Appreciation
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A single golden Gerbera daisy glistening with dewdrops against an earthy background makes for a nice Thanksgiving greeting.
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I was at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC and I loved the sight of this one. I did a bit of solarizing to accent the colors to where I liked them…the original photo doesn’t have this color. I thought it caught the eye better this way. :)
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I will post my last tonight / with thanks to all of you / who leave your foot prints of comments & kindness / on my pages here ~ / thank you / may you have a morning such as this one / that you awake to / and awakes you / to go and click, script and brush it all alive / and share it here…I just did & am grateful to be able to do so xxx
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Thank you… / ...for being in my life… / (card for anyone who is in love…) Featured in the group “Buyers R Us…” November 6, 2008 / More photos: / /
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Walking Sacred Ground / Author: Amber Elizabeth Fromm / Artist Sean Farrager / Artist: Sean Farragherhere / Walking Ever His Sacred Grounds / Dedicated To Sean Farragher Walking This Sacred Ground / Feeling God’s Essence / Standing On this Ground / In Wondrous Beauty In / Awe Of Glory You Provide / Father God I Am In Awe / Of This Gift Called Life / And The Many Different / Levels Of Beauty From / The Ground, Our Earth to / The Sun Our Light In The Sky / Miraculous Father Wondrous, / Wondrous Beauty And Gifts / You Share Forever Humbled / At Your Feet I Bow to You / I Kneel Before You Father God / I Enjoy the Beauty In Each / Blade Of Grass, In Every / Strand Of Hair For It Is Truth / Spectacular Truth / Of Love And God’s Care / So I Cling To You And / Hold Myself To You / In My Walk In My Work / In My Examples Of Heart / And Faith … I Love My / Journey, My Walk ,My Path / Layed Before My Feet / So Ever Before Me / With God’s Love / I Walk This Sacred / Ground…
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Beauty is Eternally Free / Hamoa Beach Maui Hawai’i I picked some fresh Plumeria blossoms and a branch of blooming Bougainvillea and tossed them onto the luxurious black sand of Hamoa Beach and was only able to get a couple of shots when a wave came in and carried them out to sea. Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved “Hidden behind the veil of mystery, / Beauty is eternally free from the slightest stain of imperfection. From the atoms of the world, / He created a multitude of mirrors; / into each one of them / He cast the image of His Face; / To the awakened eye, / anything that appears beautiful is only a reflection of that Face. / Now that you have seen the reflection, hurry to its Source; / In that primordial Light the reflection vanishes completely. Do not linger far from that primal Source; / When the reflection fades, you will be lost in darkness. / The reflection is as transient as the smile of a rose; / If you want permanence, / turn towards the Source; / If you want fidelity, / look to the Mine of faithfulness. / Why tear your soul apart over something here one moment / and gone the next?” ~ by Jami ~ Translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi
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A merging of photographs, whilst I continue celebrating Gandhi’s birth month…the Waterfront Park is in Leavenworth, WA, the hand is actually a sculpture (it’s in our hands) and the butterfly is symbolic of change… “You must be the CHANGE you want to see in the world.” Gandhi A change is Coming
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In the 11th hour, on the 11th month and 11th day each year the US celebrates, honors and remembers it’s Veteran’s of War… / Last year in an attempt at balancing the power to creatively express my peaceful self, as a previous anti-war activist who had never truly delved into the depths of ‘casualties of war’, learning even more that they went beyond the physical or deceased sense of the term. Creating a series called PEACE CANDLES that began with the importance of our votes, I was soon inspired by the real reasoning behind some of our holidays. This series brought on an amazing series of collaborations, but the Veteran’s Remembrance (III) one had to be the most profound of these experiences, as it inspired this poetry and a whole new way of looking at ‘Warriors’... Singing for Heroes Unsung heroes of time and eternity gone by, / upon eagle’s wings please hear harmony’s cry; I know of the courage in your brave, purple heart’s, / the valor that runs deep through all body parts; No medals or ribbons could suffice true zeal / of facing the devil, declaring “NO DEAL!” Senses denatured to the ills of humankind, / focusing on ‘cause’ without losing one’s mind; War, we were taught, is freedoms price tag, / for waving or planting the colors of our flag; Laying claim to faith and dignity to