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BGL, India’s I want to paint

I want to paint-

The stunning sun on a beautiful summers sunset slowly going down and the dark night rising,

I want to paint-

An amazing whale jumping over millions of giant boats sailing on the clear sky blue seas, on dark starry nights,

I want to paint the experience of-

Kicking a football in the giant Liverpool stadium as the intensity starts rising in the pulsating pressure dome,

I want to paint-

A butterfly flapping its wings on the river rocks listening to the stream flow as hard as it ever has done before,

I want to paint-

My cat Coco scratching the bright red walls of my garage, making the most dreadful sound there is in the world,

The distance of the poem

Distance of the poem
I want to paint the smell of diesel hanging in the air after a V10 McLaren DB sport sprints down the M6 as fast as Usain Bolt.
I want to paint the taste of a long missed chicken tikka masala from f2go on the corner of Alder Drive.
I want to paint the sound of the jubilant party crowds streaming through like a parade as England finally lift the glorious world cup after a long 56 year wait.
I want to paint the happiness of a baby dolphin playing excitedly in the warm Carabine sea as the day melts into night.
I want to paint the Eifel Tower towering, tall as the snow and frost nibble at it’s stilts.
I want to paint a stormy blue V8 Lamborghini hurricane racing into a orangey, red sunset in the Italian Rivera.
I want to paint the taste of a double chocolate glazed doughnut with sprinkles from spar across from the barbers and the chemist.
I want to paint the beauty of Raphael’s school of Athens masterpiece.
I want to paint the distance of the apple falling from the ground when Isaac Newton discovered gravity.
I want the paint a zealous zebra sprinting like a SSC Tuatara in the Savanna woodlands.
I want to paint the future of when I first see my children take their first steps.
I want to paint the impossibility of gravity on the moon.
I want to paint the lushes green grass on the mount Snowdon.
I want to paint the distance of the start and end of this poem.
Distance of the poem
I want to paint the smell of diesel hanging in the air after a V10 McLaren DB sport sprints down the M6 as fast as Usain Bolt.
I want to paint the taste of a long missed chicken tikka masala from f2go on the corner of Alder Drive.
I want to paint the sound of the jubilant party crowds streaming through like a parade as England finally lift the glorious world cup after a long 56 year wait.
I want to paint the happiness of a baby dolphin playing excitedly in the warm Carabine sea as the day melts into night.
I want to paint the Eifel Tower towering, tall as the snow and frost nibble at it’s stilts.
I want to paint a stormy blue V8 Lamborghini hurricane racing into a orangey, red sunset in the Italian Rivera.
I want to paint the taste of a double chocolate glazed doughnut with sprinkles from spar across from the barbers and the chemist.
I want to paint the beauty of Raphael’s school of Athens masterpiece.
I want to paint the distance of the apple falling from the ground when Isaac Newton discovered gravity.
I want the paint a zealous zebra sprinting like a SSC Tuatara in the Savanna woodlands.
I want to paint the future of when I first see my children take their first steps.
I want to paint the impossibility of gravity on the moon.
I want to paint the lushes green grass on the mount Snowdon.
I want to paint the distance of the start and end of this poem.
Distance of the poem
I want to paint the smell of diesel hanging in the air after a V10 McLaren DB sport sprints down the M6 as fast as Usain Bolt.
I want to paint the taste of a long missed chicken tikka masala from f2go on the corner of Alder Drive.
I want to paint the sound of the jubilant party crowds streaming through like a parade as England finally lift the glorious world cup after a long 56 year wait.
I want to paint the happiness of a baby dolphin playing excitedly in the warm Carabine sea as the day melts into night.
I want to paint the Eifel Tower towering, tall as the snow and frost nibble at it’s stilts.
I want to paint a stormy blue V8 Lamborghini hurricane racing into a orangey, red sunset in the Italian Rivera.
I want to paint the taste of a double chocolate glazed doughnut with sprinkles from spar across from the barbers and the chemist.
I want to paint the beauty of Raphael’s school of Athens masterpiece.
I want to paint the distance of the apple falling from the ground when Isaac Newton discovered gravity.
I want the paint a zealous zebra sprinting like a SSC Tuatara in the Savanna woodlands.
I want to paint the future of when I first see my children take their first steps.
I want to paint the impossibility of gravity on the moon.
I want to paint the lushes green grass on the mount Snowdon.
I want to paint the distance of the start and end of this poem

Lucy’s I want to paint poem

Lucy’s I want to paint poem

I want to draw…

The smell of old dust waiting patiently on an ancient jewellery, box getting ready to reveal the jewels and necklaces.

