Daniel Clarke Art

Perfection exists in the form of blue eyes two arm thick waists and Malibu skies Perfection exists in thick sultry words free of fallacy too undeterred What is good? Wha...

In our courtyard small garden of so many flowers Are the plants in competition with each other? Oleander, different kinds of hibiscus, bougainvillea White Jasminum sambac and red ...

Napa Vista no. 30 More than 400 wineries dot the fertile soils of Napa Valley, one of the world’s premier wine regions and famous for its prized Cabernet Sauvignon. Stroll throu...

The Coast Road stretches south The somber cover of high fog cleared off at eventide and from the south the helicopter gunship came in staccato, growing sound up the coast, explo...

Every now and then I visit the park It's beautiful in autumn As if spring sleeps on the ground But then there my lover is Wearing her summer smile Dancing in the autumn breeze ...

Not only the cultivated ones in parks and gardens, unfolding immaculate petals on a terrace or trellis, and not just the wild ones, kissed by elegant birds in jungle foliage, or ...

On this little pool where the sunbeams lie, This tawny gold ring where the shadows die, God doth enamel the blue of His sky. Through the scented dark when the night wind sighs, ...

Mission San Juan Capistrano The iron bells sleep, and the trickling fountain softly murmurs prayers. The gilded church sits in the desert, an oasis of spiritual liqueur. I...

Historically speaking, The Original Los Angeles Flower Market has a proud heritage and family history that span nearly an entire century. Inspired by the success of local Japanese-American growers who had established the city's first major flower market in 1912 (the Southern California Flower...

Griffith Observatory is a facility in Los Angeles, California, sitting on the south-facing slope of Mount Hollywood in Los Angeles' Griffith Park. It commands a view of the Los Angel...

ADRIFT! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town? So sailors say, on yesterday, 5 Just as the ...

'Happiness is.... Walking the streets of Paris & breathing in the magical scents of the boulangeries on the winter air.' I replied 'Happiness is.... Walking in ...

The city of Florence lies in the historic valley of Tuscany , Along the banks of the Arno river, surrounded by hills of scenic beauty ! Here during the first century BC , the conquering Romans established their ‘Colonia Florentina’, To settle the war veterans of Caesar’s army in Northern Italia ! But later after the fall of Rome...

Aren't we all one-day butterflies, not aware of time. Searching for partners or honey until Death kisses us. Then in his arms, tenderly rocked, waiting for a new chance to fly ...

A huge diamond necklace in jewel store adorns the heavens’ bespangled attire; yet lest I’m thought reckless with metaphor, if into this ep...

Situated just two hours north of Los Angeles, four hours from the Silicon Valley, and only 30 minutes from Santa Barbara lies the Santa Ynez Valley. On arri...

The dreamed Christmas, flakes shaken out of silences so far and starry we can't sleep for listening for papery rustles out there in the night and wake to find our ceiling glimmering, the day a psaltery of light. So we're out over the snow fields before it's all seen off with a salt-lick of Atlantic air, then home at dusk, snow-blind from following chains of fox and crow and hare, to a fire, a roasting bird, a ringing phone, and voices wondering where we are. A day foretold by images of glassy pond, peasant and snowy roof over the holy child iconed in gold. Or women shawled...

The golden light becomes stronger as it shows the silhouettes of orange rock in the dried landscape. Lines formed from endless winds begin to form and the first rays beam across t...

Philippines Environs She was broken up Into seven thousand One hundred seven pieces Of unproportionate sizes Mother Nature compensated her With the longest coastline In the whole world The deepest point On the planet That man can ever dive And the most biologically diverse Waters of Mother Earth More diverse than the clouds And stars above. She is as pure And beautiful As the Mother Pearl Lying in the heart Of the Orient Seas Her beauty captivated millions They want her Keep her As their very own. But her beauty Has its own curse Nature puts her On fire On the edges Of the largest ocean on Earth In the Pacific Ring Of Fire. She is as just big As the Mini Mouse Compared with the Giant Panda Its breadth and dimension Have been laid down Since time immemorial In accordance with the laws of men and God Anchored by the values Of equality and respect. Her territorial jurisdiction Is just enough for her children to settle And divide among themselves Yet super powers Of different colors want Her bluest seas Her whitest shores Her longest coastline Her deepest waters Her volcano which peak Claims the sky with the Most perfect cone in the whole world And the Philippine Eagle...

Mount Hood is a potentially active stratovolcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc. It was formed by a subduction zone on the Pacific coast and rests in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. It is located about 50 miles (80 km) east-southeast of Portland, on the border between Clackamas and Hood River...

On the beach, Sunday afternoon I applaud you, my homeland .. . this Golden State! From Coronado Island... to the Golden Gate We live on the edge of a continent... With masses of land that stretch out to the sea One can lie on the beach . .. and drink in the breeze Our glorious coastline, the Central Valley...

Son of the old Moon-mountains African! Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while A desert fills our seeing's inward span: Nurse of swart nati...

Sedona Cathedral consciousness conceived as complex matrices patterns contained within patterns. magnetic anomaly brainwave synchronization unrecognized vortex activity locatio...

In the dead of night when silence reigns Among dancing flames his kind face smiles Lily white beard circling chin, eyes so deep Love’s warmth defies iciness of death That chill...

n the sea at the end of the west Curves of orange vermillion Mathematical perfection with the sunset It leaps, it vaults over: Like an arrow straight it flies Out of the fog - sky bridge Like a flowing golden gown...

The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in ...

Walking in the high desert, My heart was ever at ease. Whether in the noon day sun, Or in the evening breeze. My wonder never ceased. The burning sands around me, And God ...

