I Kiss The Lips

       I Kiss The Hand I Adore
       I Kiss The Tender Neck
    I Kiss The Lips I Long For
I Kiss The Moment Of Nostalgia

extract from poem by maryla wilson

Wispy Long Hair

 

ectract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson

Suddenly the wind breaks out.

Wispy long hair following

it's dance.


Fresh breath of air frolicking
with midnight's sky.


Seductive lushes lips glowing
in the moonlight sonatas.

Nicolaus Copernicus

Mikołaj Kopernik (1473–1543)

born in Toruń (Thorn), Poland

Nicolaus Copernicus - in Latin

Painting below by Matejko

           Born in the year of 1473 in the city of Toruń.

Mikołaj Kopernik in the Latin language 

presented as Nicolaus Copernicus.

          The greatest astronomer of Polish lands.

          Dually celebrated and condemned

          by humanity of his times.

Charged and prosecuted by the Catholic church

for heresy.

          Shaking the course of Europe with epochal 

book of his own creation "De revolutionibus orbium

coelestium", The Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres,

          known as the Copernican Revolution.

Astronomy figured merly his avocation.       .

His theories supported by the great Galileo Galilei.

          Scientists of the future heroldinig his great influences.

          Presently being the toast of scientific world.

He is the one who told the world of our planet Earth.

Claiming it is not the center of the universe, nor is it flat.

          Presenting the solar system as humanity views it today.

 I visited his home in Toruń, the privilege is mine, I'm sure.

                   (poem by maryla wilson)

Maryla Wilson paying tribute to Nicolaus Copernicus

Sonnet 138 by William Shakespeare

The porteait that may depict
William Shakespeare. Maryla Wilson
paying tribute to William Shakespeare

When my love swears that she is made of truth

I do believe her, though I know she lies,

That she might think me some untutor'd youth,

Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young.

Although she knows my days are past the best,

Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:

On both side thus is simple truth suppress'd:

But wherefore says she not she is unjust?

And wherefore say not I that I am old?

Oh! love's best habit is in seeming trust,

And age in love loves not to have years told:

Therefore I lie with her and she with me,

And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

                                                     

Sonnet 138 from "The Passionate Pilgrim"
            by William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnet 144 Two Loves

        1931  I s a c - F r i e d l a n d e r
Wood Engraving to Shakespeare's Sonnet 144. 

Maryla Wilson paying tribute to William Shakespeare

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,

Which like two spirits do suggest me still:

The better angel is a man right fair,

The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.

To win me soon to hell*, my female evil

Tempteth my better angel from my side,

And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,

Wooing his purity with her foul pride.

And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend

Suspect I may, but not directly tell;

But being both from me, both to each friend,

I guess one angel in another's hell:

Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,

Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

Shakespeare's Sonnet 144  "Two Loves"

from "The Passionate Pilgrim"

Jesus Walked This Earth

For He,


Who walked this Earth,

The only Son of God.


Jesus Christ...

I Pray For Humanity

The God who is only Good                                              

The God who wishes for Love and Peace



The God who loves every Child of His Making



I pray for You



I pray for Humanity

(extract from poem by maryla wilson)

You Love Red Hair Girls

Maryla Wilson Art

  You look lousy!                                                                
I mean it.
        And you look great!
        I mean it too.
Why are you sooo nice?
It gets to me!
       Really? Why are you
       so bitter? Grumpy head!
Aha! not so nice now,
are we? Miss red head!
       Oh, so you like my
       red hair, do you? See,
       you are nice too!
No, I am not! I just
called you red head!
       Get it?
Yes, I do. It is obvious, you love red hair girls

(extract from poem by maryla wilson)

My Perfect Child

extract from poem and "Child" oil
painting by Maryla Wilson

                                                                               

My Child. Little Bundle Of Joy.
You Were Born On One Miracle Day.
So Very Tiny,
So Very special, So Very Perfect.
I Will Look Down At You Asleep.
Admiring Your Being Of Sheer Perfection.
So Privileged To Be Your Mother.
Do Not Ever Grow Up My Child...

The Perfect Greed Money Machine

The Perfect Greed Money Machine.
Exploiting Shamelessly the Masses..
CEO's, Banks, Telcos, Corporations
And The Likes.
The Masters of Human Suffering.
Countless Lives Sacrificed.
In the Name of Shareholders
And Greedy Ones.
In the name of a $ Buck.
What Makes You the Deserving
Owners of Wealth ?
Why You Claim Luxury as Your Own ?
You Lie, You Cheat, You Exploit!
How Can You Sleep with Masses
Of Suffering Beneath Your Bloody Bed?
       Your Soul With Your Karma,
       Will Not Forge Forgiveness.
       For Your Ruthless Actions
       You Will Assuredly Pay.
Enough, Enough! Lets Share The Bread and Wealth
We All Deserve. Lets Heal The Hunger of
Our Brothers, Sisters And Children.
Lets Save Our Human Face...

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson) 

Judgment Day

Fingers, fingers pointing.                                  

It's blown up into your face.
Tears of sorrow
Flooding down upon red cheeks.
Watching, remembering
Snippets of painful memories.
Experiences of regret today.
Random blunt bullets of truths,
Targeting  the center of
Broken heart.
Shattered into millions
Of sharp judgments.
Shivering sweat.
Wake up. Shock.
Eyes wide open .
Haunting nightmare.
Another chance...
Judgement Day to come...

(extract from poem and 
artwork by maryla wilson)

A Noble Man

He, who can stand high and tall.                                    

