Love poetry
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It may be difficult to see the writing on the image on your computer, so I’ve added it here to make is easier. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did creating it. Thanks for looking! It’s Because Of You This has been / The best time of my life / And it’s because of you / I now know what it means / To really love and really be loved / And it’s because of you / I awake every morning / To cherish each and every day / And it’s because of you / My life / Is filled with love / And my love is full of life / And it’s because of you / It is / Because of you _ / Check out more of my art from these categories: / Holiday Cards / Abstracts / Sketches / Birds / Seascapes/Landscapes/Sunsets / / Subscribe to art updates / Subscribe to T-shirt updates / Become a fan on FaceBook / Add me as a friend on FaceBook / Follow me on Twitter _ /
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Abandoned and Hungry. kambari child. Taken in Kebbe state. Nigeria.Please help us to help as many extreme Poverty Children as possible 15 years ago, I dedicated the remainder of my life to empowering extreme poor and sick children in remote and isolated village sin Africa. To provide Food, shelter, Medicines and Love to those who do not have, or cannot help themselves. Without a salary God has blessed me with the heart of love that keeps me committed to helping the poor. We need your prayers and help to reach many like this precious child. I am inspired by God who has given me a real passion to help as many suffering people in isolated and remote villages in Africa. 100% of all proceeds from sale of all my art or donations made via our charity website goes toward our Charity Projects in Deep Rural Africa. Please log onto our Charity website for information, Video clips and Photograph’s. / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ View all my art at: / http://www.redbubble.com/people/joshuatree1 Camera: Canon EOS 400D / Lens: EF70-300. ISO 400 WB: Daytime setting. Exposure Auto. Shutter speed: 1/500sec.
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100% OF ALL PROCEEDS FROM SALES OF MY ART OR DONATED ART GOES TO PHILADELPHIA MISSION, A REGISTERED CHARITY. WE WORK WITH EXTREME POOR SICK AND DISABLED IN ISOLATED AND RURAL AFRICAN VILLAGES. This is Violet aged 15 years old. She works in the fields from sunrise to sunset. Her Parents are dead. Violet works the small plot of land hoping to grow enough food for herself, her three younger brothers and sick Grandfather. she has a disability caused by Rickets, a disease that is common here. Her upper and lower limbs are bowed outwards. Yet Violet must force herself to work, or her dependants will starve. Please help us to help her and many more like her. This poem was beautifully written by a very talented poet and Writer called Adgray. God Bless you for wring this fitting piece . Does she dream of dancing and movies and fun / this girl with the faraway eyes / Has she the wish to kiss Brad Pit / Did she cry when Heath Ledger died? / What does she wish for when Christmas comes? / an ipod or mobile phone? / Does she complain there’s no chocolate again / in the fridge when she gets home. We complain we don’t have enough to survive / Money to cover our bills / and purchase the service and goods we desire / AND the luxury home in the hills / But where does it say life must be this way / That we have and she has not / That our world be of greed luxury and games / and hers of pain and hard lot. I look in the depths of these faraway eyes / and I think of my own teenage life / How I struggled with that I was expected to do / and rebelliously got into strife / I look at my own daughter of fifteen years / And know how I fiercely protect her / I support all her learnings and all her dreams / and use all my wisdom to guide her. But they are similar these girls far apart / for my daughter also cares for her home / She looks out for her younger siblings as well / and is rarely allowed to roam. And I wonder if having is really a curse / for to have not enough creates stress / equal to that of not enough food / but granted the consequence is less I shall show all my children these faraway eyes / for this girl is also one of their peers / their ages are similar their wants must compare / how I long to abate all her tears / I cannot succeed in my western world life / I struggle myself to survive / But oh how I wish I could lavish life’s gifts / On those beckoning faraway eyes. Arthor; adgray. / http://www.redbubble.com/people/adgray I invite all to please visit Philadelphia Mission Africa Charity website: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Donate your art and save a child’s life! See all my work in groups at:http://www.redbubble.com/people/joshuatree1 Canon:EOS 400D. Lens: Canon 300mm Zoom. ISO 100 / [AS IS]
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Adonidia Merrillii / Veitchia merrillii / Manilla Palm / Tropical Gardens of Maui Hawai’i Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / Ourjrny / The Heart Within the Art / All Rights Reserved “What is homing? It is the instinct to return, to go to the place we remember. It is the ability to find, whether in dark or in daylight, one’s home place. We all know how to return home. No matter how long it’s been, we find our way. we go through the night, over strange land, through tribes of strangers, without maps and asking of the odd personages we meet along the road, “What is the way?” The exact answer to “Where is home?” is more complex…. but in some way it is an eternal place, a place somewhere in time rather than space, where a woman feels of one piece. Home is where a thought or feeling can be sustained instead of being interrupted or torn away from us because something else is demanding our time and attention. And through the ages women have found myriad ways to have this, make this for themselves, even when their duties and chores were endless.” an excerpt from Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi /
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transformational prophetic innocence …...brilliant and unafraid…full of vision and heart minus the judge. i was inspired to share this after reading ben’s taylor’s story ( karin’s lovely son) he is an achiever of wondrous things!
