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Eremos
Your voice has gone silent, the echoes have faded.
The light of your eyes is forever, now, shaded.
I’m left with a great gaping hole in my heart,
While my life endures, we have been thrust apart.
The tears well up thickly and my vision blurs.
I have trouble breathing, the problem recurs.
You must be in bliss, that’s my hope and belief,
But now I must stagger, alone with my grief.
We stole priceless hours and shared a pure joy,
But such are the flowers one frost can destroy.
The joyous sweet time that we shared was a boon
I was not prepared when the bill came so soon.
Your life was so fraught with such burdens and pain,
I begged God to help you, and that could explain
That when your health failed you, He moved mercifully
And bore off your burdens, and thus, you from me.
I yet still look for you, but foolish hopes fail.
I still so adore you but no pleas will avail.
Your sweet call of greeting has, with you, departed.
No more joy in meeting, I sob, broken-hearted.
I'm reft of
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Literature
All in My Mind
(For Mavra)
Each day a new self leaves the old one behind.
Some aspects are lost, riven, fixed or refined.
And now I am altered, as if stricken blind,
My world is now solely within my own mind.
My body’s borne burdens with more aches and pains,
It lies weakened now, but my duty remains.
It seems that other parts of me can suffer sprains,
A blood vessel’s burst in my stroke-weakened brains.
Cancer once gripped me, made me weak and ill;
Left scars seen and unseen, I bear them all still.
And now a new illness moves in for the kill.
The weapon last left me, my weakened, mute will.
That will cannot make half my body respond.
I fight not to drown in the Slough of Despond.
Strangers surround me, they’re paid for my care,
And friends are left wond’ring how much of me’s there.
There’s anger and boredom, resentment and rage.
My body’s become my sad stricken soul’s cage.
Not all of me’s here, but here is where I am.
My family has late
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Literature
Lizards in Love
(The song of Kobolds employed in a Dragons' lair)
With gloating apologies to Jackson Browne
We just can't keep up with what's crawling 'round...
It's cold, so our heart rates are slowing down...
Among you monster drakes
We get squished like snowflakes,
    And so we hide and sing behind the drapes...
        With the covert sounds of... lizards in love...
You dragons soar up high, you're beautiful...
We look aloft and sigh, we're dutiful...
We clean your royal suites...
And hope you'll bring us treats!
   Usually it's more commands, like 'Change the sheets'...
        On the tired backs of... lizards in love...
Last night you dragons sat up near the fire,
And we were cold.
One of you thought we should be eaten
Since we speak our minds...
We hid deep in our holes...
And prayed for our poor souls...  
   And poured the peanut oil on the coals...
       So you can't stir-fry us... lizar
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Literature
Aunt Beast
I do not hide the fact that I’m
Enthralled by A Wrinkle in Time,.
I cannot kythe, or else project
Myself out through a tesseract
But for all that, I love and glory
In L’Engle’s brilliant story.
Shadows, angels in old clothes,
Flying centaurs (I love those!)
Make me able, for a bit
To cope with Camazotz—and IT.
(Those are dire, rather scary—
Like the Murrys, I don’t tarry!
)
Feeling so, you’d think me mean
When that book hits the big screen,
To glower and not to call it ‘groovy.’
Someone’s missing from the movie.
Ticket buyers all got fleeced!
Disney WENT AND CUT AUNT BEAST!
Oprah wearing disco gear,
Mrs. Who with vision clear,
Charles adopted, Whatsit gabby,
(Centaurs swapped for cabbage cabby?)
Disney’s version rumpled, creased—
AND THEY EXCISED POOR AUNT BEAST!
It gets worse—because, you see,
In pursuit of ‘diversity’
They made such changes, for the worse.
What, pray, c
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Literature
The Victor
I stood alone, and held my own,
With fang and claw and breath,
Against Hell's legions. I, unknown
Now lie here, close to death.
In folly, or perhaps fool's pride
I gave all I could give.
But martyrdom's (for now) denied
For yet I do still live.
I blocked the way they marched to slay
The human folk below.
My fury turned the night to day
My flame made granite glow.
Three times they charged, three times they fled,
I stood and struck to kill.
Now devils by the score lie dead
And I am living still.
Their poisoned darts obscured the stars,
The moon made dim by spears.
My blows left fatal wounds, not scars,
I realized their fears.
An arch demon came forth at last
Struck with his flaming whip.
And I survive and he has passed
In my unyielding grip.
My blood drips slowly on the stone
My wings are marred by rents
Vultures and wolves know I'm alone
And linger in suspense,
To know when the torn drake will die
So they may come and feed.
The reek of hunger swells, yet I
Will not yet glut their need.
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Literature
Naturalist's Notes on N2O
Several stanzas from "Naturalist's Notes on a Planet with a
                   High Nitrous Oxide Atmosphere."

