Dream poetry
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still live / Animal / Nude/FineArt / SunsetCollection / Flowers / Model Maria Anne / Model Saskia Ying / Model Blondie / Model Tammy / Kids / The Book Of Love All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Antoine Dagobert: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Dreams Your hair flows across the pillow like a mountain stream / Moonlight resting on your face still deep in sleep / Eyelids flutter like a bird as dreams unfold / The restful mind still in creative mood The smile that plays upon your lips foretells / The pleasures in the thoughts of night / Unspoken words begin to fill a book / Of wishes, passion, needs and deep desires Your body shifts with sinuous ease / As each new picture now unfolds / Your nakedness a beauty to behold / As rhythmic movement sensuously begins The visions that will now invade your soul / Feeling oh so real in dead of night / The pleasures that the stories tell / Will leave their mark so soft as morning comes A faint but shining film of nightly dew / Has formed upon your silken skin / Reflecting all the dreams that did unfold / Within your heart whilst darkness lay And as your eyes once more perceive the day / With shining light that now instils your brain / A moment will send shivers down your spine / As dreamt of deep desires are left behind / / Phil Sanders / 19/5/05
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The woks exhibited represent the linkup of two artists, a photographer and a sculptor. Such an attempt to blend two spheres of art is really innovative and a bit unexpected. There had been few who were successful in such an attempt. Both authors, blending their art by the means of the photo art, are the winners. Sculpture, as such, is rather a static art, sometimes “performing” in a specific, sometimes artificial, environment. However, the means of the plastic photography, seemingly, make the sculptures movable, dynamic; they make you feel the sculptures are moving. They become alive, start moving and react both to the environment and the views captured by the photographer. I would like the viewers also note the colour solutions of the photos, aimed at the strengthening of the overall impression of the imagery. The original blend and overlapping of two arts let see the impressive plastic metaphors, giving birth to various associations. /
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My first effort at doing the ‘poem as image’ thing :) The poem is here on RedBubble. This poem is about my inspiration for creative writing, my muse. She comes to me by night. The demands of the day keep us apart, and I miss her…
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As I awoke one dreary day I looked around to my dismay / The sun was hiding beneath the clouds / The wind howled ceaselessly / It looked to be another day to simply meld into the next / The cold wind chilled my bones and left frost upon my dress / But somethin else was in the air / a vibe I could not place / Somethin was enticing me without words or smell or taste / So out we went into the world to seek what we could find / And halfway thru our journey we gasped in our delight / For all around us we were blessed, as far as the eye could see / Butterfliez in all their magick / dancing in the breeze… All work (including images, and writings) copyright dimarie painter / / Click here for work details and credits if any apply… / Click on any category above for that genre… or / Click here to go back to my profile page ... thanx :)
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follow me deep / into the dream .. / a tangerine dream / it’s always the same / it’s the name of the game / close your eyes / don’t be surprised / when you learn how to fly / in a tangerine dream work done is Apophysis with post work done in PaintShopPro and Gimp. Best viewed large. Featured Art – 2008 – RedBubble Group: Abstract Digital Art & Writing Featured Art – December 2008 – Red Bubble Group: DAP – Digital Abstracts & Patterns AP34-0-21
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Esteem blown – regrown / Vile notions – emotions / Inspired choice – voice / Denial feared – engineered / Environment changed – ranged / Necessity’s order – border / Corporate punished – dished / Evolutionary dance – freelance I am a child of the Earth – broken down by human nature… / I am an adolescent of the Trees – rooting my feelings deep within… / I am a woman of Venus – with romantic notions of Love & Harmony… / I am a Spirit of the Sun – emerging from the clouds of the past… / I am a Soul of the Universe – journeying towards eternal life. tkrosevear 1992 I was moved to do this drawing this morning, as a ‘body of evidence’ for myself and the evolutionary changes I have experienced on my path, thus far. It began in photoshop7, playing with the colors of the chakras then slow motioned in Fractilius, to give it that aura feel… I am Woman / /
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Beautiful creature, wings lit by the Sun / Dancing life’s journey as if we were one Joyous soul with gossamer wings opened / Like minds’ receiving visions of hopin’... Endless possibilities await from Spirit above / Our souls shall renew through the magic of LOVE… tkrosevear 12/31/08 On the Wings of Love
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Something About...
by JenniferBSomething about the faces of men / who’ve passed through your life to touch you and then / drifted away to begin new lives / forgetting the …
I just lay here on my bed with an old notebook thinking ‘I want to write something about…’ But I still haven’t done it. I guess there’s still something inside of me waiting for the right time. xox
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Title from a poem “Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-Not” by Eugene Field (1850–1895). An 18 layer composite produced in Photoshop and Painter.