I want to hear…

The sound of an old creaky music box playing slowly in an eerie, scary bedroom waiting nicely to be turned off.

I want to feel…

The memory of my Grandmas freezing bony hands holding mine in the night sky.

I want to paint the impossibility of…

Painting an accurate painting of Mona Lisa and it going up in a beautiful museum that everyone goes to.

I want to paint the long distance…

Between mercury and Neptune floating together slowly

I want to paint the taste of…

A delicious burger with ketchup squirting out in to somebody’s mouth.

I want to paint …

The distance of the end and the start of this poem

 

The Mighty Jungle

I want to paint-

a zealous zebra speedily sprinting as fast as lightning striking in a dark , ominous thunderstorm,

an animal scuttling frantically through the Amazon Rainforest,

a determined daffodil break-dancing as the wind dares to fidget.

I want to paint-

the smell of smoke spreading in the crisp, November air,   the taste of a gooey, toasted marshmallow entering my mouth,  the sound of a deafening silence descending like a blanket in the middle of a deep, dark night.

I want to paint-

an encyclopaedia of missed moments,   the memory of the Benin, brass being casted by the amazing artists,  the impossibility of a koala fiercely flying through the majestic milky-way.

I want to paint the distance between the start and the end of this poem.

BGL – Jaz’s I Want To Paint

BGL – Jaz’s I Want To Paint…

I want to paint, the memory of an amazingly, extra-ordinary nuclear World War 2 bomb soaring through the air. –

I want to paint, an evil lab trembling the ground for millions of miles around, with experiments, good or bad? –

I want to paint, the distance between me and a roughly, rumbling mineshaft beginning to collapse. –

I want to paint, the view of the city of the future, floating gently in the sky. –

I want to paint, the nasty, old smell of somebody’s doomsday bunker. –

I want to paint the impossibility of somewhere where everyone in the whole world is safe. –

I want to paint the sound of a fancy red car from the 90’s with its engine revving. –

Painting the weather.

I want to paint the wild, whooshing wind drifting across the Atlantic Ocean, in the light of the midnight sky.
I want to paint the rain running down from the clouds like Usain Bolt going for gold.
I want to paint the soft, sparkling snow carefully covering Lords cricket ground like bubble wrap protecting The Mona Lisa.
I want to paint the sun shining down over Africa whilst the zebras and elephants drink from the crystal clear water of the rushing river.

Summer

I want to paint…

the impossibility of a swan swimming through the galaxy, snowflakes as frail as rose petals sprinkling like frosting on a cake, a flower of hopes and wishes blooming in the summer morning.

 

I want to paint…

the sound of screeching birds as they swoosh through Sherwood forest , a beetle racing for shelter as the Emperor Eagle swoops in, a spotty, dotty ladybug bracing for take off from the forest floor.

I want to paint…

the smell of tasty, fresh waffles as I walk down my creaky staircase, the loud barking of my scruffy pup as she longs for attention, the feeling of my soft bed as I struggle to get out of it.

I want to paint the distance between the start and end of this poem…

Strawberry Frappuccino

I want to paint the taste of a rich Lindor chocolate slowly melting on my tongue,

I want to paint the impossibility of pigs flying majestically  across the galactic Milky way,

I want to paint the screeching sound of a maple and mahogany violin being played in the wrong man’s hands,

I want to paint the distance between my lips and my coffee cup filled with a Strawberry Frappuccino from Starbucks,

I want to paint the smell of succulent sausages sizzling on my brick, black barbecue,

I want to paint the end of this poem…

Strawberry Frappuccino

I want to paint the taste of a rich Lindor chocolate slowly melting on my tongue,

I want to paint the impossibility of pigs flying majestically  across the galactic Milky way,

I want to paint the screeching sound of a maple and mahogany violin being played in the wrong man’s hands,

I want to paint the distance between my lips and my coffee cup filled with a Strawberry Frappuccino from Starbucks,

I want to paint the smell of succulent sausages sizzling on my brick, black barbecue,

I want to paint the end of this poem…

Strawberry Frappuccino

I want to paint the taste of a rich Lindor chocolate slowly melting on my tongue,

I want to paint the impossibility of pigs flying majestically  across the galactic Milky way,

I want to paint the screeching sound of a maple and mahogany violin being played in the wrong man’s hands,

I want to paint the distance between my lips and my coffee cup filled with a Strawberry Frappuccino from Starbucks,

I want to paint the smell of succulent sausages sizzling on my brick, black barbecue,

I want to paint the end of this poem…