rites / for victim nations, to empower from plights; A noble choice to risk one’s life and limb, / while ignorance decides whether to sink or swim; My promise to you from this moment on, / your memories heard in ephiphenomenon; With love and honor, respectfully I’ll close - / each dawn sound the bugle, each eve with a rose. TK Rosevear 11/11/07 Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams / There were Roses written by Tommy Sands are the two pieces of music that inspired the last line of this poem, and each day I hear the first song, while each evening I hear the latter. In remembrance of all Veteran’s of all wars and to all those still walking with the memories and all who have been lost… Peace Candles III includes interviews with soldier’s requests on how they wish to be remembered… /
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What would you do if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me. Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song, and I’ll try not to sing out of key. / Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends, he gets high with a little help from his friends, Oh I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends. / What do I do when my love is away. (Does it worry you to be alon). How do I feel by the end of the day (Are you sad because you’re on your own). / No, I get by with a little help from my friends, Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends, Mmm I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends. / Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love. Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love. / Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time. What do you see when you turn out the lights? I can’t tell you, but I know it’s mine. / Oh I get by with a little help from my friends, Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends, Oh I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends. / Do you need anybody? I need someone to love. Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love Oh…I get by with a little help from my friends, I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends – Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends, with a little help from my friends… This song performed by the BEATLES and sung by Ringo Starr has always inspired me to remembering FRIENDS and how they always get me ‘high on life’... Started as a doodle, played with in photoshop and fractilius with redbubbles to thank all my friends here for helping me to ‘get by’... with a little help from my friends / /
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This is where I would like to be heading color, light, mixing of Old and New with just a touch of wildness to complete the picture. / Mix of Old + New + Viewer or / Nature + Technology + Viewer (to See) = heART Nature Art is Caring for the Environment via Art
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12X19 original art print a.p. signature landscape with wildlife
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this is my friend Lauren, she is 35 weeks pregnant in this photo, with her beautiful son, Cohen Crawford Greenlaw. Due March 25th.
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Book Cover for / Elevator Instructions…How To Live
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Eagles are very plentiful on this day, and very hungry! A good trade I figure, a meal for almost 400 pictures, smile! I came within 10 feet of him, and he wasn’t worried at all. Got some fantastic shots..this is one! Thank you for viewing and have a great day! /
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Influence of nature. Graceful curves. The wispy lines resambles branches and leaf motif on this piece. Enjoy it!
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model – ALANNAH HICKSON / photographer – LISA PREECE / www.lisabellaphoto.com to see the second photo of this series please click here
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model – ALANNAH HICKSON / photographer – LISA PREECE / www.lisabellaphoto.com to see the first photo of this series, please click here to see the third photo of this series, please go here
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models – ALANNAH & KATIE / photographer – LISA PREECE / www.lisabellaphoto.com to see the first of the series please go here which has a link to the second photo, which links back to this one.
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A Poetic Year - My Top Ten Poems for 2009
by Anthea SladeWow 2009 what a creative and intense year it has been. When I come to the end of a year I become very introspective and reflective of the…
