yelling “fake news”
and fighting for the scraps
while idolizing
their so called Messiah monster
as he golfs.
--LKWK
USA, 2020
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Friday, April 17, 2020
Thursday, April 16, 2020
Віра БАРИНОВА-КУЛЕБА (1938) - український художник, живописець, заслужений діяч мистецтв України (з 1989), народний художник україни (з 2009), член Національної спілки художників України, професор Національної академії образотворчого мистецтва і архітектури (НАОМА, з 1994), член-кореспондент Академії мистецтв України (з 2006).
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Monday, April 13, 2020
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)