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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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How Many Sold so far – 5 tees sold / / / A Christmas Wish A star to light your way / A tree to help you breathe / A heart to help you live a poem written by Karin Taylor —-—-—-—-—-—-- / Created with coloured pencils/marker/pastels on paper / I have kept the price down to $3.99 instead of the usual / $4.95 because it’s a Christmas card….. —-—-—-—-—-—-- / today i was talking to Coppertrees / and she challenged me to come up with something / to do with a beautiful poem she’d loaded and a xmas / tree she’d created…. I came up with the idea…that tiny things are just as important as big things…. / a tiny heart gifts as much life as a huge heart / a tiny tree gives us air to breathe / a tiny star provides light to guide us….. It matters not that things are small, or have small beginnings, they are still worthwhile, as worthwhile as the big things, and as it says in the song / from little things big things grow / /
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‘TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER ‘TIS the last rose of summer, / Left blooming alone ; / All her lovely companions / Are faded and gone ; / No flower of her kindred, / No rose-bud is nigh, / To reflect back her blushes, / Or give sigh for sigh. I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one ! / To pine on the stem ; / Since the lovely are sleeping, / Go sleep thou with them. / Thus kindly I scatter / Thy leaves o’er the bed, / Where thy mates of the garden / Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, / When friendships decay, / And from Love’s shining circle / The gems drop away. / When true hearts lie wither’d, / And fond ones are flown, / Oh ! who would inhabit / This bleak world alone ? Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
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This is Grace and she lives in Tunga/Zuga Village, deep in remote Nigeria. In December 2007, I uploaded Her Photographs and since then many people in Redbubble have been touched by her Beauty and illness. Through the kindness of some here on redbubble, We were able to purchase medicines to save her life. grace was dying from intestinal worms. This is because the village has no clean water. I spoke to our Volunteer worker today who is staying in the village, and he has informed me that Grace is now making a great recovery. Praise God. There are many Like Grace who die each year in agony. We are making a difference. Please pray and help us reach many more like grace. We need your gifts. It many be money, Skills, Talent, Prayer or simply sharing our work with others. You can truly save a child’s life. 100% of all proceeds from sales of art, and donations made via our Charity website goes toward helping these precious suffering people in Isolated and remote Africa. Camera: canon EOS 400D. LENS: Canon EF70-300 IS USM. ISO: 100. Shutter Speed 1/500 sec. WB: auto Focus: centre weighed
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PLEASE READ THIS. UPDATE: 11/7/2009 Sadly Little Anna has passed on to be with God. She died on Monday Monday 6th July at 4.35am. our Medical officer [pastor Joshua] and his wife our senior nurse were with her. We just did not have the money to pay for her hospital treatment. Although we pleaded with the hospital Senior medical team, they said they needed $1800 to cover the operation and after-care. Thank you to everyone who was praying for Anna. She is now at peace with our Lord. Please pray for Joan and Samuel, her parents. This was their last born child. ALL PROCEEDS FROM SALE OF MY ART, OR DONATIONS MADE VIA OUR CHARITY WEBSITE, GOES DIRECT TO HELP EXTREME POOR, SICK AND DISABLED IN RURAL AND REMOTE VILLAGES IN NIGERIA.. ANY DONATION MADE FROM 27TH MARCH WILL BE USED TO HELP ANNE. WHEN WE HAVE RAISED ENOUGH, THE DONATIONS WILL THEN BE USED TO HELP OTHERS. Donations can be made via Philadelphia Mission Africa Charity website: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Camera: Canon EOS400D. Lens: Canon 70-300 zoom.
