Leaf rose
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! THOU SHALT NOT STEAL MY ART / / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Fluid and frozen drops on a rose leaf in our garden. Have a look at my other photos. For example: / / Or browse through one of my categories: / animal / building / cemetery / church / damselfly / dragonfly / drop / fall / flower / france / insect / leaf / light / macro / nature / other / reflection / water / winter
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / A ROSE IS A ROSE / / / Smudge Art TM. / Fractal art / Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited*
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spring flowers + love = bliss Hi, I have the full set of alphabets for this spring flower design including numbers from 0 to 9 and symbols like !,? and &. If you would like a custom made card or t-shirt spelling out your name or a message with these letters, please bubblemail me and let me know. Cheers! Check out more products from this design here! Check out wedding related products from this design here!
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spring flowers + love = bliss I have the full set of alphabets for this spring flower design including numbers from 0 to 9 and symbols like !,? and &. If you would like a custom made card or t-shirt spelling out your name or a message with these letters, please bubblemail me and let me know. cheers! Check out more products from this design here! Check out wedding related products from this design here!
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Oil on canvas. Size 37” x 37”. In the group “Oil Painting” this painting won 1st place / in the challenge “FLOWERS”.
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I have the full set of alphabets for this spring flower design including numbers from 0 to 9 and symbols like !,? and &. If you would like a custom made card or t-shirt spelling out your name or a message with these letters, please bubblemail me and let me know. Cheers!
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This is another of my flowers from my show along with poems to her. “A white Rose the symbol of ones true love and ones heart mine was black with hate and hers was white with love and in my love for her I lost mine.” Hope you enjoy.
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Another of the flowers from my show on flowers and poems to her. “She had been broken and as I gained her trust then she opened up to me and what I saw was her never ending beauty” Hope you enjoy
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A friend on RedBubble asked me why I only wrote about women who were sex kittens and not women with short legs and not all of the looks that a movie star has so this was for her. / Ann heres your poem and I hope you like it! I do! This is another of my flowers and poems for her. She wasn’t much to look at she was not the local prize. / I had seen her with my girlfriend as we walked and she said hi. / My girl was in class with her they shared a laugh or two. / She told me that she had a heart of gold if people only knew. / She lived in my small town my whole young life right down the street from me. / And I tell ya I never ever saw her because she was so pale and very very small. / She didn’t fit the profile of what I was looking for. / I liked my girls with a little meat and some full lips and a big bottom thats real full. / But my little neighbor she had none of what I liked she was shaped more like a boy. / Her lips where way to thin she had a real small bottom and the poor thing what seemed the worse to me… she had no tits at all. / But as I got to know her when we all went out to eat, she had a special shining way that made me look much deeper. / I never saw this side of her, I was too busy looking at the surface. / But once I got to take a look this flower bloomed the brightest. / I can’t say what was her magic, was it the wit that she always had. / Or maybe just the silly things that seemed to jump right out her mouth. / She was the brightest of our friends and never had a guy. / The problem was as we all knew she had no tits no ass! / But that was many years ago she’s blossomed as a woman. / What she didn’t have ten years ago she’s wearing with a smile. / She’s filled out just a little in all the special places. / But next to someone like Brad Pitt’s wife she’s still the second prize. / But oh what wonders has she got that makes her so much better than a star. / She’s real she’s kind she’s open minded she’s everything you want. / And I ask myself why didn’t I see this when we both were young. / Her tits are still a hand full and her ass is still too small and forget about her thin thin lips and that she only 5 foot 4. / But what she’s got that we all want is personality. / And that makes her smaller body parts a second thought to me. / I always had a beauty queen who left as they got bored, or I decided time for a new one because they put me fast to sleep. / But here she was from down the street just a few houses down the road. / And now ten years later I am smitten by this gal with no tits no lips no ass ! / So I am walking down the street to say I seen you all these years and you my friend have touched me deeply for so very long. / I’d like to ask you this one small question….... will you marry me?
