A Dash of Whimsy – The End

A dash of whimsy series has come to an end, but I hope the whimsy continues!

Humor is a form of resilience and right now, we need our resilience tools. No matter what we are going through, joy and laughter is there, even if we have to dig a bit deeper to find it.

Thank you to each one of the artists! You guys share with us your talent and skill and every bit of it helps unite us in getting through these strange times.

The new series, Still Shining will be starting in May! So, stay tuned for more art and inspiration!

Keep creating, keep your whimsy on, and stay safe out there, Ponderbots!

-Mia Savant

Praying Hands – Artwork by Daniel Miltz

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Daniel Miltz is not only a talented poet, but today he shares with us his artwork! Take a look at his lovely piece below!


Praying Hands (Epigram) April 5, 2020 Copyright © daniel miltz ”I pray the Divinity in the shrine of all humanity, in the sanctum of all life.”

Artist:


Daniel Miltz

Born in Michigan, resides in Hampstead, New Hampshire (U.S.A). He is a Freelancer Writer & Poet. Devoted 40 years to an Engineering career in Government Aerospace programs as a Mechanical Engineering Designer. He has won over 300 accolade awards from numerous Poetry Forums and has been in 29 published anthologies with two published books to date.

Poet’s Feet: A Footprint on the World – Poetry by Okpeta, Gideon Iching

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Okpeta, Gideon Iching is a Nigerian poet and has provided us today with an alluring poem that you don’t want to miss!


Poet’s feet: A footprint on the world.

Free me from the prison of this
journey,
let me journey on the oasis of your
prints.
I do not beg for longevity, i am not
under your slavery
albeit you think i am.
Legacies unfold on me like scrolls
of beatitude;
a footprint on the world.
In a bit to console grief, i join Dave
Cocks to sing a bleeding voice.
“… Even every breath is a treasure
and in every storm, there are
hidden rainbows”.
Am i learning wisdom from life?
Life is a gift but what I give it
determines the size of my
footprint.
How big is the masterpicece we
are painting?
It should never be just a blank canvas.
Even when i become extinct,
i still have happy memory for
posterity.


Artist:

Okpeta, Gideon Iching is a emerging poet,essayist and a
technologist.He lives in Nigeria.
He’scurrently a student at Akanu ibiam Federal Polytechnic, Unwana Ebonyi State Nigeria,Where he is pursuing his undergraduate diploma(hnd) in Electrical/Electronics engr.Tech. He possesses great writting prowess on comtemporary issues affecting the
culture of christain society,ethics and morality; which he learned by intuition and research. Most of his poem appear at poem hunter online publishing website. Some of his poems have been accepted and awaiting publication at different journals, and magazines, and online blogs including Pondersavant and others.

A Candle in the Wind/Dream/A Conversation with Corona Virus 2020/ & More Poetry by Walid Abdallah

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Walid Abdallah, an Egyptian poet and author, brings us some poetry to get lost in! Take some time this morning to take a look.


A candle in the wind

I am a candle in the wind
dancing happily, I pretend

I am always deep under pressure
Suffering from stress with no measure

In silence I always burn
How to survive I should learn

I always live to end others’ night
They think it’s my duty and their right

Nobody cares how I feel
Or cools my wounds that never heal

No dream in my life comes true
Because of winds that always blow

I burn for others’ happiness
I only get their carelessness

I don’t know for how long I should burn
For those who never care or concern

I gradually vanish for their sake
they squeeze my hear and break

I really can’t stand for long
To a place I never belong

I lost the love of my life as a whole
In a world with no substitute at all

She couldn’t stand in the wind with me
Left me in the storm and decided to flee

She took all the sense of life away
And left me in the wind lost and astray

I am half alive and half dead
I can’t bear what she just said

She left and took my heart with her
She never knew how much I care

We become strangers again
As she couldn’t bear the pain

I am a candle in the wind
Only sad sighs I can send


Dream

I always have a dream
Flowing into my veins like a stream


Throughout my life I wander about
Having deep faith to reach it, no doubt


I always keep it in my heart and mind
I am sure one day I will get it and find


I dream of a new world with no pain
A peaceful world, not insane


I dream of a world full of peace and love
Where birds never stop singing and fluttering above