Frookies greeble late at night,
And glabverate the Breem.
Yet when Zerks gurble,
They take fright,
And groop!  So it would seem.
And underneath the Bonxa shrubs,
The delraps lurk and mumble.
For when the greebling Frookie grubs,
They're far too zorched to grumble.
The Bindlewurst ginks through the murk
And makes the tem-trees spooky.
But even Sebfleps do not lurk
Around the greebling Frookie.
Yet in the sea the Sim-sops dwell,
And Gunglefrids beneath,
And never once does Frookie smell
Pollute the roaring reef.
On mountainsides, Kiyonbers mince
With tiny steps, and cleavers.
And should a Frookie gnurp or wince,
They slap their tails, like beavers.
And once I saw the Mondlemynd,
A sight as rare as rubies!
No Frookie could compare with such!
And but a few Urdnoobies!
The ten teeth of the Glinkercrig
Are pointed, like t
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Literature
Quandrary
There always is so much to do,
Projects to plan, plans to review...
Machines to mend, in need of stuff
How shall I find the time enough?
In my eyes, such visions swirled.
I can build a better world.
I can share what I can see
But where's the strength to MAKE it be?
Like a flame of burning coal
I ignite things with my soul.
Never caring if it's wanted
I push through, strive on, undaunted.
Genius, vision drives me on.
To repair what fools made gone.
Machine artistry's what thrills.
My sore hand is what fulfils.
Yes there's failure, rueful laughter.
Reckoning of which comes after.
Shards and splinters of my dreams
Kindling for successor schemes!
Sisyphus is not this me.
I shall make my visions BE.
No dream-boilers go unheated.
I SHALL NEVER BE DEFEATED!
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Literature
Pronunciamento
Color and line
To control them is mine.
With some frustration
Imagination
Lures and compels...
I have intense spells.
Image and shape
I can't escape
Dreams I must heed.
Driven by need,
I must depict
What I can't predict.
 
Tricks played with light
Bore, or delight,
Always first--me.
Can what I see
Please or amuse
Or just confuse?
 