Wow 2009 what a creative and intense year it has been. When I come to the end of a year I become very introspective and reflective of the year that has past and think about all the high points and memorable moments that make my heart dance. It has been a highly creative year here on RedBubble and as a way of celebrating I am reviewing my poetry, art and photography and am going to publish in my journal my top ten poems and my top ten paintings/photography. I also want to thank each person who has visited my poetry, left comments, favourited my work and read my poems. Your contributions and attention has been so deeply appreciated by me, my beautiful RedBubble friends. Four out of my top ten poems were inspired by the beautiful paintings of Reynaldo in our Two Collaborations, Passion Series and A Tribute to Womanhood. These four poems include Purple Passion, No is No, Meeting the Madwoman and Blue Eyed Gypsy Woman. It is and has been an honour and a pleasure to collaborate with the brilliant and gifted artist and wonderful person Reynaldo over the past five months of 2009. We will continue with remainder of the Tribute to Womanhood Series and other collaborations in early January 2010. Here are my top 10 Poems for 2009: 1. Insane or Wired or Brilliant? Brilliant Plath disappeared in her Bell Jar / Intense Vincent Van Gogh was labelled insane / And when he cut off his ear they cried he had gone too far / They cut poor Frances Farmers emotion out of her brain / And made her placid benign boring and dull / Angelina was considered already dead / Vulnerable girl interrupted accused of a lull / Her hurt was cold but her blood was red. Insanity was thrown in my face at 17 / When the high school boys shouted / My favourite artist Van Gogh was insane… / ‘He is not’…I found my voice / ‘He is sensitive, passionate, intense, / misunderstood…and Don Mclean had / it right on that Starry Starry Night / He took his life as Lovers often do… / I could have told you Vincent this world / Was never meant for one as / Beautiful as you. Ah the eternal debate… / There is a fine line between / genius and insanity…they say / and how closely do we step the tight rope / With so much mental illness today / Exposed…Depression, Anxiety, / Bi-polar…Obsessive Compulsive / Disorder…A mental health professional / recently advised that 9 out of 10 have / a mental health issue. / Are so few exempt…are these figures really true? With so much stimulation in the media, mobile, data / Sensory overload with iPods linked to our brain / Texting 24/7 with our mobiles we sleep instead of our lovers / Is the cyborg fantasy becoming a reality…? / in this wired generation? / Constantly on…we must be or we miss out… / We become fed by instant gratification / and stimulated by virtual admiration. / Addiction to this constant contact means that our / heads are overloaded with stimulus but / not given as much time to reflect, to think, to feel. We are becoming overdeveloped in responding to stimulus / and underdeveloped in knowing our own heart. / Strangers and outcast to our own feelings / Dependent on the hit and the high of the new / and losing sight of the bravery of the subtle and simple. / Craving perfection and the eradication of foibles / we photoshop out our character lines and faults / so that we fit into some kind of ideal of the neo post notion of beauty. Are not faults far more defining then some sanitised notion of perfection? / Are not our faults the real indicators of our individuality? / Is not our vulnerability a sign of our sanity? / Does not our sensitivity reveal that we still belong to humanity? / Taking time to celebrate and know the individual in their idiosyncrasies / Surely this is worth the effort rather then striving for some standard of / fantasy that can never be translated? I shudder when I think where we are headed / Man machine…woman machine…cyborgs half man half machine / I pray that disposable people, relationships that end with a click / of the key and people racing to rejection will never be the accepted. / And that the human mind, heart and soul will pause…think and / move the emotional muscle so that sensitivity can still survive / and link us together through heart and mind / right through to the end of time. So Vincent, Sylvia, Frances, Angelina and Girl Interrupted / Insanity does not seem to be able to define, / What really was going on in your mind, / As far as I can tell…you all could see, think and feel, / Oh that you suffered and were misunderstood / This cannot be denied but you were / real raw and achingly human in your pain / and there was no question of your humanity / Even if there was and still is a question over your sanity. To me you were brilliant, free, sensitive and intense / And by all indicators ahead of your time. / And I bow to your courage / to follow your own voice and live the / passion that was raw in your heart… / To me it is as if you just knew right from the start. by Anthea Slade 26-4-09 Views 665 / Comments 83 / Favourites 10 / Features 5 / Anger Management / Midnight Ramblers / CORE / All Things Poetical Artistic Philosophical / Freedom to Shine 2. Passion Chase the emotion / around my heart / until it crystallises / A butterfly landing / on an open flower / Beauty upon beauty / My eyes water / and flood my face. / / Building a fascination / into an obsession / Feed each word until / it etches on my heart / a blood tattoo more / red then black / that cuts across my eye. / / A hunger that / pervades my essence / A yearning that cannot be categorised / A passion that cannot be rationalised / A feeling from the core that only intensifies / / Annihilate alienation / Celebrate fascination / Imbibe motivation / Right to the core of the matter / to the the nuance of heart beat / Subtle sensations that climax / to bliss and beyond / A kiss like honey dew / and so strong / makes my stomach ache / with undying emotion. / / A knowing that cannot be spoken / A love that cannot be broken / A fascination that burns / Flames that fire the soul / with the deep sensual flame / Tormenting the heart / Longing to embrace and engage another / / Raw…it aches… / Skin on Skin / Heart on Heart / Matter doesn’t mind / When the heart is seduced / Look that sees the blood breathe / Touch that feels the pain / To reveal or to hide / the flame. / / It’s sooooo hot / Flame to sweat / Spontaneous and welling / Dance of soul / Music of mind / Drama of heart / It is complete / when enraptured, intoxicated / and feed by longing / It is so hot it is wet… / exploding the boundaries of desire. / / Removing the restraints of thought / And venturing where words cannot go… / To the very heart, the heat / the pain and the utter bliss / of passion. / / By Anthea Slade 21-2-09 Views 409 / Comments 69 / Favourites 12 / Featured 1 / Featured in Up & Coming Writers 3. Disrupt Don’t come near me unless you want to be disrupted. I will: Upturn a cliche and write it to a new form / Eradicate generalisation and turn it specific / Challenge a belief system if your face is sad / Think from different perspectives always… / Look at one feeling, idea, person from multiple points of view at once / Break apart binaries good/bad right/wrong that imprison our minds / Turn objectivity to subjectivity and then reverse it / Unpack revolutionary, anarchist, activist, environmentalist…..creative / Bounce from one archetype to another from muse to vampire thanks Jung / Shatter expectation if it is judgemental and cruel / Surprise with imagination and odyssey travelled / Thrive with encouragement and inspiration / Question our wired generation / Devastate prejudice and bias that hurts others / Advocate freedom and fight for love, honour, decency and respect. / Look through lens of post structural, scientific, modern, psychological / and head towards Neo Post or Beyond the Post… / Research from Foucault to Derrida to Decartes to Hegel to Jung to Freud / Think creatively, innovatively, strategically, laterally and emotionally / Live on the edge, the fringe, from the inside, the outside and be free / Do what you don’t expect…. ...because I have been told since I was a little girl that I / think too much… ‘Leave your mind behind next time’ They said to me: You feel too much / You are too much because not only can you think you can feel too much… / Your too intense / (Did they think these words would silence me…remove my voice… / stop my mind…) Too much for Who? / Too much for What? / Too much for You? / Too much too much too much / Much too much / Makes me want to scream…too much. I will: Disrupt / Dismantal / Unpack / Challenge / Reconstruct / Recreate As long as my mind is free and my voice can speak and my heart can / feel I will disrupt death in life, cruelty to others and intolerance / of difference. And live full and free to my last breath. Too much….......never :) Anthea Slade 21-2-09 Views 292 / Comments 57 / Favourites 8 / Features 1 4. He He rhymes with ‘she’ ‘free’ and ‘be’ / He is silent and then he speaks / He excites and he provokes / He is energetic, he is assertive, he is driven / He is magnificent! / He is intellectually and emotionally alive / He is articulate and expressive / He is mysterious and he captivates / He sees – he believes / He is primal and earthy / He is erudite and aware / He is generous / He is pleasure / He is pain / He is virile and he is masculine / He is vulnerable and he is strong / He is wild / He is sensual and social / He blows my mind / He has charisma / He is a king and a knight / He cries / He creates beauty…he is beautiful / He loves without pause / He sees life from and through his own eyes / He is agile, adept and engaged / He is poetic…he is wise / He has a creative imagination / He is passionate…he is whole / He is colour…he is heartbeat…he is ocean / He is the sun – wind – rain / He questions / He challenges / He is spiritual / He heals / He is an alchemist / He is heart / He seeks and he finds / He is a feeling mind / He is kind / He is Man. By Anthea Slade Views 278 / Comments 46 / Favourites 6 / Feature 1 5. Purple Passion Her body tilts back into him / opening her breast to the universe / She reveals an open heart / in order to be close / She risks raw / to reveal what is true If she falls will she be caught? / She leans back exposing her heart, / her breast to the world. / Vulnerable echoes across her soul / as she risks real / in order to grow She dreams of true intimacy / but she knows that to be close / can be messy and not