After a cool spring rain near Palm Springs the California landscape looks so inviting full of flowers desert joy and impressionism blissfulness :: Painting :: Impressionist :: This p...

If you looked into my window I wonder if you could see History unfold from the depth of my soul Like an ocean the bottom runs deep. If you took a piece of my heart, I wo...

I feel so bad I got a worried mind I'm so lonesome all the time Since I left my baby behind On Blue Bayou Saving nickles, saving dimes Working til the sun don't shine Looking f...

A STRETCH of lawn as smooth as happiness, And tender green withal, and dappled o'er With shadows that the birches throw, unless A maple here and there throws shadows more. Beyond...

My heart is poinsettia red, You have filled it with Your own dear blood, My love in return to all others spread, None do You exclude, tho you could. Our efforts to give wax s...

Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown bee buries deep its head, When still the dawn's a silver sea of light. ...

Summer by The Serpentine, Walking wide and lonely forking trails Passing summer games with unknown names With flags flying tied to stirring trees, Fifty stars and stripes ridin...

Ocean breeze on my face, What a wonderful place. The ocean and air, The birds with no cares. It is a day to remember, So fine, So divine. My mind is so calm, ...

The canal stream is made of glass and only birds break the water edge to pose as though painted. My ticket is for the Chinese junk screened by bending mulberry trees on t...

Cherry blossoms on the tree, Their scent of sweetness is divine. There are grapes and berries in the woods, Springing forth upon their vines. To pick and taste their sweetnes...

Maybe it was just for this that God pulled water from dry land: to rescue hoodoo after hoodoo. That’s what they’re called— a bastardization of voodoo— these unrepeatabl...

If you see Catalina please w'ld you tell her That a second without her is a Thousand years It may be a minute down but it seems too far Enough for a man to go pleading for prayers...

Bend if you can to the dark sea forgetting the flute's sound on naked feet that trod your sleep in the other, the sunken life. Write if you can on your last shell the day the place t...

In old Palm Springs, north, just beyond the charming attempts at glamour, trunks of big palm trees look like elephants' legs: parched, dermatological checked, and weary. The Ear...

I behold you as the solitary flower On the ends of a branch-let Ah, your fragrance travels miles Gratifying even the dull insects! You are a naive pinnate white Dazzle in yo...

I HAVE been happy two weeks together, My love is coming home to me, Gold and silver is the weather And smooth as lapis is the sea. The earth has turned its brown to green After ...

Appian Way all roads lead to Rome. Your walls have crumbled down to dust Your memory's in decay While time records your earthly lust with statues by the way Fragmented piece...

On a rim-ledge of Bryce Canyon Beauty lives again Far from cries cacophonous And the woes of men. Color in a sweep of sound and Inarticulate, Raises spired against mankind ...

I sing of a River dammed, dumped, pumped and diverted; I sing of a River they almost murdered. I sing of a River the people forgot, I sing of a River that flows from the rocks… ...

Sing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves. Breathe on me your spicy scents that flow within your breeze. Dance with me, Autumn, your waltz that bends the boughs of tree...

Tranquility, one does not find on modern Waikiki One only imagines what use to be Tall hotels and shops dot every space Serving the millions who come to this place. The beach...

A long array of cherry blossoms marching in the daylight are shimmering in white, pink and fuchsia. And as they pass through where I stand, they stop: To caress my open pal...

It's winter in Wisconsin And the gentle breezes blow Seventy miles an hour At twenty-five below. Oh, how I love Wisconsin When the snow's up to your butt You take a breath of w...

I'm stuck in Arizona All the leaves are brown, California dreaming, Malibu back woods trail with an amazing bridge! I lie about being in love with that Arizona sun ...

In afternoon play of light and shadow across the canyon, the pale-green flush of early grass, muted blue of new grown sage, and yellow flash of balsamroot are scrutinized...

A rose can say I love you and want you to be mine, A rose can say I thank you for being so very kind, A rose can say congratulations, whatever the occasion may be, A rose can say ...

Sand, Surf, Rocks, Laguna Laguna Beach longing Laguna Beach, I’m longing for highways that fade to sandy sidewalks and sunlight pouring down like golden rain in metallic hues of bronze and copper on skin softened by sea breeze and saltwater waves edged with lace-fine foam and artists who capture it all hanging above time-worn leather or galleries with auras of glass prisms and silver chrome vignettes of gas stations and traffic and crowded ocean side scenes suspended in time As the sun sets I walk by the beach I notice all the vacant bonfires Then I turn and face the ocean Watching...

Summer skies above the cliffs teem with birds hang gliding in the air currents; it is a place where one can breathe. Breathing fresh ocean air without a care in the world, we a...

Bumblebee, Bumblebee Nectar pollen and wiggle-dance, Tear off the shirt and pants, Without it I’m incomplete, Rotting in self-defeat, Awashed in a wild sea, Bumblebee, Bu...

Behind the California houses lies backyards that gleam with flowers plants and used cars. Watercolor is my name and the backyards are my game! SoCal Backyard :: Painting :: Impre...

On one cloudy day I found you in a pond. The murky waters shimmered from the inklings of light that crept through the clouds. As I inched closer and closer To the pond Y...

I think, Lorraine, it was the rain gently pattering upon my pane creating rhythm in my sleeping brain encouraging chaos bordering insane I blamed it ,Lorraine, on the falling rai...

Portland Waterfront Blossoms I went down to mingle my breath with the breath of the cherry blossoms. There were photographers: Mothers arranging their children against gn...