Hahahah!
Prince Albert in a can? Nay! Lord Byron in a box - heart shaped no less!
Byron, you shall someday become synonymous with Valentines Day if this is what such a display portends.
Welcome to the dopier flip side of ArtRage.
Hahahah!
Prince Albert in a can? Nay! Lord Byron in a box - heart shaped no less!
Byron, you shall someday become synonymous with Valentines Day if this is what such a display portends.
Welcome to the dopier flip side of ArtRage.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream
Mairzie, Lee & D'Akey,
Awoke to find my soul divine
Was captured in a Valentine
Superbly by Ms. Mairzie Dotes
In pink and hearts my image floats
Inspired thoughts from sweetest Lee,
And rounded out by D'Akey,
All sparked in me the thought sublime,
Will you each be my Valentine?
But as for Caesar, sad but true,
He'll steal your hearts and make you blue,
So watch your hearts when he's around,
He's such a dear but such a hound.
But still we can't neglect his gaze,
So here I'll offer him some praise,
A handsome devil is divine,
Attested by the gals in line,
Hearts await all to be broken
For his love that's just a token.
Some advice, beware his teaser,
And his aims to grab and squeeze her.
And so to close, to the and thine,
I hope you'll be my Valentine.
Last edited by byroncallas; 02-12-2010 at 07:20 PM. Reason: spellling
Appreciation fosters well-being. Be well.
Thread with bunches of my AR paintings-conversations. Here
Rosey knows to where she flys,
Who's loving arms is there she lies,
Though Caesar's charms are hard to pass,
The Duke of Byron wins the lass,
The Rose is sweet on Byron's words
He spreads the sugar sweet in hoards,
Who could resist that every day?
And the Roman's very far away,
Would contintents colide, the east and west,
And romance overtakes the loved one's nest,
The war of Rose would stand the course,
And ride away on tandem horse,
Her love-knight winning maid and lands
Forever hearts and forever hands,
Off to the sunset Valentines Pair,
The story's of old and beautious fair.
Last edited by Lee; 02-12-2010 at 03:04 PM.
And so to Lee who sees the scheme,
And lays to rest the Roman's dream,
A thankful word is here addressed
For having very well assessed
The dangers that are in the air,
That could disrupt and bring despair,
But rest assured that all is well,
No potions, charms or scheming spell,
Can break the bonds of love so true,
In Rome, or Second Avenue
Or on the moon or even Mars
In galaxies of distant stars,
For schemes can never break apart,
The love that binds two heart to heart.
When love is real it's near divine
Eternal is the Valentine.
And should you proffer "This is sap"
And hold your nose and call it "pap"
And think that I have taken leave,
Of all my senses on this eve,
Of lovers' day around the bend,
When lovers love and see no end,
I'll stake my claim, declare my wife
Brings joy each day into my life.
So grab your Valentine and kiss,
Don't pass the chance, don't miss the bliss,
And when the lovers' day is done
Commit before the setting sun
To love not just one day a year
But every day your one so dear -
To love each moment, feed the fire
That keeps alive the Heart's desire.
PS: SCP, nice cake.
Last edited by byroncallas; 02-12-2010 at 08:18 PM. Reason: spellling
Appreciation fosters well-being. Be well.
Thread with bunches of my AR paintings-conversations. Here
Amen
Dear Byron and Lee, I didn't know You were such outstanding and courtly love poets! Very tasty and elegant verses indeed!
I should have guessed maybe of Byron, I know, at least because of his name, but what a surprise!
I still to have to learn which one of the two saints with that name we have here, who was probably responsible for originally exporting this kind of feast, that turned as lovers one in the English speaking world, and we eventually got back, again celebrating it more paganly and for clear commercial purposes, alas.
Anyway, if I may thank You and contribute to the Valentine spirit using (and abusing) part of a greatest ancient Roman poet Catullus lyrics (most of them were dedicated to his beloved Lesbia, not a much successful love affair for him thiough), here it is:
Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum severiorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis.
Soles occidere et redire possunt,
nos, cum semel occidit brevis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
Da mi basia mille, dein centum,
dein altera milia, dein secunda centum
.....
TRANSL.
Let's live, my Lesbia, and let's love,
and grumblings of the most severe old people
let's evaluate them all one assis. (the Roman coin worth the least)
Suns can set and come back again,
us, when once our short light sets ,
we have to sleep one neverending night.
Give me one thousand kisses, then one hundred,
then one more thousand, then a second hundred
...
I spared You the rest since classical Latin sounds sweet and solemn, but I cannot torture You with such an apparently unfamiliar language (the truth is that Latin is actually spread all over English too, as You may possibly realize hereabove too ...)
Last edited by Caesar; 02-12-2010 at 10:36 PM.
Panta rei (everything flows)!
Dear Caesar, St. Valetine may be your distant relative and DNA could explain your romantic talents?
Dear Byron, although your poetry is just for fun, it is seriously beautiful, goosebump beautiful, am sure Rose will copy and frame your poem, such sweet thoughts and melody, cheeze and crackers!!!
I made a little research too, dear Lee!
Apparently the correct one (patron of lovers) is the San Valentino born in Terni 176 a.C. and dead in Rome 269 a.C.
He was a bishop and martyr, venerated by catholics, orthodoxes and anglicans.
He's buried in Terni's cathedral, but relics of him are in some other churches too (the skull in Your picture is actually thought to be his).
The church in Rome is near to the one we got married in and has got also, outside, the Bocca della Verità, The Truth Mouth, where Your hand is supposed to be chopped if Your saying a lie.
The reason for that patronage is due two a couple of episodes, among others, in his life:I attach also a picture of his grave herebelow and of his skull again.
- he made two disputing young fiancés get reconciled by giving them a rose and then having pidgeons couples exchanging sweet effusions fly around them. That's why we use to tenderly define lovers in Italy as "piccioncini", i.e. "little pidgeons".
- He married a moribund christian maid Serapia to a centurion Sabino she loved, notwithstanding her parents were contrary, after baptizing him.
- They then fell aslept.
Last edited by Caesar; 02-13-2010 at 05:41 AM.
Panta rei (everything flows)!
Dear Caesar, Thank You so much for the stories and photos, if they are your photos they are beautiful!!! the colors extraordinary! must be that sunshine in you home area, have a wonderful Valentine's Day!!!