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My image on this site is a beautiful painting by Karen Hull .She is an amazing Artist. I wrote this wee poem in gratitude for her unselfish ways and to share with you her amazing skill in producing my portrait which I may add, improves my demeanour tenfold.:)
7 by 11 inch portrait of The Auld Yin (Alex Gardiner), done with pastels on Pastelmat.
The creator of my image
you see on this site.
Did her name a mention?
Wis it ma' intention.?
Tae let yea ken her name,
is she lassie way a claim tae fame?
She wurks wunders wae honds o' skill,
everything she dis is bound tae thrill,
Her wurk she dis with passion,
An' niver wull gae oot o' fashion.
She uses pencils,graphite an' pastels tae,
These things tae me; am' no ofay.
Like magic sticks or magic wands,
She weaves them wae skill; in her lovely honds.
A hiv' admired this lass when furst a saw,
A said tae ma'sel kin yea believe that? Naw!
Whit she's dayin' canny be real,
It canny be true it's nae the richt deal.
Did her name a mention,
No yit but it's ma' intention.
wheeshed a minit ; or two!!
An' a'll gea yea a clue.
Pencil coloured,Graphite, an' pastels too,
amazing,genious,unbelieveable is the clue.
Australian,Artist and Bonny Lass,
Oan Rid Bubble she's the wan wae class.
Wan day no lang ago oan Rid Bubble,
a did a journal way a lote o' truble.
50 things aboot the Auld Yin,
an' oan ma' face a hid a big grin.
Choice of any Art Work from Red Bubble,
Ma choice wis easy a hid nae truble.
Ma' portrait dun by a Bonny lass,
niver a thocht it wid come tae pass.
Weel, dreams dae come true,
An' mine did oot the blue.
Wan day an' e-mail came,
frae a Bonny Lass way a claim tae fame.
Weel ma' dream hud come tae pass.
way an' offer frae that Bonny Lass,
This Lass wis offerin' tae dae ma' face,
An' post it oan this Red Bubble Place.
Jings,help m'a boab an' crivens tae,
this Bonny Lass his made ma' day.
Aye, aye, aye a said tae this Bonny lass,
crivens, whin wull this come tae pass?
Richt away a'll day yer face,
an' post it tae you at yer ain wee place.
Weel noo it's dun an' oan Red Bubble,
I thank yea Bonny lass Fur aw yer truble.
Dae a hiv' tae mention this lass's name?
Cos' every wan kens her; this lass o' fame.
Karen Hull's the Lass a noo hiv' mentioned,
An' tae thank this bonny Lass is my intention.
The Auld Yin.
This is my tribute to a wonderful, generous character that many of you may have crossed paths. He brings tireless support, encouragement, a charming wit and humour, to so many artists, myself included. When I stumbled upon his wish to have a portrait done by me about a week ago, I was so touched and humbled, and how could I resist the opportunity to repay, in a little way, some of the kindness he has shown to me and others. I don't have the way with words that The Auld Yin does, but hopefully, in this case pictures speak much louder than words!!!
Karen Hull.
7 by 11 inch portrait of The Auld Yin (Alex Gardiner), done with pastels on Pastelmat.
The creator of my image
you see on this site.
Did her name a mention?
Wis it ma' intention.?
Tae let yea ken her name,
is she lassie way a claim tae fame?
She wurks wunders wae honds o' skill,
everything she dis is bound tae thrill,
Her wurk she dis with passion,
An' niver wull gae oot o' fashion.
She uses pencils,graphite an' pastels tae,
These things tae me; am' no ofay.
Like magic sticks or magic wands,
She weaves them wae skill; in her lovely honds.
A hiv' admired this lass when furst a saw,
A said tae ma'sel kin yea believe that? Naw!
Whit she's dayin' canny be real,
It canny be true it's nae the richt deal.
Did her name a mention,
No yit but it's ma' intention.
wheeshed a minit ; or two!!
