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I pause, at sunset, on a hill,
And watch the sky turn dark, and still,
I swish my tail, thoughtfully,
And think about eternity.

Each moment will not come again,
Or will they, someday?  If so, when?
I shift my weight, adjust my hooves,
And notice how the world moves.

I learn, I age, gain, and the price,
I profit by, and give advice.
There's grey in certain parts of me,
A treasure-trove, of memory.

There's lovers held, and races won,
There's things both well, and badly done.
I can be proud, I should be meek,
I grow more thoughtful, when I speak.

And yet, I watch the foals at play,
I hear the things their mothers say,
And smile, in secret, and stand guard,
No, keeping to myself's not hard.

I've old friends scented, in the breeze,
And new friends met, to pass at ease
A lazy hour in drink, and song,
And such an hour is not long.

I feel, still, something lies ahead,
Good books to be obtained, and read.
Old knowledge found, and brought to light,
And poems and tales I'm meant to write.

And so, I pause upon this hill,
I've had so much, but not my fill
Of joy, of sadness, peace, and strife,
So much still yet to live, of life.
Centaur on a Hill
A poem dedicated to Lucius Appaloosius, a pillar... and a pillar... and a pillar... also a pillar... of the Centaur community.   At whose birth or foaling, whichever, I rejoice. Happy Birthday, and may happiness come at a gallop!
They gave Nessus a bright red nose
And made his skin dark blue.
And this has, since Fantasia, proved
A sad fact we all knew,
That though the Ancient Greek artistes
All could appreciate us,
The fact is very clear, now, that
The Disney Artists hate us.

Chiron taught young HerAcles,
A centaur, if you please,
They've given his job to some slob,
Name of Philoctetes,
And made Achilles OLDER, somehow,
Do they hope to bait us?
They try to use our myths, but still
The Disney Artists hate us.

They try to draw a centauress
And inspiration fails,
They somehow think we'd let someone
Come up and bob our tails.
As if we'd let a two-legs
Have a chance to mutilate us!
I guess it's wishful thinking, since
The Disney Artists hate us.

Winsor McCay could draw us,
And his work's still not been bested,
And Disney stole a lot from him,
If someone's interested.
We hope a better treatment
Of our folk might still await us,
Let's hope Dreamworks gets busy, for
The Disney Artists hate us.

And if, someday, in Florida,
There is a sound of hooves,
And animators startle
As the earth shudders and moves,
And someone kicks the walls down,
And they all go on hiatus,
It's simply what we owe them, 'cause
The Disney Artists hate us.
Centaurs' Sad Reflection
Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone was a start... But we didn't get REALLY good centaurs 'til the Narnia movies.  Then Percy Jackson's were pretty good.  But the Disney Artists... hate centaurs.
For Didlika
American dragon... gonna take your gold...
American dragon, she gonna loot your gold.
Mm, American dragon wants all your gold...
Mm, American dragon... Gonna grab that gold...
Say D
Say R
Say A
Say G
Say O
American dragon... got a dragon spell
American dragon... She don't chomp and tell!
American dragon... got a dragon spell
American dragon, stay away from me
American dragon, please just let me be!
Don't come a-swoopin' through my door
Don't like those fangs... Don't like that roar!
When I saw that gout of flame I knew
That you would do what dragons do...
Now dragon, I said stay away
American dragon, listen what I say!
American dragon, get away from me
American dragon, stop that, let me be
Don't come a-breakin' down my door!
Don't wanna flee your shadow no more
Dragon eyes can hypnotize!
Enspell someone else's eyes!
Now dragon, I said fly away
American dragon, listen what I say, HEY!
American dragon, beggin' go away
American dragon, listen what I pray!
Don't come a-burnin through my front door
Don't like the fire, don't like the roar!
Boy, I need some war machines!
Wish you'd learn to eat your greens!
Dragon eyes can hypnotize!
Enspell someone else's eyes!
Now dragon, get away from me
American dragon, would you let me be?
Whoa, have to get away, haveta get away
Oh, no no no!
I'm gonna flee you, dragon
Gonna flee you, dragon
My thigh!
My eye!
I cry!
Sigh, sigh!
You're too big for me
I'm no food for you
Try to look you right in the eye!
But too scared of you!
You know I'm gonna flee!
You know I'm gonna run!
You know I'm gonna heave!
You know I'm gonna freak, dragon
I'm gonna flee ya, dragon!
Goodbye, American dragon...
American Dragon

One should imagine this song being sung by Bilbo Baggins in a Pimp Hat.

