Plush Flight

Title: Plush Flight

Medium:.Color Pencil

Size: 7 x 7"

Price: $200.00

Listen to the Beat

I can only hope that the legacy of your family is found in the beat of your soul.  You should be striving to learn everything that is relevant to whom you are.  Looking and listening for those sweet songs that provide a measure of hope in your life.  Your groove should dance to the beat of your own drum. 

I hope when you read this poem, you will take the time to listen for the beat of your drum.

The Beat of the Drum

By: George Frederick Nash

The raw texture of leather tones

Moves smoothly through the open plane

Making strong distinctive marks

Teaching the lovers’ game

A bottom note followed by a high cry

Catches the eye of the bold groove

Sending the message

It’s time to move

The relevant rhythm of flavored bars

Walks with the emancipated joints of the silky rhyme

Serving the world a hot dish

Filled with all the right ingredients of the time

That music is heard so far and deep

It causes the body to dance in a unique form

Moving their feet, clapping their hands, and shaking their hips

Are emotions that the soul has transformed

Beats played so loud and clear

That the world has to set up and take note

Listening to a sweet song

That provides a measure of hope

It's Her

It's Her

By George Frederick Nash

I thought I would never meet someone

Who would take my breath away,

Claiming my spirit

And blessing me in every possible way.

A strong soul

So beautiful and pure,

A bright light that brings this world

So much joyous cheer.

I hope to find her

And become part of her best,

Realizing that she is 

Bone of my bone

And flesh of my flesh.

Just like Jacob,

I am committed to complete the garden,

Showing how much I value

The most precious thing to her father.

A lovely Queen

Regal as the monarchs of the Nile,

A wonderful spirit that

Loves the people

Like a mother loves her child.

My soul is happy

And it is doing a celebration dance,

Because I have seen her

And recognize that I must not miss this chance.

First I worship

And bless God for being true,

Then I pray

And ask Him to see me through.

Asking for guidance

To connect with such a gentle flower,

Keeping my heart open

To stay near her.

Knowing that I cannot be scared 

To show her who I am,

I leap.

Looking for a place to land

In her heart

In her soul

Hoping she would open the door

And let me in her fold.

Alien Color Man

Alien Color Man

By George Frederick 

The ship has landed to deliver its cargo.

Packages with great economic value

That generate new power and money in an infant land.

This strange cargo, with no voice

Is picked over like a farmer picks his land.

Examining their dark rich color.

Feeling their powerful firm muscles.

All the while not knowing that this alien package

Is taking in all that it can view.

Plotting the escape from a land

It never wanted to see.

The Soul Symphony Joint

The Soul Symphony Joint

By: George Frederick Nash

The orchestration of souls

Working together to play

Velvet smooth tones 

That are placed in their hearts

By the fresh hand of God.

A simple groove

With a unique key signature

Riding the suede beat

Of the rhythm prince.

The luxurious rhyme

Of the soulful psalmist

Connects the heart

To a beautiful experience.

A fabulous sound

That breathes life

Into a normal existence.

This symphony 

Of vivid tones and smooth textures

Heats the soul

To burn down the joint.

Beautiful Chocolate

Beautiful Chocolate

By: George Frederick Nash

The sweet aroma of blended ingredients

Dancing together to smell so fresh

It's essence touches the soul

Sparks the thought that this is so blessed

The velvet smooth pallet of distinctive textures

Joyfully tickles the voice of your heart

A luxurious silky taste of elegant flavor

Entices the spirit to take part

The dark milky sensation of lavish treats

Fills the room with a cheerful mood

The brightness of its gorgeous attitude

Turns on the passion of your own groove

The grand composition of noble treasures

Dazzles the eye with its spectacular shell

Providing a moment that caters to your gentle emotion

Causing you to pick a beautiful chocolate belle

Macaroni And Cheese

Macaroni And Cheese

By: George Frederick Nash

I stand at the edge of the field

Taking in the smell of the summer breeze.

In the distance my mother yells from the porch

"It's lunch time. I made your favorite... macaroni and cheese."

I take off and run fast as I can.

Running so hard

As much as my little feet can stand.

I make it to the porch

And jump to the top step.

Embracing the sweet aroma

Of love that is so heart felt.

I run to the table to

Take my seat.

My mother says,

"Stop running or you won't get your favorite treat."

I stop running and walk fast.

I make it to the table and ask for a big glass.

She says,

"What would you like to drink my impatient little son?"

I reply,

"Red kool-aid! That sounds like fun."

With a smile, I begin to feed my face.

Stuffing my little belly, as much as it can take.

As my mom walks toward the table,

I think to myself

I am so pleased.

Not because she is wonderful and beautiful.

But because she made me macaroni and cheese.

Motherland’s Liberty

Motherland’s Liberty

By George Frederick Nash

Crimson soil

Cultivating life

Motherland’s glory

Shining bright.

Ebony wood

Growing legacy

Motherland’s heart

Living beautifully.

Golden sun

Giving liberty

Motherland’s spirit

Singing victory.