Sunday, November 19, 2017

Artistic Nude with message-Muslims not allowed.

If you are under the age of 18...please leave. This message is not for you! 

If you are a Muslim Male viewing this then you know you are committing desolation of your soul. You and all your kind can go to hell where your woman beating souls belong. 
To all, you woman beaters out there...Fuck you too. 

Here are my front side and my backside. My husband William J. Lands is the photographer and artist. I hope more women follow suit. Thank you. Sincerely...Donna Rae Lands- age 56 years old!!!!! Fuck you too Playboy!



The back side... 




Monday, November 13, 2017

Roaming Catfish

This is my hand in trying to write rap type. I suck at first...but I will get better. It is not based on anybody but just a figment of this writers head.


Roaming Catfish Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands

Catfish, catfish, how do you roam...so far from home? When leave your castle rock dome made out of brick and mortar stone?
You float from here to there... in the air...searching your prey to scare...seeking only the super rare...
A mighty wish set upon a rotten dish...thought it was filet mignon...turned out to be nothing but a roaming rotten catfish.

Tommy, Tommy...peep, peep...
Am I the one, the only, the only one you seek?
No way...you're the roaming catfish...
The smoking and toking rotten catfish...No way...You frightened all the ladies away.

I must profess and I must confess... the roaming catfish made quite the mess...
One can say or pray for this very day or every other day...
Raindrops and flowery props... planting the lonely and only seeds of his misdeeds
Whose hearts were stolen by his gay... his sway...his charming... jumping and pumping... gangster... taser ways...

Tommy, Tommy...peep, peep...
Am I the one, the only one, the only one you seek?
No way...you're the roaming catfish...
The smoking and toking catfish ...No way...You frightened all the lovely ladies away.

Tis about the roaming catfish floating underneath the cloudy creek.
You talk the talk...You fake the walk of walk...written with your infamous lazy copy poppycock...
It was not my memaw in the rocking chair...it was my ma'am ma in the chair who stroked my hair...and you never did play fair!

Tommy, Tommy...peep, peep...
Am I the one, the only one, the only one you seek?
No way...you're the roaming catfish...
The smoking and toking catfish...No way...You frightened all the poor ladies away.

Slamming rocking bam- bam...
All in the beat of the rock and roll ...the rocking of the soul...
Hawking and stalking...slam- slam...ogling at her while he does his bam -bam...

Tommy, Tommy...peep, peep...
Am I the one, the only one, the only one you seek?
No way...you're the roaming catfish...
The smoking and toking catfish...No way...You frightened all the poor ladies away.

What a star...smoking his cigar...Hmm...not at all manly man...even from afar...
Tis the bold man eating his dirty dutch french fry stew...
Slamming, damning, bossing, tossing...his whole rocking crew...and if he only knew...

Tommy, Tommy...peep, peep...
Am I the one, the only one, the only one you seek?
No way...you're the roaming catfish...
The smoking and toking catfish...No way...You frightened all the poor ladies away.







Sunday, November 12, 2017

Little Tree


Little Tree Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands

Little tree, speckle tree...do you see... do you see...the scarlet destiny...the purple peasantry in me.
Do you see my speckled little tree...
Do you see, do you see, what you did to me...

A game of shame...
Done in the pouring rain...
Little tree, Little tree...do you see... do you see...the scarlet destiny...the purple peasantry in me.

Seeking out this crying dame...trapped in her chamber of pain...
No light in sight...Just a glimmer and a shimmer...of her dying fright...
Do you see, do you see, what you did to me...

Carve her up...shake her down...
Toss her heart...toss her soul...down the hill of  Jack and Jill...all for the thrill to wrap, trap and seal his... golden kill.
Little tree, Little tree...do you see... do you see...the scarlet destiny...the purple peasantry in me.

She is just another golden trophy for his liar's den...Another notch for the hunter's manly man of sin...
A token and a favor to seize...to release his cheese...up, up and away if you please...
Do you see, do you see, what you did to me...

When the day is done...and nobody won in this game of scarlet fun...
She had all to lose, yet you refused...to ever be true...to her heart of blue.
Little tree, Little tree...do you see... do you see...the scarlet destiny...the purple peasantry in me.
Do you see, do you see, what you did to me...



Thursday, November 9, 2017

Blue Side of the Mountain

Blue Side of the Mountain: Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands

What matters on the blue side of the mountain...
Is finding the rainbow of diamonds... in love's glorious fountain...
The sparkling essence lights up my heart in a shimmering hue...
And the blue side of the mountain shall never be skewed...Amen...
Tis a destiny of fire rekindled and renewed...Amen...Amen...again and again...
Is it chitter chatter or that which does not matter?
I just know the sun is shining in waves of blue skies...
Like the glimmering diamonds... of your loving kind blue eyes...
My husband, my love from above-always truly my love...




Saturday, November 4, 2017

Color Poem

My angel daughter wrote this poem when she was a little girl. I just received her things one year later after her murder from my son outlaw. Bless him for that kind action. This is written by an angel...