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mdreamer-stock.deviantart.com / moonchild-lj-stock.deviantart.com / queenofladiestoilets.deviantart.com / dreamstime my own personal photos and textures for blending
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stock / renderosity.com / dreamstime / my own clouds and photos for blending / and last but not least / mizzd-stock.deviantart.com “Come Hither, Poet” by our own Red Bubble member, Laura Hartley http://www.redbubble.com/people/laurahartley/writing/1939888-come-hither-poet I beckon from bedside, / and say “Come here.” But your poet self corrects, / “Come hither.” Indeed, come hither, unto me, beloved. / Come hither unto my arms, poet. Thou who doth move my soul, / Verily I say unto thee, / Come hither unto me and lay thee down. Thou dost move the stars. / Yet thou dost still them, too. / Thou causeth the sky reflect thine eyes. Come hither unto me. / Dwell with me in this house, / In this bed. Layest thou down, / Betwixt petals of my tortured heart, / my tender soul, my gardens. Come hither, my beloved. For thy beauty hath no equal, / And my love for thee, no bounds. Come hither, my darling, / And never, never goeth. Thou hast caused me wax tears again. / Thereby, shalt thou know, thou art beloved. Come hither, thou, and lay thee down, poet. Thou art my beloved. Thou art my beloved, evermore…
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/ This work was inspired by the wonderful poem UMBRELLA of the very talented artist ANAISNAIS / Thank you Anna-Marie for let to share this beautiful poem here. ’’ UMBRELLA / / by Anaisnais There she stands / Centre stage for all to see / Tall and slender / Precariously she balances. I reach out for her / Draw her to me / My hand skims her body / Slowly reaches her skirt. Playful fingers find hidden areas / Delighted her legs spring forth / Displaying the very beauty / Of her delicately placed, adorned skirt. Gaily she dances around / Dizzily twisting and turning / In the brightness of day shading / She gently tends to my needs. Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping / Merrily bobbing up and down / As emotional to her performance / Clouds cry a thousand tears for her. Reaching our destination / Slightly shaken, she leans / Watches me, / Quietly drips, against the wall. Reminiscent of the day’s fulfillment / We acknowledge one another, silently / Restful knowing we shall be / One, once more. ’’ I truly appreciate all your kind comments and support. / All Origional art work can be purchased through the artist. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- Copyright notice: / All rights reserved. All images contained on these pages are © copyright protected by Mariska and any use of these images in any form without written permission will be considered an infringement of these copyrights.
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stock / monicaloldenburg.deviantart.com / dreamstime, sxc.hu / and my own personal photos for blending and light
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Dedicated to my friend, Jordan Self -portrait I tried to capture the color of dreaming and softness of sleep that’s found in this poem. I was experimenting with mixing different mediums in order to get a certain soft effect. Mixed media on drawing paper. (watercolor and pencil) The Dream evening ascends the throne / and wraps the world / in violet silk, / indigo sleep falls upon me as i sail the skies of silver / and periwinkle dust / and glide on soft waves of wishes / that gently rock me / as my saffron thoughts / glimmer in the half-light / under a bronze sky of dreams then Golden Sleep envelopes me / with its silken threads of pearl / and in the evening silence / whispers gently once again / the name of the one / who hopes I dream of him: and I smile like a child / for my dream is in you Featured in Inspired By Poetry, Image Writing, and First Things
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bellezaartstock.deviantart.com / auroradreams.deviantart.com
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persephonestock.deviantart.com / and the rest purchased / :0) “Come Clean” – Hilary Duff Let’s go back / Back to the beginning / Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars all aligned ‘Cause perfect didn’t feel so perfect / Trying to fit a square into a circle / Was no life / I defy Let the rain fall down / And wake my dreams / Let it wash away / My sanity / ‘Cause I wanna feel the thunder / I wanna scream / Let the rain fall down / I’m coming clean, I’m coming clean
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Retouched photo for model Jeanette M. http://www.modelmayhem.com/jeanettemath :)
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in between
by butchartout here / on the edge / the dream tugs / wanting its due / visions spiral / caressing thought / waves crash upon the veil / pushing / pulling ...
