Joy Leftow's Blog, page 39

Graffiti tag

I received my National Association of Social Work renewal and put it to good use, wouldn't you agree?

THAT WORK THAT IS SO FINE

My painting invested
with four months of life
oil colors on canvas three feet wide
interpreting the artists' studio

The room burnished
with earthen colors
the ceiling high and wide
represented as a clear blue sky
with clouds of varying shades
from white to grey

Using colors to reveal my feelings
inspired by my master
investigating my strengths through
his wisdom, usurping his vision

How do you get this effect or that
Make a cloud look billowy and soft
Train your hand to make an image
and still relay your feel...

more props!

Written up in the neighborhood paper, a little over 2 weeks ago and I just learned about it yesterday when 2 friends saved the blurb for me. Taken from Cala Zanoni's weekly column Neighborhood Blogwatch . She took the included quote from Turntablebluelight.com.

Dreamcatcher


Dreamcatcher is a corner of the Internet where writers, poets and dreamers explore the universe. In this posting we find Joy Leftow, the writer whose partner coined her Washington Height's poet laureate (which gets me think...

recognition -

Wonderful to have recognition for doing what you love...

This blog was listed by online colleges under 100 Great Web Sites For Poetry Lovers. I'm proud and honored, especially since they only listed 20 blogs!

Today for the first time I noticed HilariousNYC.com listed this blog and dubblex's on their blog roll.

Also got an email yesterday from an online adult learning resources site that wanted to post an add in my archives under a short post titled Changes and paid me $200 for it. This particul...

PSYCHIC ABILITIES, PART 2

Mother told me she descended from Moors
Said she prayed to her ancestors
to heal our sins, relieve her misery,
turn our misfortunes to joy,
for her pain to disappear, go elsewhere,
Please, ... we've already had more than enough of our share
She prayed her days away
Upon her bed she lay the entire month of March
until one night her soul hitched a ride on the full moon
A decade later Mom visited the day I birthed my son
Begged for forgiveness for all she'd done
in love, she said I'd understand, I have...

PSYCHIC ABILITIES, Part 3

Jesus came to me one misty moonlit eve
arms outstretched, beckoning me
I came to him cautiously,
Jesus nodded his head, looked me in the eye
"Come to me," he said lifting his head, "I am the way."
I looked into his young dark Jewish face.
and nodded slowly in recognition.

Indeed! Jewish, like me? He is the one.
How apt, How compelling and ironic! For me, a Jew
to know He is the one whom still the Jews await
In response to this, a fellow Jew quoth the bible
to me; "It is foretold, Messiah will come w...

It Takes One

On the south island sea shore of my mind
The new world order hasn't been kind
killed six million jews, many others of us too, trillions of future denizens world wide yet they say doesn't exist –
tried to eliminate the rest and best of us to avoid future feuds
who's in charge?
the holocaust never occurred - not permitted in school curriculum -–
it never was
A revolution is the answer after which we'll have lasting peace until they set the next new world order in place – a dissertation regarding a ...

photo & art post

First pic is violet & dubblex collaboration.
sketched by Joy with sharpie marker from beginning to end, no pencil used.
Dubblex writing and words.

















All the photos below by Joy - view from her window

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I Sing The Blues For You Today

I want to do poetry like Billy Holiday singing the blues
I want to do poetry like Ella Fitzgerald
I want to be me singing my holiday blues
Billie's songs are poetry so fine it makes me think I'm her doing rhyme
Thoughts about Billie make me go off line, hook line & sinker; she puts me back in time
I sing to my lover, I want to make your poetry mine because you spout rhymes
Observing my life become an unending grocery list of things to get done
Your life or mine, yours is on my mind - the list of to ...

MAYBE I'LL JUST SUICIDE OUT

Maria tells me, "He's a chancre sore in my life.
He's probably with some other woman anyway.
I gotta get outta this depression
I put on 20 more pounds I can't seem to shed
Maybe I'll just suicide out"
She's sobbing and she's crazy.
"He's not home yet and it's half past ten.
He said he'd be here at five." God damn!
What a scene! She's screamin' at him.
He's drinkin heavy. Tells her, "Get Lost!"
She finally gets him out the bar door, home to the waiting bed.
"He has a hard on," she cries, "but he won't...