My art is mine,
Clumsy, or fine.
Hackneyed, or new,
Here for your view.
Say what you see...
It has pleased me.
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Literature
Do You Want to Kill a Snowman?
Do you want to kill a snowman?
Let’s do one in today.
Can’t stand to see them any more.
They really bore–
Let’s make them go away.
They thought they’d make good sidekicks,
They SO do not!
Let’s make those frozen turkeys DIE!
Come on, let’s kill a snowman!
Can’t stand to see another snowman…
Tempting thought, really!
You know WHY!
Now it’s time to kill a snowman!
Let’s ram a road flare through his head!
Use a flamethrower and
We’ll go to ‘Burning Man!'
And make him dead!
We’ll get the small one first,
Save worse stuff for the worst…
Come on, let’s get those snow men…
We’ll lure one and then we will end him.
Just watch him on the screen
And once they all have seen
No one who has will dare defend him!
We know that they’re out there…
Those stupid annoying snow men…
They simper, prance and sing
They make me want to sling
Some gasoline and then…
We
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Literature
The Dragon's Breath
Thermoriax's shadow fell upon the moonlit ground.
The castle's battlements stood dark, its empty windows frowned.
A dry and sere December gripped the land in misery
With all the town in hunger and unbroken poverty.
From deep within her mountains, the silver dragon soared.
Cold clouds, harsh winds around her, mist, frost, snow alike ignored.
She saw the place for which she sought, her flight was swift and straight.
The townsfolk, huddled, miserable, had no hint of their fate.
The homes and empty shops lay grouped around the village square.
The dragoness halted her flight--a Christmas tree stood there.
No ornaments or glitter shone, grim indigence made clear.
A dragon flew on Christmas night, and that sight drew her near.
She fixed upon the undecked tree, with narrowed, slitted eyes
And circled, shaking clouds and branches with her booming cries!
The village doors flew open, frightened people looked to see
The flashing silver shadow--What would its actions be?
Her jaws gaped, bared her r
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Literature
The Contractor
Joseph was quite strong, it seems,
Hardened moving heavy beams,
Toughened from the nails and saws
Stout and firm, with ample cause.
 
A man posed to meet life's demands,
Skillful builder, calloused hands,
Trained well in demanding art,
But he had a loving heart.
 
Think of how it was, that day,
When he saw his fiancée
Bearing someone else's child.
His reaction? Kind and mild.
 
He played such a noble role.
Love, not anger in his soul.
He'd not shame her, though he'd known
That the child was not his own.
Taxes, census, pregnant bride.
David's line, resilient pride.
Filled-up inn, yet he was able
To make a home within a stable.
Then God's will, the Angels' choir,
Awe-struck shepherds, Heaven's fire.
Magi, gifts, a birth to hide--
Herod bid infanticide.
 
No. Joseph steeled an iron will.
Love and strength availed him still.
Off to Egypt, Babe and wife.
Joseph's strength to shelter life.
 
Lost long years, his fate unknown--
Loved a boy-child not his own.
Taug
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Literature
Vain Little Charmer
Always lock your jewelry box.
It prevents those starts and shocks
That come when some sweet little drake
Figures what to wear, and take.
Ripped from your plundered jewelry box
Are all the hasps, and all the locks
That gave way in protesting heed
To a small dragon's need, and greed.
Now she tinkers, looks and seems
A dragon empress, crowned with gleams.
She smiles, whispers haughtily
'No other dragon shines like me.'
She poses, preens, rubs diamonds clearer.
Dragon diva, in the mirror.
Purrs, head on her greedy claws
And dreams of gemstones lacking flaws.
Next to your empty jewelry box
Not far, as a princess walks
The fairest of the dragon girls
Is sleeping sprawled on all your pearls.
Her bedecked coiled shape beguiles,
Your own reflection frowns, then smiles,
Her joy is worth more than your rocks.
You get a new, steel jewelry box.
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Literature
Friendship
We leaned upon a counter
    And swapped a joke or two.
We'd come from different places.
    So old good ones seemed new
We'd gladly waste each other's time,
    And toss songs to and fro.
We had some pleasant evenings then.
    About a year ago.
We sat and took a cup of tea.
    (I'd dropped in rather late)
We threw some songs together
    And sent them to their fate.
We'd toss a tape in the machine
    And let the music flow.
We really murdered misery then.
    'Twas six months back or so.
We'd not bring matters fast to end.
    But God! It seemed too soon.
We went book buying, friend and friend,
    Was that just back in June?
We let each other know our faults.
    That's risky, quite, you know.
But we had other things to do.
    And summers quickly go.
We look across a gorge, it seems.
    A chasm seldom closed.
Our paths diverging to extremes
 
