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ramyb


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Re: The Tyger



I worked this design to almost completion several times, but felt each time that it was overdesigned. I ultimately decided to go for something simple but striking. Hope you guys enjoy the outcome

anemality


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Canis Major, a poem by Robert Frost. ...WHAT?

The great Overdog
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye
Gives a leap in the east.
He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.
I'm a poor underdog,
But to-night I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.

Really straightforward here, but I'm fighting exhaustion this week. The constellation isn't meant to be totally accurate, since the star wouldn't be in his eye-area, but I was trying to reflect the poem more than anything. This dog is also less majestic and more playful, but, DOGGY, so. COLOOOORRRRS. Four of them on navy. I could have also included Canis Minor, but... so tired. So tired.

Spiritgreen


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Re: A Little Victory - 'To a mouse'



Raiding the wheat shed, the tiniest of victories matter a whole lot to a mouse. ^__^

This is based on the work of Scotland's most famous poet Robbie Burns',"To a mouse".

Excerpt:
"I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it."


Close-up:


See a BIG VERSION of the shirt! This is six colors on brown.

Thanks for looking, please vote if you like this design.
---Spiritgreen

jasneko


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Re: I know why the caged bird sings



A portion of poem:

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.


shikausstan


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Re: Where The Sidewalk Ends



Shel Silverstein - Where the sidewalk ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Vote it, Love it, Comment on it...

jasneko


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Re: Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat



In the watches of the night he is always fresh and bright;
Every now and then he has a cup of tea
With perhaps a drop of Scotch while he's keeping on the watch,
Only stopping here and there to catch a flea.


alex138


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Re: Do not go gentle into that good night



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.


-Dylan Thomas

rasabi


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Re: The Writer



Based off of my favorite poem, "The Writer", by Richard Wilbur. The speaker uses sailing metaphors and imagery to describe his daughter's journey as a writer and as a person. Also there is a bird.

5 colors on navy.

meedox


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Re: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock



Inspired by this stanza of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" (1920) by T.S. Eliot:


Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.


wehealthy


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Re: Like A Rollingstone



Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

...

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Radscoolian


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Re: Where the Sidwalk Ends




There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

- Shel Silverstein

lyonscc


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Re: Namárië/Aldudénië (Tolkien)



This could actually be inspired by 3-5 poems from Tolkien's works.

The Aldudenie:

"A poem lamenting the death of the TwoTrees, composed by Elemmíre of the Vanyar," but never recorded.

This would be the most literal work to interpret from, but the Namarie is supposed to have echoed the lament of the Aldudenie as the fading of Lothlorien, which was said to he an heir of the light from one of the two trees, Laurelin, the younger of the two.

Namárië
by J. R. R. Tolkien

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
Mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
Omaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
Ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
Ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë
Ar sindanóriello caita mornië
I falmalinnar imbë met,
Ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar!
Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië!


Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
Long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
Of the sweet mead in lofty halls
Beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda
Wherein the stars tremble
In the voice of her song, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?

For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the stars,
From Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds
And all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
And out of a grey country darkness lies
On the foaming waves between us,
And mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those of the East is Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar!
Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!

collinvh


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Re: Roses Are Red



and the violets are blue.

meedox


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Re: The Writer



Wow. Your colors choices are bold and gorgeous!

aerc712


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Re: Quote the Raven



love it

rogue8402


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Re: Where The Sidewalk Ends



Yes! Must have! <3

ChronoSquall14


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Re: Humpty's End



This makes me think of a recent article that asked why everyone assumes Humpty Dumpty is an egg. I mean, he's portrayed that way, but it's never really said in the poem, is it?

tjschaeffer


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Re: Falling Up



In honor of Uncle Shelby

Falling Up:

I tripped on my shoelace
And I fell up—
Up to the roof tops,
Up over the town,
Up past the tree tops,
Up over the mountains,
Up where the colors
Blend into the sounds.
But it got me so dizzy
When I looked around,
I got sick to my stomach
And I threw down.

schlady


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Re: Forbidden Fruit



I took a deeper poem and simplified its romantic yet wistful serious tones into a classic image of forbidden fruit. Two colors on red. Enjoy!

"Forbidden Fruit"
by Michael Lally

all the forbidden fruit I ever
dreamt of--or was taught to
resist and fear--ripens and
blossoms under the palms of my
hands as they uncover and explore
you--and in the most secret
corners of my heart as it discovers
and adores you--the forbidden fruit
of forgiveness--the forbidden fruit
of finally feeling the happiness
you were afraid you didn't deserve--
the forbidden fruit of my life's labor
--the just payment I have avoided
since my father taught me how--
the forbidden fruit of the secret
language of our survivors' souls as
they unfold each others secret
ballots--the ones where we voted
for our first secret desires to come
true--there's so much more
I want to say to you--but for
the first time in my life I'm at
a loss for words--because
(I understand at last)
I don't need them
to be heard by you.

"Way to leave room for the rest of us, John."

zaxalan


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ramyb wrote:I worked this design to almost completion several times, but felt each time that it was overdesigned. I ultimately decided to go for something simple but striking. Hope you guys enjoy the outcome



Love William Blake!

schlady


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Re: Cobalt



"Cobalt"
by Rolf Jacobsen

Colors are words’ little sisters. They can’t become soldiers.
I’ve loved them secretly for a long time.
They have to stay home and hang up the sheer curtains
in our ordinary bedroom, kitchen, and alcove.

