Aa Harvey

The Artist

The Artist

I need a Muse.

Do you think it could be you?

Can you pick up a paint brush

And show me what you can do?

I need a painter of portraits;

To fill in the gaps inside my head.

I need a Goddess of Love,

To notice the stuff I write in my bed.

I need an Artist, who is simply magnificent,

A breath-taking vision, who is simply Heaven sent.

I need an Angel to paint me a Picasso,

Of my poetry in pieces, before I end up like Van Gogh.

Slightly impaired by deafness, I guess.

Going grey now; thank you stress.

Hi Mona, how’s Rembrandt?

He’s been seen drinking in a bar,

With someone called Cezanne?

Call Michelangelo; Donatello will have a plan.

Leonardo’s busy with his inventions,

But here comes Raphael.

Turtle Power! Hi Master Splinter.

Do you have your easel and paints ready,

To see you through the winter?

Paint me a story

And I’ll write you a picture.

I think if the two of us worked together,

What I see, to you, could become much clearer.

Are you sat there looking for some inspiration?

Then read one of my poems, sing one of my songs;

Maybe then you could paint our creation.

Maybe then, I could write poetry about your art.

My vision brought to life,

With the gift of your care.

Paint a picture of us together,

So you will remember that I will always be there.

If you ever need some inspiration,

Just creep inside my mind for a little vacation;

An escape from reality, or from your personal Demon’s.

You will see we are all the same;

I have as many foibles as you do.

My heart belongs to any Woman who truly wants it;

But she hasn’t told me how she feels yet,

So I guess I can’t live without it.

But soon I will meet someone

And offer them my love;

Because an artist without inspiration,

Is like a poet who has never been in love.

Joyous tragedy! Shakespeare laughs,

As he tears apart love with just a couple of paragraphs.

Dead and gone! Not our fair Juliet.

If Romeo had just gone home instead,

He would have turned into a moody poet.