I dream of a world where lovers never separate
Forever together united by fate


I dream of a world full of trees and flowers
Where love, peace and brotherhood its only powers


I dream all people in one language they all speak
Where love ties and peaceful relations never break


I dream the world becomes fair and just
Where wars and conflicts become a very far past


I dream all people have the same feelings
All people become true human beings


I hope my dream comes true one day
And  “peace” becomes the only word people can say


A Conversation with Corona Virus 2020

Why have you come from nothingness?
I have come to cause death and sadness?

Why would you like to destroy and kill?
People trade in one another and sell

Why do you appear now?
To make savage people bow

Are you happy with causing pain?
You created me, I can’t explain

Do you know people hate your nature?
People invented every pain and torture

When will you leave us alone?
When I finish my job soon

Do you come to change destiny?
I come to eliminate every tyranny

Why do you kill the innocent?
Every war has victims’ percent

What do you really need?
I want to implant peace seed

What do you think you can really do?
I already stopped all the wars flow

What else can you do to impose quietness?
I made all people equal, I imposed fairness

Aren’t you afraid of America, China or England?
I already beat all their troops on every land

What about Germany, Russia and Italy?
They are nothing, I am the absolute reality

What is your final message?
Make peace your only passage

What is your final need?
To end your ego and greed

When will you show some mercy?
When good prevails, and evil must flee


I Will Stop Loving You

I will stop loving you
When the sun doesn’t shine
And dreams are no longer mine
When hopes run out
And volcanoes no longer shout
When all the oceans become dry
And you count all the stars in the sky
When all the trees’ leaves wither
And the earth has only one weather
When deserts blossom and flower
And waters of rivers become sour
When the colors of nature fade
And all trees lose their shade
When we have eternal day or night
And all people lose their sight
When the trees stop dancing in the wind
And the mountains collapse and bend
When rocks and stones cry
And cats and rabbits fly
When winds no longer blow
And waters in rivers and seas no longer flow
When ice and snow in the poles melt
And all living things become mud or silt
When I no longer breathe
And life has no air or breeze
I will stop loving you
When I am chosen by death
And your love gives me a new birth


If you were here

If you were here, life would smile
The desert would taste the Nile

Birds would never stop singing
The sun would never stop burning

Trees would blossom in the fall
Leaves would grow but never fall

My heartbeats would call your name
Each beat would never be the same

I would look at you and never blink
Into your deep heart I would sink

I would feel the warmth of your breath
Butterflies would never know death

Stars would happily dance in the sky
Mountain dew would never dry

The sun would never set
Trees would never be wet

Snow would never melt
Sorrow would never be felt

Joy would always dominate
The moon would never be late

The desert would be green
Sand would never be seen

Flowers would no longer wither
Day and night would be seen together

Storms would stop blowing
Rivers would never stop flowing

If you were here, in my arms so near
Life would stop orbiting only to hear

The heart that beats only for your sake
Promise me you will never break


My heart oasis

You are the oasis in my desert life
A ray of light in my eternal strife

The sun that always gives me hope and light
The dawn that finally shone after a long night

You grow dewy roses in my heart garden
You always lighten my heart heavy burden

You always give me a cause to live for
I promise I will love you more and more

You are the shade and shadow in my heart garden
You always give life to my feelings after they harden

Your smile cools and relieves my pain
You are my garden water and rain

You are the tree that protects me from life heat
You are the happy fate I always long to meet

Your touch gives me the breath I take
I enjoy the life you always make

You are the dream of my life as a whole
You are the leaves in my life that never fall

The flowers in my heart blossom on being together
Lilies grow on my heart wall and never wither

Water them with your true love that lasts forever
Dive deep in my heart, there is true love to discover


On Our First Date

On our first date
I race the time, can’t wait

I have a new feeling, a bit strange
offering you eternal love that will never change

You are the love I have always been looking for
You are the true love I have never felt before

In front of your eyes, I am speechless
Listen to my heartbeats as words can’t express