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Literature
Adrift through Sliding Doors
Which When are we in right now?
We must take bearings soon.
Who’s the president, and how
Did Who get to the moon?
We have to get our bearings
Drifting in the Space-Time Sea.
Just hope these Allies all put down
Their Nazi Germany!
This sort of thing happens a lot.
Zelazny showed us how.
What shade of Amber is this world?
Can we find ‘Roadmarks’ now?
Turn your back, things get wiped clean
As by a windshield wiper.
In alternating shifts of scene
You have to pay the Piper!
It always seems that something BAD
Shapes ‘alt-realities.’
Dread dictators, a world gone mad
Or some new dire disease.
Could possibly instead could things
Perhaps go far more right?
Say, knowing what each whale sings...
Cold fusion brought to light?
It wouldn’t take that much to make
A world be much more fun.
Franz Ferdinand catches a break
And we miss World War One!
Let’s say the lookout falls asleep
So Murdoch won’t get manic.
A mild bump, a tiny seep,
A limping, f
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Literature
T
Far off in Ceylon grows a plant known as 'tea.'
For reasons of harvest, a bush, not a tree.
The plants grow and flourish, the planter receives
His due playing Autumn (he takes off the leaves).
The latter are processed (sun-shriveled, I mean)
And if hardly dried out, the tea will be green.
If they’re very dry, and their little sides crack
They'll be called orange pekoe, but really look black.
If they should be neither, why that's nothing wrong--
Tea leaves greenish-blackish are labeled 'oolong.'
Small leaves from high mountains are christened, revealing
Their great, lofty lineage:  They call them 'Darjeeling.'
They sort them, and chop them, and then the work lags--
Some get ground and powdered or put in tea bags.
The best go to India, or Great Britain first,
The Green goes to Asia and we get the worst.
The Chinese add jasmine, a gourmet's delight,
The Brits add so much milk they take their tea 'white.'
And if you would like to make an expert scream
Don't offer him milk--just
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Literature
Do You LOVE Me? The Sea-Folk Verson
[Scene:  The open ocean.  A Pod of dolphins swims into view and
swings into a circular formation.  A {webbed} hand breaks the water
and grasps an "Ariel Sing-A-Long" microphone floating conveniently
nearby on an "Ariel" floating soap dish.  The singer's head and
shoulders break the water, while the dolphins go into an AA-oo vamp
through their blowholes.]

Singer: {spoken}    "Baby...you said it couldn't happen,
                   "'Cause I couldn't live in the sea!
                   "But I found myself a geneticist whiz
                   "And look what has happened to me!"
         {sings}   "Do you LOVE me?"
Dolphins:           "Doo waa doo."
Singer:             "Do you LOVE me?"
D:  
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Your voice has gone silent, the echoes have faded.
The light of your eyes is forever, now, shaded.
I’m left with a great gaping hole in my heart,
While my life endures, we have been thrust apart.

The tears well up thickly and my vision blurs.
I have trouble breathing, the problem recurs.
You must be in bliss, that’s my hope and belief,
But now I must stagger, alone with my grief.

We stole priceless hours and shared a pure joy,
But such are the flowers one frost can destroy.
The joyous sweet time that we shared was a boon
I was not prepared when the bill came so soon.

Your life was so fraught with such burdens and pain,
I begged God to help you, and that could explain
That when your health failed you, He moved mercifully
And bore off your burdens, and thus, you from me.

I yet still look for you, but foolish hopes fail.
I still so adore you but no pleas will avail.
Your sweet call of greeting has, with you, departed.
No more joy in meeting, I sob, broken-hearted.

I'm reft of your beauty, your enfolding arms,
I live (life is duty); bewail your lost charms.
You would not desire my anguish and pains,
But with ev’ry breath, this grim torment remains.

Mortality stalks us from long before birth.
Our human life balks us, and thrusts us from Earth.
We are born to die, simple reason tells me.
I think, ‘she is dead’ and writhe in agony.

I lurch along, numb, others need me, it’s true.
Your voice is struck dumb. You do not come in view.
My heart, mad to join you, throbs trapped in its cage.
I am so forlorn, too—but riven in rage.

Hope withers, no nourishment in empty spaces.
I shrink from your haunts, they’re now haunted places.
Kind friends proffer comfort, and offer their ears,
But nothing can stem the warm flood of my tears.