An' a'll gea yea a clue.
Pencil coloured,Graphite, an' pastels too,
amazing,genious,unbelieveable is the clue.
Australian,Artist and Bonny Lass,
Oan Rid Bubble she's the wan wae class.
Wan day no lang ago oan Rid Bubble,
a did a journal way a lote o' truble.
50 things aboot the Auld Yin,
an' oan ma' face a hid a big grin.
Choice of any Art Work from Red Bubble,
Ma choice wis easy a hid nae truble.
Ma' portrait dun by a Bonny lass,
niver a thocht it wid come tae pass.
Weel, dreams dae come true,
An' mine did oot the blue.
Wan day an' e-mail came,
frae a Bonny Lass way a claim tae fame.
Weel ma' dream hud come tae pass.
way an' offer frae that Bonny Lass,
This Lass wis offerin' tae dae ma' face,
An' post it oan this Red Bubble Place.
Jings,help m'a boab an' crivens tae,
this Bonny Lass his made ma' day.
Aye, aye, aye a said tae this Bonny lass,
crivens, whin wull this come tae pass?
Richt away a'll day yer face,
an' post it tae you at yer ain wee place.
Weel noo it's dun an' oan Red Bubble,
I thank yea Bonny lass Fur aw yer truble.
Dae a hiv' tae mention this lass's name?
Cos' every wan kens her; this lass o' fame.
Karen Hull's the Lass a noo hiv' mentioned,
An' tae thank this bonny Lass is my intention.
The Auld Yin.
This is my tribute to a wonderful, generous character that many of you may have crossed paths. He brings tireless support, encouragement, a charming wit and humour, to so many artists, myself included. When I stumbled upon his wish to have a portrait done by me about a week ago, I was so touched and humbled, and how could I resist the opportunity to repay, in a little way, some of the kindness he has shown to me and others. I don't have the way with words that The Auld Yin does, but hopefully, in this case pictures speak much louder than words!!!
Karen Hull.
Two hundred and eighty poems to date,
hopefully the same number again will be my fate.
All but a few are indowed with sound,
some you'll love, others will confound.
Engrish spoked here with proaper gramer tae ,
proaper spellin'? Aye you'll be au-fait.
aw types of content, intalectyull an' fun,
from luv tae wee bits o' rudie puns.
Scottish vernacular tae the nth degree,
serious words,loving words and some carefree.
Wurds like brammer, hen, mahoose an' aufiesare,
please try and understand if you dare.
Poems on recipes of chicken an' tripe,
if you don't unnerstond get oan yer bike.
Only kidden! tak me wae a pinch o' salt.
ah try ma best so it's nae ma fault.
I feel the wind and I accept,
the sun shines and warms my heart.
It rains and snows without my ken,
seasons come and go and will never end.
Love happens, so I write with love,
I am happy so I write with fun.
Life's too short for poems sad,
I just love to write which makes me glad.
Sweet nature my heart implores,
creatures great and small, I adore.
So many things to say in this dear life,
thank God for poetry and for the love to write.
Poems about cats and dogs,
the weather and misty fogs.
About my childhood during war and strife,
and 'poetic' poems about my lovely wife.
I narrate my poems with the utmost joy,
never been one to be very coy.
wee shoart wans an' sum aufie long,
even wan whare a break intae song:(
Lately, I mix my vernacular with engrish wurds,
maist likely tae be told I am absurd.
Believe me, I just want to entertain,
although some will say am blidy insane.
Judge for yourself, in all I write,
assuring you I do not bite.
This poem will be number 2 hunner an' 80 one,
aye they amount tae a tidy sum.
Here's tae aw yea FanStory lasses an' Lads,
write aw yer reviews in yer writtin' pads.
Noo a dinny mind if yea dinny like,
if yer gonna be rude. 'Jist get oan yer bike':)
The Auld Yin
hopefully the same number again will be my fate.