When reality has become better than fiction
And you are far more beautiful than every prediction

A princess straight from heaven you really are
I am holding a dream I have always thought very far

I am enthralled by your eyes and their magic
A time when I lose all my reason and logic

I drown into the deep sea of your eyes
Believe your heart, it never lies

You have become all the people I’d like to know
You are the secret of my happiness, you are the clue

Let’s start our love journey at forever
A journey of love that ends at never

You grow a rosy flower in my heart that never withers
You gave my hearts wings and feathers

I no longer live on earth
You gave me a love knows no death

I give you a promise that will never break
I am yours forever, I will always be there for your sake

My eyes no longer see but you
Only you paint my life and draw

Every new year and I am yours and you are mine
Every new year and we are lovers’ model and sign

Every new year and I love you again and again
Every new year and we are in love and will always remain

Every new year and you are all my flowers and trees
Every new year and you are all the air I breathe

Every new year and we are together
Every new year and we belong to each other


Artist:

Walid Abdallah is an Egyptian poet and author. He is a visiting professor of English language and literature in Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Germany and the USA, his poetry includes “Go Ye Moon”, ” Dream” and “My heart still beats” And has several translated poems which won prestigious prizes in the USA like “Cause”, “Egypt’s Grief”, and “Strangers’ Cross”, his books include Shout of Silence, Escape to the Realm of Imagination, and Man Domination and Woman Emancipation.

The Warthog from Hell – Song by Acoustic Librarian

A Dash of Whimsy Series –

Come view this musical entertainment by the Acoustic Librarian! Lyrics full of whimsy if I’ve ever seen it!


Lyrics:

THE WARTHOG FROM HELL

I fell asleep reading and had a strange dream,
From studying Milton and too much ice cream.
I found that I stood in a fiery place,
When out of the darkness came a horrible face!

A warthog from hell!  I see it and flee,
But looking behind, see it running for me!
I feel it gaining; I hear the loud snorts!
To be chased by a warthog, life’s just too short!

I raced through the brimstone pursued by the hog,
And nearly tripped over a three-headed dog!
The swine at my heels was threatening death!
But could that be worse than the smell of its breath?

I spotted a palace by sulphurous lakes,
And stepped through the door to a room full of snakes!
Giant ones, hissing; I’d no place to hide!
And toward me they slithered till the hog ran inside.

A snake shouted “bacon!”  The hog gave a wheeze;
One serpent wrapped round him and started to squeeze!
The swine was dragged, squealing, to flames just outside.
I judged from the sizzle, the hog was being fried!

My watch began beeping; I soon was awake,
Back in my room and away from large snakes!
Sleep that inspires: Less strange now it seemed;
I doubt though if Milton could ever have dreamed…

Of a warthog from hell!  I see it and flee,
But looking behind, see it running for me!
I feel it gaining; I hear the loud snorts!
To be chased by a warthog, life’s just too short!


Artist:

 Acoustic Librarian is a songwriter, open mic performer and technology librarian.

Follow This Artist:

Follow him on Twitter at @AcousticLBR

Loo Roll Paradise/A Toilet Paper Fairytale – Art and Poetry by Jessica Renee Dawson

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I think we all can relate to this next art right now! Jessica Renee Dawson has prepared an exquisite image and poem that might just have you rolling!


A Toilet Paper Fairy Tale

After the Toilet Paper Dress Bridal Shower Game, in ‘loo’

of the toilet paper panic during the 2020 Covid-19 pandemic.

Upon the steps she finds the paper

and reads of barren grocery store shelves.

She sends her love for toilet paper,

and asks for ten packs times-two of twelves.

He awakes at dawn and drives to town,

for more than four hundred sheets per roll:

She will see her friends in tissue gowns,

when they gather for her bridal shower.

Some yell at him when they see him buying,

so much more than a man needs for two weeks,

and though the people think he’s hoarding—

it’s the touch of her hand and her smile he seeks.

Someday, it’s a story they tell their children

of paper dresses that almost didn’t happen.