I dared speak of feelings you said you returned.
The warmth’s left in ashes, my outstretched hand’s burned.
I huddle in silence, too raddled to groan.
My love’s dead by violence, and I am–alone.
(For Mavra)

Each day a new self leaves the old one behind.
Some aspects are lost, riven, fixed or refined.
And now I am altered, as if stricken blind,
My world is now solely within my own mind.

My body’s borne burdens with more aches and pains,
It lies weakened now, but my duty remains.
It seems that other parts of me can suffer sprains,
A blood vessel’s burst in my stroke-weakened brains.

Cancer once gripped me, made me weak and ill;
Left scars seen and unseen, I bear them all still.
And now a new illness moves in for the kill.
The weapon last left me, my weakened, mute will.

That will cannot make half my body respond.
I fight not to drown in the Slough of Despond.
Strangers surround me, they’re paid for my care,
And friends are left wond’ring how much of me’s there.

There’s anger and boredom, resentment and rage.
My body’s become my sad stricken soul’s cage.
Not all of me’s here, but here is where I am.
My family has lately failed to give a damn.

The web of my life seems now tattered and fraying.
So why’s my despair troubled with soft voices praying?
How can brightness linger in my dark dejection?
Why must misery meet and fight with affection?

Others still love me, they beg kindly powers
To help me, to heal me, to lighten my hours.
They thank all that’s loving for my every breath.
They pray that I’ll rally and fight--to the death.

I cannot reach toward them from this prison room.
My body’s collapse makes my skull my heart’s tomb.
Both parents have suffered from this current doom.
I have a faint hope, but will it come to bloom?

Weakness and sickness fertilize my despairs,
My thoughts’ halting thickness they say time repairs…
The anger at fate that still smolders and flares…
And yet I must know that somebody still cares.

The battle’s laid out—the playing field’s lined.
My tongue will not curse, my resentment’s refined
Into a resolve that’s been pickled and brined:
I must win this battle fought all in my mind.
All in My Mind
A... tremendously dear friend of mine,

www.deviantart.com/mavraster

fought off cancer, and last month bravely recognized and surmounted a stroke. She next suffered a brain aneurysm in a blood vessel weakened by the clot that caused the stroke and the warfarin she took to fight off the clots aggravated that.

She now lies half-paralyzed in an assisted living facility, grimly battling her body and misery to regain function once more. She cannot reach out to us who cherish her, and I cannot be with her to comfort and help.

All I can do is pray, and that feverishly, and imagine how I'd feel in her place, which resulted in this long, articulated... scream of misery and anger on her behalf.  If I can beg a prayer or kind thought from you who read this... please.  The days go by, my grief and longing for her company go unrequited, and sometimes I feel that the only news to come will be the worst possible.

But she has vanquished illness and despair before...  God be with you, Mavra.

ADDENDUM:  Thank you for your kind words and wishes. She is now with God.
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(The song of Kobolds employed in a Dragons' lair)

With gloating apologies to Jackson Browne

We just can't keep up with what's crawling 'round...
It's cold, so our heart rates are slowing down...
Among you monster drakes
We get squished like snowflakes,
    And so we hide and sing behind the drapes...
        With the covert sounds of... lizards in love...

You dragons soar up high, you're beautiful...
We look aloft and sigh, we're dutiful...
We clean your royal suites...
And hope you'll bring us treats!
   Usually it's more commands, like 'Change the sheets'...
        On the tired backs of... lizards in love...

Last night you dragons sat up near the fire,
And we were cold.
One of you thought we should be eaten
Since we speak our minds...
We hid deep in our holes...
And prayed for our poor souls...  
   And poured the peanut oil on the coals...
       So you can't stir-fry us... lizards in love!
Lizards in Love
This is the theme song from the Monsterpiece Theater 54 part miniseries, Uplairs, Downlairs
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I do not hide the fact that I’m
Enthralled by A Wrinkle in Time,.
I cannot kythe, or else project
Myself out through a tesseract
But for all that, I love and glory
In L’Engle’s brilliant story.