Black was written by Jean Nichole Gardner (Morfin) Ⓒ by Donna Rae Lands (her heartbroken and saddened mama)

Black by (DRL)

Black is the crayon that lights up the sky...
It is the bottom of the sea...
You see, it is everywhere...
It is on the black rose that I see...

Black is the dirt under the grass...
It is the cloth that I see...
Under the black guilt...
It hung on the wall...

Limerick written by an Angel

My daughter Jean Nichole Morfin wrote this limerick when she was a little girl. I just received things from my son outlaw... finally. It is like gifts from heaven for me ...just a year late.  She named it Limerick. Haha. How does one put a copyright on words of an angel?

Limerick Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands in honor of the writer her daughter Jean Nichole Morfin.

A certain woman named Hobbey. (She misspelled it)
Walked her dog in the mall lobby.
As the westerner said, "Hi".
But why... do you walk your dog in the mall?
She replied, "But you see it's my Bobby."

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Last Place

I did not work on my writing today. Oh well, but I did write a poem.

Last Place ⒸDonna Rae Lands

The famous and the infamous...high upon their mountaintop...
Wandering in glory...singing rivers of songs that never stop...
All have tears...all have fears...
Just like us...
They too are destined to travel...
This musty road that leads to dust to dust...
Rythm and blues are not exclusive to just one...
Happiness is for all...
Not just for the fortunate daughter and son...
Those that are many are a lot...
Those that are few...are not...
Pure love is that of faith, charity, hope, and grace...
Life at the finish line is a one-horse race...
Concerning death though...Tis better to be last than to be in first place.

Monday, October 30, 2017

The healing of one


The healing of one Ⓒ Donna Lands

What is infinity to the power of thy one...when all thy work is completed and all is won?
Ah...still hope in the beginning of where the one begins-always one to the power of the infinite-glorious Omega one.
The healing begins when you have been torn down...
Love grows to heal thy majestic crown...
I was in the garden of mine tears...
I was addressing mine demons...
Standing against all mine fears...
What is infinity to the power of thy one...when all thy work is completed and all is won?
Ah...still hope in the beginning of where the one begins-always one to the power of the infinite glorious-Omega one.
The mirrors of their souls...
Reveal and seal what we already all know...
Still facing all those darling dears...
No worry or care about mine terrifying years...
What is infinity to the power of thy one...when all thy work is completed and all is won?
Ah...still hope in the beginning of where the one begins-always one to the power of the infinite glorious one.
Be happy. Be good...
Be clear...Be concise...
Don't be misunderstood...
Show kindness...Be forever always nice...
The smiles and cheers brighten everybody's day...
Always show the love in every single way...
What is infinity to the power of thy one...when all thy work is completed and all is won?
Ah...still hope in the beginning of where the one begins-always one to the power of the infinite glorious one.
Be honest, have faith...show dignity and grace...
Angels Spirits are light as a feather...
No strings-no tether...yet all stitched together.
Their love...Beholding you...As their halos of wings...and glorious things...
 What is infinity to the power of thy one...when all thy work is completed and all is won?
Ah...still hope in the beginning of where the one begins always one to the power of the infinite glorious-Omega one.
Truly signs and designs of their guardianship dues for you...
Well...fear no tether...for their love is stronger than Jupiter's weather...
 What is infinity to the power of thy one...when all thy work is completed and all is won?
Ah...still hope in the beginning of where the one begins-always one to the power of the infinite glorious-Omega one.

Friday, October 27, 2017

The song

The Song Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands

Today is my baby's birthday|| I am blessed and honored in every way||She taught me, the meaning of love...Her spirit flies in heavenly skies above||She was mine first of my everything.||I have only praises I want to sing|| I was going to write the song of something gone so very wrong||That way mine glorious angels could sing along||I know and feel mine angels smile.||Their love always reaching their never-ending miles.||Fools, tis the world... for they do not see...What it is... that I see in thee.||They in the realm surely know my mama loving soul.|| I worry and pray every day...hoping they find the wisdom of know.||Yes, yes, yes the moment of now is the only urgency. ||I plead and weep in the garden of my loving destiny.|| I know the slaughtered sheep led to death.||Taken and shaken before her last baby's breath.||....To be continued_______

Monday, October 23, 2017

The Realm-Done

The Realm Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands

The illusion of this evolving plane...
Tis a dimensional sphere with nothing to fear...
But keeping us centered, wise, and mostly sane...
Merging energy with its magical lights...
We are wandering amongst these amazing sites...
Above...wrapped in love...watching the thunder rolls...
Always, always captivating...captivating our very... immortal souls...
Two bodies walking hand in hand on this placid wilderness road...
Rushing as wavelengths upon our intense... unspoken code...
That we...and only we know.
Oh, bless, oh bless...of what is to become...
The adding of our halves to become the sum of the power of one...that we have always been...
You my husband whom I met when I was only ten...
You and I enjoined forever...to never part again.



Friday, October 20, 2017

The knoll

On a knoll in the field of my soul...I felt the ease of peace freeing this spiritual roll...I smell the red rose...as the lily love story goes...Ah...how silly of the solitude lily...Observing the clearer view...she leaves the stage as her darling cue...back to peace and solitude.

Artistic Nude with message-Muslims not allowed.

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