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I been really having a hard time lately things are in a swirl just when you think the world might balance out for you you get mixed up in another scam / another jam / another flimflamming frieken blame it on whoever im tired of looking / down I am coming up / im coming on up to the side where / you can see me even if in pursuit of what is not there only created by divine ness. Isa.. thinking out load.. / i must have two hundred different abstracts.. and thought I would share with you once in a while .. as I loaded this one up .. these were the words I wrote.. so .. hoping they make someone see something.. I dont know . lol. ,,and there is one friend whom tells me to take some abstracts and make a collection of them .. and make a collage. so that is my next project. .. always in pursuit of the next thing , I guess.
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Well, I can name a million things that didn’t quite come out the way I had thought them up, so I won’t take up your time talking/complaining about this piece. I will say that it turned very similar to The Dream and I had not intended that. (Here, my thoughts are in the shape of butterflies.) / I just hope I was able to capture the sentiment, and that my message is conveyed in both my poem and artwork. mixed media- watercolor and colored pencil on drawing paper Pensando en ti (Thinking of you) see how they fly? my thoughts of you / make their way to your heart weave a net / with my heartstrings / and catch them as they fly by / they’re all for you for the feelings you awaken in me / feel like a world has sprung to life in my chest / and blooms open like a limitless sky - / catch it and keep it can you feel it too?
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/ Digital fine art by Maria Szollosi a.k.a. Mariska / November 2009 / Inspired by Felix Mas Collaborate artwork / – poetry ANAISNAIS / - illustrator Mariska Fairy Nature I’m fairy nature, / Come to collect fall’s leaf wares / to help make a coat. A coat of sunsets, / A last breath of summer’s glow / To wrap up autumn. I disguise myself / Living amongst the woodlands, / squirrels, bugs, birds, bees. Slowly with magic / I single handedly turn / The season’s over; / Sweeping winds and driving rains, / Giving nature rest till spring. I nourish the land. / Autumn’s blanket becomes crisp, / Stark, white, purity, / I contrast, redecorate / New, sleek, sexy, wavy tones. Thank you Anna-Marie for let to share this beautiful poem here. All Origional art work can be purchased through the artist. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- Copyright notice: / All rights reserved. All images contained on these pages are © copyright protected by Mariska and any use of these images in any form without written permission will be considered an infringement of these copyrights
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My Heart Is Meant To Write You Poetry
by Erika .the doves of your eyes / spread like a thousand white wings / in the skies of my poetry
Amor, / amor, / amor, / oh flor secreta, / llama / invisible, / clara / quemadura! - Pablo Neruda My heart is meant to write you poetry….
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piratequeen-stock.deviantart.com / sxc.hu and my own resources
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For Women A collaboration with dear KarenSue and her beautiful poem: Curl of a Woman We are humbled in the love curl of her charms / An essence of innocence and redeemable truth / slow the days dance to feel the luxury of woman / The Angels live to breathe her collective radiance The living feminine in Gaia’s winged soul chant / Woman / Worthy / Wonderful / Wise Pain stoops to pluck tears forging a heart wound / Stumbling she pressing lips upon time’s forehead / Woman heals triumphant without need for warfare / The battle ground beyond Lilith has no merit now Beautiful dreamer with butterfly kisses in her heart / The pulsing blood line to succor Man’s destination / She is no thief of hearts only to borrow a kind word / Woman within sometimes a smiling child of hope Woman the promise maker to heal our yesterdays / Hosanna in harmony we sing the joy of womanhood / Without her we are lost in the marly ‘Sea of Scars’ / Blind to the gathered soulship for the passage home / Upon Life Woman is Our Blessed Earthen Star Medium is pastel on pellon
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