always polite. / Closeness urges her to be more, / to push the boundaries of fear / She imagines herself dance / through expectation / as she eradicates limitation. She wonders if she tells her story / will he be there / when she reveals the real in her. / Human kind cannot bare too much reality. / Oh it can bite, it can make her bleed. / If she shows her wounds will / he still breathe her in, drink her / essence and revel in her mystery / or will he walk away? But purple passion is more then all passions / the highest of all it extends / beyond the earth into the heavens, / transcendent and beautiful it is / more then what we see. Foibles and idiosyncrasies can / come out to play and / she does not need to suppress / them or hide behind a façade. / When she reveals more she wonders / closing her eyes and she / imagines him still there. She hungers to tell her story / and still be seen and in / her dreams to be real. / What ever is written in her heart / finds a voice in time / and he will hear her. The emotion of longing / strokes her soul and she feels / his arms holding her arms, / his cheeks pressed to her cheek, / his hot breath on her neck, / his masculine scent mixing, / with her feminine scent, / releasing the pulse of heart / and the reverie of fidelity. She can feel her body open / as the more she reveals / he remains. / And she delights that her / truth does not shred their closeness / Instead he loves her story / he holds her close to his heart / as her story unfolds / a tear scuds done his cheek. / She shares her life / of soul and her years. He whispers in her ear / telling her to reveal more and more, / as their heart beats in time / he does not want her to shut down / her soul to social propriety / And with each truth he urges her / to be more and more of what she is. He sees her, not just her sensuality and / beauty by her soul screaming to find voice / He knows her sensitivity that purrs, / her passion that integrates her reason, / and her heart that expands his universe. / He holds and contains her fragile courage / and she leans back, relaxes into his / strength and tenderness the true note of his love. She is no longer afraid to be as fragile as she is / and no longer fears the echoes of her inner strength / With his strong arms around her, / She can breathe and be, / because purple passion is just like that, / where to be is finally enough! By Anthea Slade 13-9-09 Purple passion was inspired by Reynaldo’s beautiful painting Purple Passion and was part of our first collaboration Passion Series. / / Purple Passion by Reynaldo Views 272 / Comments 45 / Favourites 12 / Features 3 6. Meeting the Madwoman She is nice / She is kind / She is subtle / She is compliant / She is nurturing / She loves so much / She is sweet… / Oh the feminine beauty we all know, / we all love. / That intrinsic beauty that / belongs to women, / we revel, we indulge, / we dance in the flame of softness. / So tender, so full of delight / I love this side of others and / self…the divine feminine. Women have throughout history been / iconized for their ability to nurture and build / relationships with family and friends, / rewarded, applauded and admired in fact. / But this is just one side of the story, / there is another that needs to be told… / and that is of the mad woman. For every hurt that hits her heart / For every disappointment that eats her soul / For every rejection that wounds her mind / For every heart ache that shreds her sensitivity / there needs to be an expression. For some women it comes out in tears / For others it comes in silence and disappearing / For others it comes out in bitchiness / or passive aggression that is mean. / Others become insecure and are / unable to be a sister to other women. / It comes by her dying inside and losing / touch with who she really is. / And others it comes out in illness, / losing confidence, / losing voice… But for some it comes out in rage, pure unadulterated anger. / Why is there such a fear of anger? / Is not anger the other side of love? / Is not anger a healthy, normal emotion that / makes the blood explode with fire? / Why is it many people cringe whenever they / see a woman expressing her anger? / Why do some people run from her? / Screaming she has gone hysterical, / crazy, god forbid insane! But no she is just angry. Passionate! / She is hurt and she has become angry. / Her pain is real. At that moment it is her truth. / It is a raw expression of her soul / Gasping to find breath, / it is her true voice finally finding expression. Anger is as valid as her sweetness and without / owning it she is just half a woman. / Jung referred to this as a shadow side. / Our less pretty side and it was his belief / we needed to embrace and integrate our shadow / side into ourself creating light and shade. / Yin/Yang? We need to dance with anger, / love her, hold her, embrace her with out fear / that we will be: abandoned, / rejected…left again. She is the wild part of our soul / that is screaming to find a voice. / She is the wild woman of passion and