Gilded elegance before the fall — The Edwardians: Age of Elegance at The King’s Gallery unveils royal opulence, artistic devotion, and a world on the edge of transformation.

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Message

Upon a mailbox
I did stumble
And all that I wished
Was to leave a message
Perfect, like they were.
This is what I left:

I want to leave a message
Something Beautiful
And touching
Yet witty
And humorous
Intelligent
But not pretentious...

I guess this will work

I love you.
That is all.

Tania Willard, an artist of Secwépemc descent known for her work centering Indigenous basketry, has been named the winner of the 2025 Sobey Art Award, widely regarded as Canada’s most prestigious contemporary art honor. https://t.co/YviynkwLsE

Night of our moon

This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind

And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye

Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me

And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky

We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave

And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears

We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light

And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night

Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout

And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion

Tragic Ending

The light at the end of went out too soon
This kid wasn't meant to fall to his doom
Today the school is mourning his death
Crying in the halls, not able to rest
These kids really loved him
He wasn't meant to die so soon

Six more months until his graduation
An empty chair, and hearts left with questions
Tears and memory's in behalf of his blessings
This schools never going to be the same
He came so fast and left too soon
These kids really loved him

Standing in the halls they reminisce
All the good things about him they'll always miss
He's the only kid in school who spun a binder on his finger
Carried a boom box when skiing down the hill
Something I think about to this day still
Yet I can't seem to understand what was going through his head
I came to school, finding out this kid he was dead
A tragic ending to an unfinished story

Where would i be without you two...

you guys bring me happiness everyday
when i see you at school
or when we're walking home

when i need to cry on someones shoulder
you guys are the ones i would go to
and ones that would actually care

we have the best of times together
i remember the joke we shared months ago
the insides we have from everyday

when I'm mad at someone else
i go to talk to you guys
u can feel my anger and pain

where would i be without you two...

dedicated-
Casey D.(Gertrude) and Elaina H. I dont know what i would do without you two. You guys complete me i SO many ways. I love you guys and i always will!!!

Argenteuil - Edouard Manet