All but a few are indowed with sound,
some you'll love, others will confound.
Engrish spoked here with proaper gramer tae ,
proaper spellin'? Aye you'll be au-fait.
aw types of content, intalectyull an' fun,
from luv tae wee bits o' rudie puns.
Scottish vernacular tae the nth degree,
serious words,loving words and some carefree.
Wurds like brammer, hen, mahoose an' aufiesare,
please try and understand if you dare.
Poems on recipes of chicken an' tripe,
if you don't unnerstond get oan yer bike.
Only kidden! tak me wae a pinch o' salt.
ah try ma best so it's nae ma fault.
I feel the wind and I accept,
the sun shines and warms my heart.
It rains and snows without my ken,
seasons come and go and will never end.
Love happens, so I write with love,
I am happy so I write with fun.
Life's too short for poems sad,
I just love to write which makes me glad.
Sweet nature my heart implores,
creatures great and small, I adore.
So many things to say in this dear life,
thank God for poetry and for the love to write.
Poems about cats and dogs,
the weather and misty fogs.
About my childhood during war and strife,
and 'poetic' poems about my lovely wife.
I narrate my poems with the utmost joy,
never been one to be very coy.
wee shoart wans an' sum aufie long,
even wan whare a break intae song:(
Lately, I mix my vernacular with engrish wurds,
maist likely tae be told I am absurd.
Believe me, I just want to entertain,
although some will say am blidy insane.
Judge for yourself, in all I write,
assuring you I do not bite.
This poem will be number 2 hunner an' 80 one,
aye they amount tae a tidy sum.
Here's tae aw yea FanStory lasses an' Lads,
write aw yer reviews in yer writtin' pads.
Noo a dinny mind if yea dinny like,
if yer gonna be rude. 'Jist get oan yer bike':)
The Auld Yin
'Imagine'. Life's wurth without; 'imagination',
could we iver contemplate creation?
A gif' to have in oor ain mind's een,
without it, nuthin' wundrous wid be iver seen.
Rabbie."O wad some Power the giftie gie us to see oursels as ithers see us"!
Wid that no' be a wundrous plus?
Imagine if; oor een had that gif' tae see,
aw' whit in life ,we wid luve tae be.
As a lad, tae see aw' lass's ways,
tae see their mind's een an' be au-fait.
Tae ken whit they imagine life tae be,
whit they wid want aw' lad's tae see.
An' as a lassy, tae ken aw' Lad's minds,
an' their wishes, fur their ain mind's, tae find.
An' dugs an' cats an' aw' wee creatures aw',
tae see their wundrous thoughts we've niver saw.
An' tae see through wee burdies eens,
beautiful fields below o' verdant green.
An' tae soar wae oor imagination free,
Tae see life's wunders, in aw degrees.
Tae feel , the sounds, and see the breeze,
an imagine the thoughts o' aw' the trees.
Fur oor minds tae feel like aw' the fluers,
tae be coloured aw' day an' at ivery 'our.
Banish Poverty wid a'ways be in oor minds,
nae wars tae poverish aw mankind.
Equal rights fur aw' creatures livin' oan this earth,
let oor imagination gei strife the wildest berth.
Aye , Imagine if aw' that an' aw that could be,
Nae sleekit thoughts o' oany degree.
Jist the power tae see hoo ithers see life,
Imagination tae banish, aw life's strife.
Imagine tae rid oorsels o' aw life's disease,
nae mair tae pay aw thay awsum fees.
An if we could imagine ithers point o' view,
nae need fur lawyers or the need tae sue.
Oh a wush in sum wee way,
aw' the wurld's folks kid be au-fait.
O 'the power o' imaginative thoughts,
an' fur those thoughts niver tae be bought.
See aw' ithers points o' view, fur free,
Ithers views, as we wid like them tae see.
Jist hoo wunnerful the wurld wid be fur us,
a gigantic, brammer, humungus plus.