One tap… makes you hotter…
And one tap… makes you cold…
And if you splash… any water…
You will hear your… owner scold.
It’s not malice…  But it gets so old.

We rabbits… are soon mastered…
By our instincts… and our fears…
And that stupid… primate bastard…
Just got shampoo… in my ears…
It’s not malice… But it’s ‘No More Tears.’

And if you go… bathing rabbits…
And you rub them… with a towel…
However… kind their habits…
You will hear them… try to growl…
Bunny faces… don’t do ‘scowl!’

Now the bath is… finally over…
And your fur’s soggy and flat…
And you splay your claws while crouching
Rather grouchy… on the mat…
You had best remember…
Past the urge to… gnaw and shred…

Wet Rabbit
A friend has a lagomorph room mate of decided character.  He showed me an animated GIF of a bunny being bathed bathetically splashing its owner with its forepaw.

And the rest, they say, is a combination of Acid Rock beats and musical history.

What is it about fleeting shapes—
A sudden scene that soon escapes
The world’s apathetic eye
That makes me pause, compose, deny?

I seek for color, frame the scene,
I capture, hope that it will mean
Something momentous and dense.
More than mere coincidence.

All I view cannot be art,
But so much could—
It is my part
To use my eye, and some device
To trap the scene with artifice.

Shutters whirring, flashes blasting,
Fleeting moments made more lasting,
Different angles… Perfect?  Never!
Try to make it last forever…

How well I might succeed depends
Upon my skill with light, and lens.
On settings, speed, and my perception
Photoshop—and your reception.

You might learn about my soul
From this mixture, once made whole,
Do you see what appeared to me?

Pillagers of stolen light
Photographers can please, delight,
Or just bore, or frantic, flail.
All that work—to no avail.

We do our best, there’s no denying.
Comfort ourselves, “At least we’re trying
To make fleeting moments stay.”
Still—the world slips away.

I seek and prowl, my movements lag.
Beggar with a camera bag.
Seeking when light’s good or cruel,
With my lens—to trap a jewel.

The Art Photographer
In response to a challenge from WayneBenedet:

Who liked my phrase, in praise, 'pillagers of light' to describe art photographers.


Wendy Terwilleger
United States
Just a note...

I am very grateful to any artist with the kindness and consideration to share that person's creativity.  It takes courage, gives someone a real chance to hurt you with a cruel internet comment, and you risk your most precious dreams and visions being trampled or mocked by thoughtless people.

I am very grateful.  I try to make some small return with praise, support, and USEFUL NEVER CRUEL comments.  If you can't say something nice... But I also know, very well, the ache and emptiness that comes from no feedback on something you had the courage to share...

AND... (not a 'but.'  Please don't ignore everything before the 'but!')

When you put a large, obscuring watermark through your art, you are obviously more concerned about someone stealing your work than seeing your work.  As I see it, it rather negates the whole thing involved with putting it up at all.  I want to see the picture, not a distracting graphic--and not all watermarks ARE distracting graphics!  If you make that impossible, it's your choice, but know this from me:

I will not comment upon or award a 'favorite' to any picture, no matter how good, or how in need of friendly suggestions, that has such a large and distracting watermark upon it.  By all means, do whatever you wish or think best with your creativity--but when I can't appreciate it, I won't support it.  I hate to say this in addition, but it's a simple flat truth--most of the stuff I see protected by a large, distracting watermark didn't have snowball's chance in Hades of being copied or stolen.

To those of you who so unselfishly share--thank you, so very much.


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mplumb Featured By Owner 4 days ago

Centaur on Hill?
MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner 4 days ago
It's a very lovely image! That's a very kind thought on your part.
mplumb Featured By Owner 4 days ago
It's the way I am.
Rikitza Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2016   Photographer
thx Wendy :kiss:
MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2016
You give us all so much profound beauty...
Rikitza Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2016   Photographer
creativesam Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2016
Thanks for the :llama:!
MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2016
I always give one in return, and take a look at the giver's gallery.  You're quite welcome.
creativesam Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2016
I will look around as time and energy permit. Thanks! :-)
MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2016
Very welcome, and I hope you enjoy visiting my gallery.
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