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This is another of the flowers from my show and poems for her. Too many times we hear the horrors of inner city violence but do we take time to think of the effect a rose can have on the life of a child. / This is my perspective on this based on my own fears of flowers and what they meant to me as a child growing up. What was it that made little Kimmy cry when she saw a rose. / Her mother wondered as she saw this time and time again. / Little kimmy was just 5 and such a happy child. / But every time she saw a rose she broke down and cried. / At first her mother thought nothing of it maybe she got stuck on a thorn. / But when this happened time and time again, she took notice and asked her what was wrong. / She wouldn’t say what she felt she was just a little child. / So all she did was stand and look and start to cry. / Then one day her mother said were going to a doctor. / And off they went to see a woman who might get to the problem. / They sat in a big with room with pretty little pictures and the the woman would ask some questions and Kimmy sat real quiet. / This went on for quite awhile as Kimmy turned to 6. / And then one day a patient came with some bright red roses for the doctor. / And little Kimmy broke down crying and screamed out loud don’t let it be my mommy. / The doctor was in quite a shock as she took the child in the office. / And on this day little Kimmy said exactly what was the problem. / Its know that in the neighborhood where little Kimmy lives someone got shot and always killed at least 5 times a day. / Her cousin down the street was walking home from school one day, someone road by and shot him dead he was only 10. / And then the little girl named Marie she was playing in her yard 2 cars rode by and bullets flew and Marie was shot dead. / And then that night there was a fight at the local dance, someone got stabbed in the chest it was Kimmy’s older brother. / He died that night as they waited for the ambulance that never ever came. / And then on sunday that special day 2 men stood at her door, they wanted her father to fix their car he was a top mechanic. / While out in the front of the house her daddy’s bending over and then a car comes passing by with gang bangers drunk and noisy. / One man says hey my friend its sunday can you give us a break? / And then the banger pulls out a gun and shoots all three men dead. / Little Kimmy saw her daddy dead and lying in the streets. / His 2 friends close beside him died with him too on that sad sad sunday. / Then comes that day that kimmy knows too well for such a little child. / A rose is lying on their caskets then she starts to cry. / It seemed to little kimmy everyone that she knew had died. / And when they did someone would come and place a rose up on their casket. / As Kimmy sat in the doctors office saying what she thought. / The doctor took her by the hand and looked her in the eyes. / She smiled at little Kimmy and said she understood. / But deep inside she knew that was a lie, and thanked God she never would. / She waited for the moment when Kimmy didn’t cry and told her something that took away all the fear she had inside. / She said that rose that you see, is a present from that man above. / And when someone brings it to a casket it means that they are loved. / That red rose is a special flower its full of life’s compassion, and is the thing that we feel when someone’s life has ended. / Its not a bad thing that you see when your looking at it kimmy. / Its full of love and everything that we see as good. / Just think what it would be like if there was no red rose, then how would we show your daddy and your brother that they were truly loved. / So next time that you see one just look at it and say, I know you are my daddy’s friend in a special way and tell him that he’s loved!
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This is not one of the flowers from my show but will be in my book. You again back this morning looking still the same. / I wonder where my youth has gone and left me with this man. / You stumble in as if we’re friends, but your no friend of mine. / Just one more sad reminder of what is left behind. / I look at you so worn and torn. / From miles and miles of stress. / And here you are again my unwanted friend to face me once again. / You come this morning bringing gifts a smile to comfort me. / But underneath all that show your love for me is hate / I know your hate for me is strong you show it in each new line. / For on your face is what I am a man who’s time has gone. / I struggle to make contact, with your hateful eyes, that stare at me this morn. / Looking deep into my face reminding me each day, of the goals you set for me, when we were so young. / I see you settle on my eyes so tired from all the pain. / Of trudging through this world each day with out one moments rest! / I see the look that your showing me of hate and such contempt. / I know I’ve failed you a thousand times but this is what I am! / I reach inside to find a man who’s goal is set to stone. / But I am just a mortal man who’s fallen many times. / But because of this you look on me with such disgust it shames me to my core! / I see that I have failed to be the man… that I had hoped my life to be. / And you my hated inner self are there each day to curse me with your smile. / Your time and mine are soon to end I’ll settle for that prize. / For I know soon that you will no longer greet me in the morn. / With damning eyes that cut to my bone, reminding me that I am weak. / I’ll take that prize to my grave! / And cheer! / No more of you! / My mortal soul is lost for good…... along with you its hated twin.