A'ways, afore a lay ma heid doon tae sleep,
Imagine guid things an' fur ma soul tae keep.
Oh whit a brammer wundrous gif'
Imagination,----- jist imagine. ----- If.
The Auld Yin.
Portrait By Karen hull
http://www.redbubble.com/people/karenhull
Graphics by The Auld Yin, aka Alex Gardiner.
could we iver contemplate creation?
A gif' to have in oor ain mind's een,
without it, nuthin' wundrous wid be iver seen.
Rabbie."O wad some Power the giftie gie us to see oursels as ithers see us"!
Wid that no' be a wundrous plus?
Imagine if; oor een had that gif' tae see,
aw' whit in life ,we wid luve tae be.
As a lad, tae see aw' lass's ways,
tae see their mind's een an' be au-fait.
Tae ken whit they imagine life tae be,
whit they wid want aw' lad's tae see.
An' as a lassy, tae ken aw' Lad's minds,
an' their wishes, fur their ain mind's, tae find.
An' dugs an' cats an' aw' wee creatures aw',
tae see their wundrous thoughts we've niver saw.
An' tae see through wee burdies eens,
beautiful fields below o' verdant green.
An' tae soar wae oor imagination free,
Tae see life's wunders, in aw degrees.
Tae feel , the sounds, and see the breeze,
an imagine the thoughts o' aw' the trees.
Fur oor minds tae feel like aw' the fluers,
tae be coloured aw' day an' at ivery 'our.
Banish Poverty wid a'ways be in oor minds,
nae wars tae poverish aw mankind.
Equal rights fur aw' creatures livin' oan this earth,
let oor imagination gei strife the wildest berth.
Aye , Imagine if aw' that an' aw that could be,
Nae sleekit thoughts o' oany degree.
Jist the power tae see hoo ithers see life,
Imagination tae banish, aw life's strife.
Imagine tae rid oorsels o' aw life's disease,
nae mair tae pay aw thay awsum fees.
An if we could imagine ithers point o' view,
nae need fur lawyers or the need tae sue.
Oh a wush in sum wee way,
aw' the wurld's folks kid be au-fait.
O 'the power o' imaginative thoughts,
an' fur those thoughts niver tae be bought.
See aw' ithers points o' view, fur free,
Ithers views, as we wid like them tae see.
Jist hoo wunnerful the wurld wid be fur us,
a gigantic, brammer, humungus plus.
A'ways, afore a lay ma heid doon tae sleep,
Imagine guid things an' fur ma soul tae keep.
Oh whit a brammer wundrous gif'
Imagination,----- jist imagine. ----- If.
The Auld Yin.
Portrait By Karen hull
http://www.redbubble.com/people/karenhull
Graphics by The Auld Yin, aka Alex Gardiner.
Pax
Author Notes
Picture by www.wallcoo.net
I was in Springwood "Garden Centre NSW; come Gift shop" one day and was privileged to watch this little boy called Pax become amazed at what he saw through his beautiful innocent eyes.
The Auld Yin.
I see a beautiful child with wide wide eyes,
his awe is absolute and undisguised.
His eyes in seeing are truly amazed,
and innocent upon all he gazed.
The little boy sees wonder in simple things,
and to our own eyes joy doth bring,
Pax, Pax, Latin for peace, it is a fact.
short for Paxton but named --just Pax.
Into this place of plants and gifts,
a place; a shop; of joys to give a lift.
To lift our tired weary hearts,
maybe just; to put some joy in a shopping cart.
Pax sees wonders that we cannot see
in his unspoilt simple way, but with eyes full of glee.
We see; a statue on display: with owlish features,
imagine what Pax sees in this statute creature?
Alas we have lost that way to see,
with age we have paid that costly fee.
A fee costed by our aging ways,
paid dearly; by our tired and adult gaze.
We see things in our un-innocent ways,
we don’t use imagination in our visual play.
