POETRY ON CANVAS
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Art is not only visual, art is rendered from the heart to the canvas, with feelings of love, passion, gratitude, sometimes grief, at times heartbreaking, but often times comforting.
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Poetry on Canvas © Carol Tanjutco
At the Grand Central Station (28"x24" oil)
©by Carol Tanjutco
So vast, so grand, so alluring!
Enthralled by magnificent lights
the world surrounds me in a daze
ever mystified with awe, amazed.
People pass me by, dash in rush
beating the minute clock perched on top.
Is there no tomorrow? Let’s stop.
Each moment I relish with you.
Moving slowly, one breath apart
staring souls, reaching deep inside.
Thought provoking, yet no talking
the subway sax made perfect love.
Now, you surround me in tensed wrap
Strong arms I can’t resist, don’t stop.
(C)2007 All rights reserved.
Passion Illuminates (24"28" oil)
©by Carol Tanjutco
Didn’t I warn you I burn like coal?
Go ahead, get this passion burning
the night is young, show me how bold
your love can hold. Profess your zeal.
The log in that fireplace illuminates
the heat slowly creeping through my body
the chilling sunset of spring captivates
my heart desiring to be in custody.
Embrace me, unyielding embrace
‘til I melt in your brawny arms.
Kiss me all over, tensed kisses
Kiss me once more, succulent kiss!
Now you got this passion churning
don’t stop ‘til sun shines at morning …
(C)2007 All rights reserved.
Kindred Spirits (24"x28" oil)
©by Carol Tanjutco
Yet another grueling night
vivid visions veering back
our astral selves bare their might,
awaiting the afterlife!
Love forbidden we both harness.
You and I, we’re all that matters,
an accord to keep each other
tho’ earthen selves distant, farthest.
No tears can quench our shattered hearts
somewhere in time never to part.
This burning desire we covet
fueling fire for our ashes’ pyre.
Let’s make love ‘till dawn of the new day,
‘till the sun casts the spirits away.
(C)2010 All rights reserved.
Reflection (18" x 24" oil)
by Carol Tanjutco 2020
Autumn in New York City!
How much do I love thee?
Our hearts somber in grief
Our minds strained with fear
Our bodies weak from struggle
but our spirits strongest as ever!
We shall miss the glorious spring
perhaps, skip the warmth of summer.
The promise of Fall tomorrow
shall hold us through our sorrow.
We are One New Yorkers
Together we shall conquer
This too, shall pass
Stay home to last!
— A sonnet for all you New Yorkers
JOURNEY TO THE PAST (36'X 36" oil on canvas)
By Carol Tanjutco
I,
woman.
Need someone?
So naïve, you say ?
From East to West I traveled
trekked the jungles of Asia and Africa
explored the depths of sea, still can’t find the real me.
My journey shall go on, here, now, and onto the past.
Lest I sense that proverbial knight in armor,
off to Kremlin and Red Square
but wait, kindred soul.
Look who’s here,
is it …
You ?
Metamorphosis
©by Carol Tanjutco 2010
Life
begins.
The Alpha.
Seeds forbidden sown.
Bodies intertwined twirling
from the heart of deep blue sea two beings rose,
transcends the omnipotence Almighty interposed.
Churning fire and ice, illuminating ocean’s floor
headless intercourse daring to challenge all!
What lies above the surface?
Miracle unfazed.
Omega:
Woman,
THE LANGUAGE OF STEEL (36" x 36" oil on canvas)
©by Carol Tanjutco
Hard bodies in shimmering sweat
working their way up to level
in rhythmic motions, puffed up breath
no sense it seems to minds clever.
Sure they say sound mind, sound body
and sound spirit it may well be,
the clanking irons sound sturdy
hydraulic lift overawes me.
Sitting between loaded steel cores
the sensation creeps through hamstrings
push to the limits, challenge more.
How exhilarating power brings!
Unleash the strong body and soul
For what you feel decides your whole.
Voice from Beyond
The Eye Within
©by Carol Tanjutco
Silent as a grave.
It does not exist
as his mind resists
what he thought was brave.
A moment of rage,
can’t cease or desist
plagued passion persists
bitterness engaged.
No one knew but him,
so he thought, until...
muffled voice whispers
echoed in his dream
her eyes haunt him still
doomed to die in fear!
One Restless Soul
©by Carol Tanjutco
It’s 3:00 a.m., the hour of death.
Felons of the hour that past stalked,
the spirits chanting in distress,
poor victims silenced, cold and choked.
Her body lay still, begging for answer.
Why does it have to be Mother?
Like I could hear her lullabye …
one more time, please, then say goodbye
Pray. Amen to God’s will and wrath
but the ax of judgment is mine to cast.
No rhyme nor reason can possibly match
the angst and agony I have amassed.
Deep inside I hear howling winds of fear.
Grip of terror prevailed, in pain she wailed.
Forsaken by heavens, she could not bear.
Deadened by roaring rains, her cries unheard.
The rest of the world sleeps unsuspecting
woman in torment dying helplessly.
Where were we whom she loved, raised and nurtured?
Where were we when she was beaten, tortured?
Overwhelmed with grief, the Angel of Death
transgressed, let me fathom life’s mystery.
I shall never be in this tragedy.
God help me, divine justice is my plea.
Wounded Tiger
©by Carol Tanjutco
Slighted, blighted, marred, scarred, beaten
I pick my tail that has fallen
carried my cubs and walked away
tucked them safe from fears that allay.
The healing starts. Contemplation
of infallible plan of action.
In the silence of this holy hour
Reasons run dry. I must devour.
The stealth and stillness of the night
slowly consumes the fire inside.
Blasphemy made a daring stunt
crushing my vulnerable heart.
The chance is now, one paw a time
veering verily, vengeance is mine!
Mother's Grave in Vain
©by Carol Tanjutco
The night is young, been waiting, still hoping
to hear my lover’s ring, my heart’s bleeding.
So many times I ask myself, why? How
these things had turned my dream into nightmare.
‘Twas just yesterday we’re teeming with glee,
happy hearts beaming with light, hope and joy.
Prayerfully counting the days to wed,
two souls vowed as one ‘till life after death.
Then, out of nowhere, turbulent sand storm
struck, vanished all the love and heart’s treasures.
The sands of time had ran out forever
breathless beings’ prayer in vain, lifeless.
Didn’t we ask blessings from mother’s grave?
What went wrong? Woman in love, easy prey!
En Plein Air, Sketching
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