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This is not one of the flowers from my show and poems for her but will be in my book. I kiss your lips my lovely dove your trembling in my arms. / Your here tonight to give yourself it’s you that wants not I. / You settle into my arms and touch my face so soft. / And then you kiss me on my neck and tell me I am loved. / You come to me my precious love your hands shake from your fear. / You touch me where you’ve never gone I feel your pounding heart. / I hear you say that its ok you want this more than I. / But my love for your virtue tonight I must deny. / I want you too my body says my mind says this is wrong. / I want to hold you in my arms as any man would do. / But something says I need to wait until that time is right. / And look at you with loving eyes and not with shame tonight. / I feel like we are cheating two kids out in the car. / But here we are both adults but love this isn’t right. / I want to say please baby lets just wait awhile. / And then when your my lovely wife I’ll know the time is right. / And then I’ll look you in the eyes without one ounce of doubt.
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projecteurs… on tourne ! / sorry it goes with the title and I don’t know how to translate this all yet… a little help… a shamrock in the role of a butterfly ^^ - / / Homepage feature (have to find the date it was) / 1 sale | 41 favorites | 990 views / / DSLR Sony A100 | DT 18-70mm Sony lens 3.5/5.5 | macro ring attached / 2 incandescent yellow bulbs / edited in Sony RAW for colors -> basic camera settings + curves / / this is part of Variance Collections (variation of colors from a same picture) / - / Copyrighted work / - / /
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I love the feeling of this piece. It has passion and is on fire. This was really an organic creation. I planned painting the dried rose in watercolour and didn’t plan drawing over the painting in black and red pens. I just got started and couldn’t stop. I love how the ink enhances the watercolour. It was a lot of fun daring myself.
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She rests among the mosses / A shrine of wood and wishes / In this quiet sunlit forest / She is peaceful, not forgotten. / Zazzle / DeviantART / - / a dryad-treestump maiden, who twisted into place, / my pencilling too messy, so wood flowed round her face. / And grasses grew around her, and roots twisted round her wrist, / and from the slender sapling behind her, rose a girl of leaves and mist. I rather liked the concept and the curvy way she posed, / so as soon as the tablet was mine again, a sketch on the screen arose… / It wasn’t quite abstract or anime, nor a gentle blushing bride / and so out of wood I carved her and let the paint decide, And the leaves spread out around her, as I sprinkled and I spun / And brown and green around her, the trees grew one by one. / The steps I saw quite clearly, but the details made me yawn / So I looked up ruins and flung dabs, until perspective was born. And moss and sunlight gathered and layers flowed and split / And the hours flew silently by, until I was forced to quit. / But the quiet woodland waited, and the headless idol watched / Until I woke this morning and added bark metallic and notched… And the trees sprang up behind, and the flowers crept over the steps / And the sun lanced through the trees and everywhere shadows crept… / Roses of orange and yellow were added on a whim / and in the offering bowl lies a lily blurred and dim. ‘Til at last I could not deny her, she had to have a head, / Although I tried to distract her by painting her fingers instead. / The shiny coins didn’t sway her, and empty was this wood, / until I shaped her a face and swept over her a hood. Then sprouted a few last flowers, and a twisting thorny vine / Along the lowest terrace, its thorns as dark as wine / But I’ve worked on this seven full hours and new ideas have grown, / So posting and moving on now, before my muse has flown.
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I painted this over the past two days. Size, 30×40” or 101.6×76.2cm. / Predominantly an acrylic on canvas. Over the recent weeks I am enjoying painting more than ever, I think its because I have finally let go of the outcome and instead enjoy the process more. After all, there is no such thing as a mistake. Please visit me at my blog
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tattoo design I did for my flash book
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The moonlight was shining through my front porch window as I gave my miniature roses a ‘bedtime shower’, and the light was beautifully highlighting certain areas, while silhouetting other parts of the rose buds. Hope you like it. / Thank you for looking. Best Viewed Large.
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One of our miniature roses, the same one as in my Moonlight shot, starting to bloom. / Taken immediately after it’s morning shower. Thank you for looking. / Hope you like it. Best viewed Large.
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Vector art background with decorativ floral ornament
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