I’m very close to young Crimson, and brown Sienna,
But even closer to thoughtful Cobalt with her distant eyes and
untrampled spirit.
We walk in dew.
The night sky and the southern oceans
are her possessions.
and a tear-shaped pendant on her forehead:
the pearls of Cassiopeia.
We walk in dew on late nights.

But the others.
Meet them on a June morning at four o’ clock
When they come rushing toward you,
On your way to a morning swim in the green cove’s spray.
Then you can sunbathe with them on the smooth rocks.
Which one will you make yours?

"Way to leave room for the rest of us, John."

cynic11


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Re: April Rain Song, Langston Hughes



April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.


-Langston Hughes

Radscoolian


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Re: A Little Victory - 'To a mouse'



brilliant coloring, spirit! I love the blue of the mouse against and the woven background.

MissRebeccaF


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Re: I know why the caged bird sings



Wonderful! I love the colors.

wallyrus


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Re: Namárië/Aldudénië (Tolkien)



Oooooh! They glow, just like they're supposed to!

GMV +1

Spiritgreen


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Re: The Writer



EPIC. o_O

anemality


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This is so sweet. I love it. :> The colors are so warm.

toby8915


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Re: A Nauseous Nocturne



A Nauseous Nocturne
Another night deprived of slumber,
Hours passing without number,
My eye trace 'round the room. I lay

Dripping sweat and now quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops upon my life's short precious play.

From the darkness, by the closet
Comes a noise, much like a faucet
Makes: a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound.

It seems some ill-proportioned beast,
Anticipating me deceased,
Is drooling poison puddles on the ground..

A can of mace, a forty-five,
Is all I'd need to stay alive,
But no weapon lies within my sight.

Oh my gosh! A shadow's creeping,
Ominous ans black, it's seeping
Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light!

Suddenly a floorboard creak
Anounces the bloodsucking freak
Is here to steal my future years away!
A sulf'rous smell now fills the room
Heralding my imm'nent doom!
A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray!

Oh, blood-red eyes a tentacles!
Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!
Mucus-oozing porses and frightful claws!

Worse, in terms of outright scariness,
Are the suckers multifarious
That grab and force you in its mighty jaws!
This disgusting aberration
Of nature needs no motivation
To devour helpless children in their beds.
Relishing despairing moans,
It chews kids up and sucks their bones,
And disolves inside its mouth their li'l heads!

I know this 'cause I read it not
Two hours ago and then I got
The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes.

My parents swore upon their honor
That I was safe, and not a goner.
I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes.

In the morning, they'll come in
And say, "What was that awful din
We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!"

Only then will they surmise
The gruesomeness of my demise
And see that my remains are in a heap.

Dad will look at Mom and say,
"Too bad he had to go that way."
And Mom will look at Dad and nod assent.

Mom will add, "Still, it's fitting,
That as he was this world quiting,
He should leave another mess before he went."
They may not miss me first, I know.
They will miss me later, though,
And perhaps admit that they were wrong.
As memories of me grow dim,
They'll say, "We were too strict with him.
We should have listened to him all along."

As speedily my end approaches,
I bid a final "buenas noches"
To my best friend in the world.
Gently snoring, whiskers seeming
To sniff at smells (he must be dreaming),
He lies snuggled in the blackets curled.

HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN!
YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?!
Suddenly the monster knows I'm not alone!

There's an animal in bed with me!
an awful beast he did not see!
The monster never would've come if he had know!

The monster, in his confernation,
Demonstrates defenestration,
And runs and runs and runs and runs away.

Rid of the pest,
I now can rest,
Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day.
©1989 Bill Watterson

perdita00


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Re: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud



I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud - by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Here's a close-up

Spiritgreen


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Re: Quote the Raven



Haha, darn you're good at this funny shirt designing business. :D

Keep it up Rad! This is awesome.

colinlepper


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Re: 10 000 stars - e.e. cummings



Based off the line, I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance. - e.e. cummings

I think the poem this is from has no title... for the life of me I couldn't find one.

elinox


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Re: How Doth the Little Crocodile



"How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!" -Lewis Carroll

I don't know why the design appears fuzzy, but the original design I submitted is most definitely not!

Thanks for voting!

"You're the best kind of crazy." -Murphy

omarfeliciano


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Re: Fire and Ice - Robert Frost



Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

by Robert Frost


6 colors (and halftones) in black
Details:





ChronoSquall14


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Re: the raven and the fox



Such a distinctive art style. This is another very well-done shirt. Good luck!

kharmazero


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Re: the raven and the fox



you could see some details here!

expo01


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Re: Song At Sunset




A poem by Walt Whitman, hope you like it. Thanks!

benjaminleebates


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Re: Quote the Raven



I love it! So terrible, it's awesome!
Nice execution, too! +1

ldokiernan


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Re: Fire and Ice - Robert Frost



well, fertilizer...

kharmazero


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ChronoSquall14 wrote:Such a distinctive art style. This is another very well-done shirt. Good luck!


thanks a lot ;)))