A Note from the Artist:

With “Loo Roll Paradise” I started with my wooden artist’s model and put a roll of toilet paper on it’s head and took pictures. I then took one of the photos and cut out the toilet paper person using the GIMP photo editor. I then found a free-use photo of clouds and sky on unsplash.com by Sam Schooler and placed the toilet paper person to a) look like he/she is flying b) to look like he/she is triumphant. In my 5/7/5 “haiku” like poem on “Loo Roll Paradise” I incorporated Jesus’ words “where your treasure is, there will your heart be also (Matthew 6:21) in “loo” of people hoarding/treasuring toilet paper. The piece is my comedic interpretation of people’s mindset in panic buying toilet paper AKA loo rolls. Actually, both pieces are my comedic interpretations of people’s mindsets or potential motives in hoarding toilet paper during the Covid 19 crisis.

Writing “A Toilet Paper Fairy Tale” brought me comfort during this difficult time of Covid-19 scares, and panic buying being daily in the news. It was a comforting outlet to romanticize in my imagination why some people might be panic buying toilet paper. As a person with an autoimmune disease I also find it helpful to use humour in coping with a situation which is potentially life-threatening to me.

Years ago, I attended the bridal shower of a close friend, and we all were asked to participate in the Toilet Paper Dress Bridal Shower Game. We we divided into small groups and given rolls of toilet paper. We chose one person in each group to model, and then each group worked on creating a toilet paper wedding dress on the model. When we were finished the bride to be picks her favourite toilet paper wedding dress and that group wins a prize.

Since spring is upon us: I have been thinking of people planning to get married, and the brides who may have their hearts set on playing the Toilet Paper Dress Bridal Shower Game at their bridal showers may be having a tough time getting their hands on toilet paper.

Reference: Original background photo on Unspalsh.com by Sam Schooler

https://unsplash.com/@sam

Reference: Toilet Paper Dress Bridal Shower Game


Artist:

Jessica Renee Dawson, lives on Vancouver Island, and has studied poetry, and English through North Island College. She has taken poetry workshops under notable poets, Lynne Knight, and Jan Zwicky. Her works have appeared in journals including: Poetry Quarterly, Under the Bashō, The Tulane Review, Wild Plum, and NonBinary Review. Dawson is also a former Stand Up For Mental Health comedian, and an award winning artist.

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The Brothel – Poem by Seth Brown

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This Thursday is a good day for chuckles! Come have a great one with this fun-filled and pun-filled poem by Seth Brown!


“The Brothel”

I used to think

A brothel

Was a place you got soup

Imagine

A waiting room full of thirsty men

Not getting what they need at home

Never managed to consomme their relationship

And so they visit

The brothel

To fill the one need all men share

Soup

Many have sought out these soup-selling women

Ladles of the Night

Even a prisoner cannot be denied his soup

Which is why they allow the

Congee gal visit

But here at the brothel

Men get their soup in a private room

All types from clam chowder to tomato bisque to pho

Every man wants to be pho king

And you occasionally hear them

Overcome by these pleasurable sensations

Yelling out

“Umami!”

Another satisfied customer

Here at the brothel


Artist:

Seth Brown lives in the beautiful Berkshires in Massachusetts, where he sometimes performs comedy and/or poetry but more often stays home and just writes it. His award-winning humor column “The Pun Also Rises” appears in the Berkshire Eagle and other newspapers. He is the author of six books, and once ran a classical kazoo quintet.

Follow This Artist:

RisingPun.com

twitter – @risingpun

A Clockwork Toy – Video by Joas Nebe

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Are you in the mood for something just a little different? Something to stretch your mind in a way that you may not have stretched it before? Well, come take a look at the work of Joas Nebe, a vibrant artist from Germany! Watch his video below and read about the thoughts behind it.

INTRO: A CLOCKWORK TOY

4k, color, 2020, 4m11s 
Reality is gone. Only shivers of reality survive. Worst then modern times, e.g. collages of DADA artists. Shivers are so many times broken that they cannot be put together again in order to re-construct reality or an adequate image of reality.

That means, reality is lost, out of reach forever. Mental landscapes and theoretical assumption, ideologies take over uncontrolled forever.