sexuality / that longs to dance and embrace every archetype within. In meeting the mad woman we engage the core self. / We chant to fire and burn with passion / as whole wild women. / After all isn’t anger…another view, another angle, / another lens of Passion? And is it not passion that attracts our lovers and / creates our art and yes above all makes our / heart start! By Anthea Slade 22-7-09 Meeting the Mad Woman was part of Rey and my collaboration A Tribute to Womanhood and inspried Rey’s beautiful painting and my drawing by the same name. / / Meeting the Mad Woman by Reynaldo / / Meeting the Mad Woman by Anthea Slade Views 267 / Comments 52 / Favourites 12 / Features 2 7. Growing older with Grace ‘It’s all over for us’ / Two 40 something women in my class cried… / ‘No it’s just beginning’ I replied / ‘Your 40’s and 50’s are the best years of you life’ / I echoed the words of my 75 year old mother / who texts me for my birthday, in Paris / travelling Europe for the first time in her life. ‘You become invisible in your 40’s’ / A relation said to me. ‘I will never photograph again’ / ‘You lose your sexual power…your pull / and not seen the way when you were young.’ / ‘I disagree…women grow more beautiful / with age if they let their face follow their heart / it’s only the beginning, just the start.’ I replied. Ah yes society’s eternal obssession with youth… / the mags, the movies, the stars, the reviews, the shows / the chasing after that 20 to 25 skin and frame… / Poisoning the forehead with botox / Puffing up the lips with fat / Cutting and lifting that face to eradicate all those lines / And stop expression from forming / As faces start to drop and sag / some just stop smiling to save their skin / just to hold to fragile branch of youth. Youth is beautiful – this cannot be denied… / tight bodies, faces and hearts. / Confidence that comes from physical prowess / and a face that is even and smooth. / Attention comes from every where and it is / soft and smooth encased in desire. With aging there comes a new kind of beauty / less obvious and more subtle and gentle. / If the heart is open and the / inner child is nurtured / an inner harmony is built on the confidence / that grows from wisdom through experience. / An acceptence of just knowing / where to just be is finally enough. A time of maturity where the acceptance of self and other / leads to a warmth and courage to / wear that smile without fear of lines / and let them breathe and flow / as they follow the contours of our hearts. When I think of all the women I admire / my mother, Cheryl, Glenda, Judy Dench, Meryl Streep… / they all have one common denominator / they all grow older with grace. / Their lines are lines of life and character / Their faces are raw and beautiful / and there is no supression of emotion / through botox and any other artificial procedures. So when I see my smile lines become more defined / and the cracks in my top lip appear / I smile even more and create more lines / and embrace this wonderful aging process. / I turn on the music / I dance to my own rhythm / and I embrace the sensitivity and vulnerability / that comes from a growing maturity / My heart deepens…my insight sharpens / and my sensitivity sucks in all the emotion. / Acceptance of the changing self is perhaps / the greatest beauty of all. On June 9…I always become reflective / because this is the day I was born / And I celebrate each year alive on this wondrous / earth…I sing to the sun behind my curtain / I dance to the full moon that is my birthday present / and I shout out loud… ‘I just love growing older’ … By Anthea Slade / Views 245 / Comments 82 / Favourites 12 / Features 2 8. No is No No is not yes / No is not sort of / No is not kind of / No is not maybe… No to mind games that devastate sensitive brains / No to power that intimidates tender hearts / No to subtext that does not equate real text / No to premediatated cruelty that attacks self esteem / No to dishonesty that disturbs pure minds / No to manipulation that hurts our souls / No to love bombing, where abundant love shifts to deprivation / No to pushing through boundaries that are never meant to be broken / No to sadistic enjoyment of others misfortune / No to words that will never be action / No to betrayal that leads to deep wounds / No to abandonment where ones security is erased / No to rejection that should never be an option / No to lies that deceive and torment us / No to lack of decency and honour / No to black and white thinking that limits our minds / No to judgemental attitudes that bleed our imagination dry / No to undermining sentences that crack our confidence / No to praying on the innocent / No to sexualising children / No to disrespecting our aged / No to exploiting our vulnerable / No to snobbery that alientates and divides No is not a joke / No is not a laugh / No is not to be taken lightly / No is not an invitation / No is not a temptation / No is not a seduction / No is not a revelation / No is not a suggestion No is an answer / No is to be respected / No is