We see; just a plastic Owl per se,
of Pax’s imagination we are not au-fait.
His Nan pushing Pax along in his wee go car,
his eyes darting near and far,
Fishes - in an aquarium, darting here and there,
Pax’s eyes wide; finger pointing everywhere in his go chair.
Would it not be wonderful if we could see?
Life through Pax’s eyes that shine and glisten with glee.
Why are we so simplistic in our imaginations?
and not always see peace in God’s creations.
One wee boy called Pax discovering peace,
Peace of mind and joy for this little boy at least.
Mum and Dad; Nan and Pop; keep in mind,
And keep that innocence and encourage him to find.
To find joy and peace as he grows old,
don’t let his joy of discovery grow cold.
Look around, absorb, and take in through your eyes,
see the beauty, that calm; that surprise.
Keep that surprise fresh in your mind,
love all creatures of mankind.
Lie quiet; think before going to sleep,
pray for your soul, of joy and imagination, to keep.
To Pax this wee boy of peace,
too young to understand his own life’s niche.
So far in your short life Pax ; you have given great joy,
I dedicate this wee poem for you Pax; to employ.
Alex Gardiner.
Please visit my Studios at 1 Windabout Road Beechmont, Scenic Rim Qld.
Look for the signs; STUDIO OPEN. OR CALL 0416 o555 74
Or contact me at:
windana1@bigpond.com
Author Notes
Picture by www.wallcoo.net
I was in Springwood "Garden Centre NSW; come Gift shop" one day and was privileged to watch this little boy called Pax become amazed at what he saw through his beautiful innocent eyes.
The Auld Yin.
I see a beautiful child with wide wide eyes,
his awe is absolute and undisguised.
His eyes in seeing are truly amazed,
and innocent upon all he gazed.
The little boy sees wonder in simple things,
and to our own eyes joy doth bring,
Pax, Pax, Latin for peace, it is a fact.
short for Paxton but named --just Pax.
Into this place of plants and gifts,
a place; a shop; of joys to give a lift.
To lift our tired weary hearts,
maybe just; to put some joy in a shopping cart.
Pax sees wonders that we cannot see
in his unspoilt simple way, but with eyes full of glee.
We see; a statue on display: with owlish features,
imagine what Pax sees in this statute creature?
Alas we have lost that way to see,
with age we have paid that costly fee.
A fee costed by our aging ways,
paid dearly; by our tired and adult gaze.
We see things in our un-innocent ways,
we don’t use imagination in our visual play.
We see; just a plastic Owl per se,
of Pax’s imagination we are not au-fait.
His Nan pushing Pax along in his wee go car,
his eyes darting near and far,
Fishes - in an aquarium, darting here and there,
Pax’s eyes wide; finger pointing everywhere in his go chair.
Would it not be wonderful if we could see?
Life through Pax’s eyes that shine and glisten with glee.
Why are we so simplistic in our imaginations?
and not always see peace in God’s creations.
One wee boy called Pax discovering peace,
Peace of mind and joy for this little boy at least.
Mum and Dad; Nan and Pop; keep in mind,
And keep that innocence and encourage him to find.
To find joy and peace as he grows old,
don’t let his joy of discovery grow cold.
Look around, absorb, and take in through your eyes,
see the beauty, that calm; that surprise.
Keep that surprise fresh in your mind,
love all creatures of mankind.
Lie quiet; think before going to sleep,
pray for your soul, of joy and imagination, to keep.
To Pax this wee boy of peace,
too young to understand his own life’s niche.
So far in your short life Pax ; you have given great joy,
I dedicate this wee poem for you Pax; to employ.
Alex Gardiner.
Please visit my Studios at 1 Windabout Road Beechmont, Scenic Rim Qld.
Look for the signs; STUDIO OPEN. OR CALL 0416 o555 74
Or contact me at:
windana1@bigpond.com