ARTIST ́s STATEMENT:


Gaming into Mindfulness
Interview with Joas Nebe by Rebecca Schoensee (excerpt)
“It’s a never-ending game of disintegration. I challenge the viewer
by not living up to his or her expectations. I am denying the
satisfaction of solving the riddle, hidden within the depth of my
artwork.” By turning his filmic cabinet of curiosity into an
intriguing jigsaw puzzle of hybrid geometric patterns, Joas Nebe
teases the viewer into accessing his game. He believes: “Riddle
games of this kind spark creativity and pass on the role of the
artist to the viewer.”


Taking the Reason Prisoner
To Nebe, “fantasy and creative intelligence are important survival
skills today.” So is chess, an analogy he keeps referring to: “Chess
exemplifies my game with the viewer. In a world of shortening
attention spans, it’s an ideal concentration-practice. One always
has to think a few steps in advance.” By screening the insanity of
our daily chase towards evolutionary bankruptcy, Nebe in a clever
move takes the reason prisoner, only to appoint reason to be the
king of his game of chess. He calls for a close review of the
encyclopedia of our philosophical and cultural foundations. In his
opinion reason has the potential to direct a path away from the
horror vacui he is depicting: “The model of enlightenment has
increasingly been discredited, wrongfully I believe. Today survival
and coexistence are only possible if governed by the faculty of
reason. Labeling and connoting intellectual categories help to bring
new relations into sight and to gain unexpected terms of knowledge.”

The interview essay “Gaming Into Mindfulness” has been published in
Humanize Magazine, issue 11, p. 20-31.
http://issuu.com/humanizemagazine/docs/humanize11


Artist:

Joas Nebe, who holds degrees in psychology and literature, is a self taught artist, born in Hamburg but now located in South Germany. After a few years in Berlin he decided three years ago to move south close to the French and Swiss border. Important exhibits include the artist´s “Climate Change Cartoons“ on display on exhibition “Letters from the Sky” which accompanied the Durban UN conference on Climate Change 2011 in South Africa and “Machine Fair”- a film about the mechanical site of a metropolis- shown at Museum of Modern Art, Moscow as part of “Now&After” screening in 2012. Other film works has been shown at 25th Festival Les Instants Video (Biblioteca Alexandrina, Cairo), Videoformes Festival 2014 and 2015, Sustain Our Africa, Madatac 3, 4, 5, 6 Competitive Official International Selection (Madrid), Papy Gyros Nights 2016 Hong Kong/ ART_TECTURE, just to name a few.

Solo shows are “Intrude Art and Life” at the Museum of Modern Art, Shanghai in 2008, where Santiago Capriccio, a short epilogue to the Philosophical Cartoon cycle was chosen to be one out of 100 non-Chinese artists to be displayed on public video screens in Shanghai for one day, 2016 “Encyclopedic”, a one night solo show at The Greenhouse, Berlin, 2016, “You Did A Bad Thing For A Good Reason”, solo show at Berlin´s Cormac Weiss Gallery, curated by Marinus Jo Dimitrov, IFEA (International Curatorial Award 2016) supported by Christopher Grape Fund; 2017 “On Nature” at 16:9 Gallery, UTCL, USA curated by Manzi Yang.

2017 Joas Nebe received a M 5 ARTS stipend for his video work “The Dictionary serial” (USA). 2017 he has been awarded with the Residency by Correspondence from The Arts Territory Exchange Program, 2018 with the Social Media Residency by Peripheral Forms and the Online Residency by Coldbench (all UK).
Joas Nebe ́s curatorial works have been shown in different European countries. He developed three projects to which international video artists contributed. “The Encyclopedic Cartoons Video Project” had it ́s premiere in Berlin and has been shown since in many European countries. His second curatorial work “the Proverb Picture Project” again with participating artist from different continents and countries had it´ s premiere on VisualContainer TV in 2014. 2017 Joas Nebe developed a project about democracy, scrabble and wordlists, called “The Democracy Scrabble Project”, had it´s premiere again on VisualContainer TV and (.BOX) Video Project Room, Milan in 2018.

Follow This Artist:

http://www.jsnebe.de/

https://joasnebe.wordpress.com