a protection / No is given for a reason / No is fullstop. / No is The End. / No to Date Rape. / No is No. / That is all. By Anthea Slade No is No is part of Rey and my collaboration A Tribute to Womanhood and was inspired by Rey’s beautiful painting No to Date Rape. / No to Date Rape by Reynaldo Views 238 / Comments 61 / Favourites 16 / Features 3 9. Blue Eyed Gypsy Woman Her crystal blue eyes sparkle / with the verve of life / reflecting the gentle rawness / of her journey that has / sculptured the woman she is now. Her sensual lips quiver, vulnerable / with the sensitivity of her heart / revealing that through cruel experience / she has blossomed into a goddess, / gracious, wise and knowing. Her blue necklace and earrings / dance with her blue eyes to expose / the serenity of her heart / Her red dress energies her / to keep moving from town to town, / Her brown hat attaches her to the earth. Where ever she roams / She becomes part of the time and place / Learning from experience, / Living in the present, / She becomes one with the moment, / She is zen. A free wind that blows / through one town to the next / Where ever she goes she shows / the local people they can be free / because freedom resides in her heart. She is there and then she is gone / but she leaves indelible mark / on their minds. / Her beauty and her grace / etched in gold for all who look / and see her radiate love. It just takes a moment to see her / kindness and warmth / Her true free spirit, / will last in their memory always, / Cause she has courage to keep flying. Free like a bird of grace / she flies to the next place, / to start the next transformation / Because she is the divine feminine / the alchemist of our souls and for / all those who dare to look / will be forever changed. Forever free and wild, / overflowing with kindness / she gives all who / greet her a touch of grace, / blissful joy and a / radiant smile on their face. By Anthea Slade 20-9-09 Blue Eyed Gypsy Woman was part of my collaboration Tribute to Womanhood with brilliant artist Reynaldo and it was his beautiful painting that inspired my poem. / / Blue Eyed Gypsy Woman by Reynaldo Views 233 / Comments 21 / Favourites 5 / Features 2 10. Creating Heart In that moment when our hearts break / We can choose to remain open / Feel our pain / or shut down. If we remain open we are raw / We scud through a plethora of emotion: / shock black, anger red / grief grey, growth green / love pink. / The odyssey of pain. Often the violence of our pain / makes us want to withdraw / like a deer, to lick wounds / like a hermit to fall within ourselves. If we choose to close down / We divert our minds / Our wounds stay open and / then become crusty and dry / And our heart shrinks, tightens, / and the creative flow…stops. If we stay open… / vulnerable…fragile everything hurts. / Looks shatter. / Words annihilate to red raw. / We crumble and fragment / And we bleed. But we survive if we live our emotions / We wear our feelings out until / our tears a continual waterfall on our / face wash the pain away. / And we begin to heal. Our divine inner child walks / and than dances again / Delicate fragile and raw / our heart breathes / And our creative flow continues / Vulnerable we can create and feel. And we grow and we reconstruct / and put our pieces back together / Raw, exposed and alone / we draw from our heart / to create beauty / Alchemists and transformers we / recreate ourselves in a new form. Naked, consumed in the act of creation / engaged and enraptured / we are consumed forever in / creating line by line / brushstroke by brushstroke / colour, line and form / uninhibited and free / creating beauty, creating life ...Creating Heart. Written by Anthea Slade Views 230 / Comments 21 / Favourites 5 / Features 2 Thank you so much to all my wonderful friends on RedBubble for your reading and support of my poetry and I wish you all an inspired and poetic year in 2010 filled with grace and beauty, Love and Respect, Anthea
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No… Roses are not blooming in CAlif.. the Global Warming Has not yet reached those levels.. teehee.. / but.. / I have finally done something that thrills me…(before the New Year) / I have spent the last two days, and I am not done yet, creating an easy filing system so when I finally get access to my web site I can upload with ease and have a system for business that will aid in follow ups to clients and orders. / I have worked off and on (after my other job) about 8 hours per day. Wow!! I feel good too, not drained. / Oh.. the rose? Well I found this shot in my files and fell in love. I don’t know why I never uploaded it before but I find it loverly.. and perhaps perfect timing for this flower loving woman. / Tis new years eave tomorrow and for parts of the world it’s tonight!! Frannie Moore was gracious and put out a time table of the world at midnight.. / here is the timetable..thanks so much Fran happy happy new year / my darling dearest Co Creators!!!
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