Shadows, angels in old clothes,
Flying centaurs (I love those!)
Make me able, for a bit
To cope with Camazotz—and IT.
(Those are dire, rather scary—
Like the Murrys, I don’t tarry!
)

Feeling so, you’d think me mean
When that book hits the big screen,
To glower and not to call it ‘groovy.’
Someone’s missing from the movie.
Ticket buyers all got fleeced!
Disney WENT AND CUT AUNT BEAST!

Oprah wearing disco gear,
Mrs. Who with vision clear,
Charles adopted, Whatsit gabby,
(Centaurs swapped for cabbage cabby?)
Disney’s version rumpled, creased—
AND THEY EXCISED POOR AUNT BEAST!

It gets worse—because, you see,
In pursuit of ‘diversity’
They made such changes, for the worse.
What, pray, could be more diverse
Than an alien, sweet and mild,
Nursing a burned human child?

Meg harmed, frozen, nearly dead,
Sheltered in a stranger’s bed,
Counseled, cared for, even loved,
By someone that DISNEY SHOVED!
All interest I had has ceased
In a film that lacks Aunt Beast.

These days, The Man with Red Eyes
Seems at hand in mundane guise.
We seem to lack all defense.
CENTRAL Central Intelligence
Finds out all we think and say.
‘Do not question, just obey.’

I worry, wring my hands out lots,
As Earth turns into Camazotz.
I’ll fight the Shadow, ward my nation,
Pray, and act the aberration.
And when my failing strengths have ceased
Hope to find my own Aunt Beast.
Aunt Beast
She just loved, nursed, and comforted a mauled human child. AND THEY CUT HER?

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I stood alone, and held my own,
With fang and claw and breath,
Against Hell's legions. I, unknown
Now lie here, close to death.
In folly, or perhaps fool's pride
I gave all I could give.
But martyrdom's (for now) denied
For yet I do still live.

I blocked the way they marched to slay
The human folk below.
My fury turned the night to day
My flame made granite glow.
Three times they charged, three times they fled,
I stood and struck to kill.
Now devils by the score lie dead
And I am living still.

Their poisoned darts obscured the stars,
The moon made dim by spears.
My blows left fatal wounds, not scars,
I realized their fears.
An arch demon came forth at last
Struck with his flaming whip.
And I survive and he has passed
In my unyielding grip.

My blood drips slowly on the stone
My wings are marred by rents
Vultures and wolves know I'm alone
And linger in suspense,
To know when the torn drake will die
So they may come and feed.
The reek of hunger swells, yet I
Will not yet glut their need.

I hear footsteps made carefully,
I lift my bleeding head.
A child's voice calls out to me,
No threat, but help, instead.
The boy flying the kite I spared
Sees me on bloodied ground.
He’s mastered fright. Politely scared
His elders cluster round.

They drive their cattle for my need,
Their healer's dressed my hurts.
My wounds are cleansed, my pain relieved,
My blood no longer spurts.
I feel my strength slowly return
Of both body, and will.
So let all of our foes now learn
That I am living, still.
The Victor
I once wrote a poem about a doomed dragon deciding to ward off Hell's attack upon the village below his mountain.  It turns out he made it, after all.
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Wendy Terwilleger
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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.

Wendy

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Fruffers Featured By Owner 21 hours ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks a bunch for the llama!! Llama Emoji-58 (Up and Down) [V3] 
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner 3 hours ago
Quite welcome.
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Merman1234 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2018
thank you for the birthday wishes, its awesome
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2018
Just my best fishes, Phil.
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KittySib Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Little glitter rainbowThanks for the llama 
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2018
Very welcome, thanks for yours.
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KittySib Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Sure thing!:D
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GabyCoutino Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Nice gallery

Have a bunny
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2018
Thank you... I hear those cam be rabbit-forming...
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Varagka Featured By Owner May 5, 2018  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav!
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