A Noble man, who did not know yesterday,

That he will be present today...

For he is the man,

Who stands on the pedestal of Humanity...

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

I Reach For A Star

I look upon dark night's sky.
Bedazzling Stars sparkling
In multitude of misty vision.

I reach for a Star
And place it in my hand.

Reflection of tingling colors
Bouncing amidst my open palm.

What force created such a miracle..

The secrets of the Universe...unlocked

extract from poem and artwork by marylawilson

                                    

Composers of Humanity

  Composers of Humanity.                                            
Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart,
Schubert, Delibes, Verdi, Bach,
Vivaldi, Gershwin...
          I call upon your majestic flair!
Fine fingers gliding your virtuous instruments.
Only a genius can recognise within.
         Tormented by notes and millions
         Of musical complexities...
Composers of Humanity,
           I hail your granted gifts!
                                                                I Hail Your Glory!
(extract from poem by Maryla Wilson,
photographs from public domain)                                                                                           

Maryla Wilson paying tribute to Frederic Chopin, Ludwig Van Beethoven,
Giuseppe Verdi, George Gershwin, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Antonio Vivaldi

POETRY IN MOTION

Playing with words

Pictures with letters streaming in motion

Poetry of collection of the subconscious 

Poems of tiny snippets of the full meaning

Rushing to jolt down thousands of analogies   

Not to be forever lost...

(extract from poem and 

artwork by maryla wilson)

 

WINDOWS

                                            

Countless windows,

Big and small, tall and narrow,

Short and wide, white and black,

Of different colors and shapes.  

Fascinating architecture...  
(extract from poem and 
artwork by maryla wilson)                                                                          

Religions Condemn Homosexuality

          Religions condemn homosexuality.
          Some preach: "God created Adam and Eve,

          Not Adam and Steve".

          For I tell you, True God,

          The only one there Is,

          Loves all of his Children, regardless

          Of their sexual orientation.

         
He loves, Adam and Eve and Steve

          Of all color and race and sexual persuasion.

                       ...Why...

          Is our Mother Earth still flat ?

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

I Shall Consult My Friend

 One Day, If I Shall Not Be Able To Speak,  

I Shall Consult My Friend.

The Friend Who Resides Within Me.

The Friend Who Is My Best Friend

And Worst Enemy As Such.

...

Are These Truths Or Are These Lies...

(extract from poem  and artwork by maryla wilson)

Diana, The Royal Princess

Diana, the proud English Rose.
The Royal Princess of the British throne.
I hold you so dear.
My sweet soul sister,
Child of the universe.
I hold affinity with you alone.
Have we met before this lifetime,
Beyond this world.
My broken heart forever.
The broken heart of the World.
 ...  
Suddenly, I felt your presence
Embracing my whole being   .
I felt your loving beauty,
For only a brief moment.
Yet, it lasted so long.
You honored my soul with yours.
Thank you Diana for this precious gift.

   (extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)                                            

THE UNIVERSE



Beyond this serpent of time  
There is a vast universe.

   Stars, comets, living space

   of floating masses,

Forever expending within the infinite.

Dark energy bonded with...

   Floating, forever floating

   into infinity...
poem and artwork by maryla wilson

Your Star Was Born

Stars are Born Everyday.
Your Star was Born on a Very
Special Day - Your Birthday.
   And Every Year, at 12 am,
   Whilst You Sound Asleep,
Your Star Shines through a Secret
Invisible Wall In the Universe.
To Bless You Shine for the
Next Year ahead.
   In Your Sleepy Wonder,
   You Smile upon The Star,
   Blowing Gently Loving Kiss.
   Softly You Whisper:
"Thank You Dear Star For Shining
Me Every Minute of Times"
"Shine Me Bright in the Next Year To Be"
           "This is My Wish"

(poem and artwork by Maryla Wilson)

I Am Falling... Please Save Me..

I am Falling,
Falling slowly,
Falling deep,
Floating before my fall.
Please save me.
Save me,
Before it is too late...

(extract from poem and artwork
by Maryla Wilson)


They Want My Soul

My body alone is not enough...

My Souls is the essence They thirst for.

I feel the living, hungry breath behind me...lurking

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

  

MY DEAR BAROLD

My dear Barold,
Remember you by...
     The Gentle giant,
     Gigantic genus of
     Sweet flair persona.

Of the darkest nights,

On brightest of days.

Caring so ever,
Suredly Intriguing.
With Mind of one of a kind,
Brilliance of a genius
Heard by platitude on timeless
Encounters of loudly fun.
   Sharing smirky joke along
   With infectious laughter,
Followed with the infamous,
Long contemptuous glare
Of deep brown stare.
Crowned with your loving lips
"Princess Precious"...
Closeness so often distant.
I just want to tell you
Dear Barold...

(extract: poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

I WISH I NEVER MET YOU

extract form poem and
artwork by maryla wilson

I wish I never met you 

I dare not to forgive you

You are who you are

I stand silent...

But can I...

BEWARE OF MEDUSA

extract poem and artwork by maryla wilson

Beware of Medusa,                          
The irresistible Temptress,                        
Guardianess and Protectress
Of pure and mystical love.
    Do not dare to betray your beloved
    On a dark stormy night...
She will hunt you down...
To suffer stone living death.
            Beware!

THE WORLD OF MY CREATION

The world of my creation      
Is it what it seems
Or is it my pretense?
You tell me
For I live in a distant lands...
Is it just you?
Or is it me?

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)