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Blowing memory bubbles in my mind’s eye / The inner child once lost, is now satisfied, No time for childhood, has long since gone past / Creative play and expressive fun, now a blast, Lost in the shadows of life’s time and space / Profoundly regained in moments of grace, Within me again, so proud to loudly report / With no fear of traumas’ outing transport, Little bubble fae nestled safely in my skin / To love, respect , honor and listen herein, N’er again will I lose you, nor ignore your cry / Your imaginative spirit gives us the wings to fly. ©tkrosevear 3/30/2009 Processing a splintering of soul, retrieving my four year old self ~ lost and unheard until recently. Photograph of Bubble merged with self-recollected drawing of myself at play with wings of dragonfly (illusions), merged and edited in photoshop7 with lens flares and redfield plug-in fractilius as final filters. InnerChild
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On the surface of the world right now there is / war and violence and things seem dark. / But calmly and quietly, at the same time, / something else is happening underground / An inner revolution is taking place / and certain individuals are being called to a higher light. / It is a silent revolution. / From the inside out. From the ground up. / This is a Global operation. / A Spiritual Conspiracy. / There are sleeper cells in every nation on the planet. / You wont see us on the T.V. / You wont read about us in the newspaper / You wont hear about us on the radio / We don’t seek any glory / We don’t wear any uniform / We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles / Most of us work anonymously / We are quietly working behind the scenes / in every country and culture of the world / Cities big and small, mountains and valleys, / in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands / You could pass by one of us on the street and not even notice / We go undercover / We remain behind the scenes / It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit / But simply that the work gets done / Occasionally we spot each other in the street / We give a quiet nod and continue on our way / During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs / But behind the false storefront at night / is where the real work takes a place / Some call us the Conscious Army / We are slowly creating a new world / with the power of our minds and hearts / We follow, with passion and joy / Our orders come from from the Central Spiritual Intelligence / We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no one is looking / Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Movies ~ Kind words ~ / Smiles ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Social activism ~ Websites ~ Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness… / We each express ourselves in our own unique ways / with our own unique gifts and talents / Be the change you choose to see in the world / That is the motto that fills our hearts / We know it is the only way real transformation takes place / We know that quietly and humbly we have the / power of all the oceans combined / Our work is slow and meticulous / Like the formation of mountains / It is not even visible at first glance / And yet with it entire tectonic plates / shall be moved in the centuries to come / Love is the new religion of the 21st century / You don’t have to be a highly educated person / Or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it / It comes from the intelligence of the heart / Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings / Be the change you choose to see in the world / Nobody else can do it for you / We are now recruiting / Perhaps you will join us / Or already have. / All are welcome / The door is open. / / —-author unknown A dear friend, Carolion Grailbear, sent this to me yesterday via a forwarded email – could not resist it being a part of my Earth Day celebration, and yours… Let’s work together stock earth photo edited in photoshop7 with Redfield plug-in fractilius filter, text and contrast
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today i wrote you a poem...
by Jordan Bussontoday i wrote you / a poem / and in it i whispered / a solitary secret / meant for you alone
today i wrote you poem… / jordan busson. 21 june 2009.
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One more photo composite. FEATURED in Gods and Goddesses ~ many thanks to the group hosts! Beautiful female model, with thanks! / Handsome guy~with thanks! This photo was inspired by the brilliant poetic work of Linaji who gave me permission to post her poem, Skip This Moment. Profound thanks and abundant hugs to Linaji!! Skip This Moment / I want to skip this moment, / It is painful / Pain / Feeling a squeeze in the eyes / tightening of the forehead / Solar plexus feels the beginnings of / The pinpointed black hole / Insatiable and resistant / Sucking sounds like moans from a moth / Mind goes foggy this time as / I don’t want to know / why / Cause I know / Why / I want to skip this moment / It is painful, / No torture legislation needed nor / CIA sponges soaking me drowning me / Perhaps that is preferable / Just that feeling I won’t have what / I want / Feeling the first drops roll down my / Cheek / The left one. / The words start to form in the brain / ‘I miss him’ Linaji 2009
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FEATURED IN THE IMAGEWRITING GROUP I held Time in my hand once… / It gathered the light of the sun / And filled itself with life / It’s rainbow of colours seemed only for me / They warmed my heart / And nourished my soul. / My eyes opened to its simple joys. / I held time tightly / but as gently as I could. / It seemed it would last forever / But each petal soon tired and fell / Carried away by the winds that blow. / (They are always hungry for change) / Yet the center of time has held fast / To a stubborn stalk that endures / The settings of the sun, / And the winds that always blow… / So I hold fast / And can reach easily through time / In both directions / But it is here… / Now… / That I find peace. / I can smile / With the sun on my face / And remember / The birth of my soul. / ~ Karen Tillotson /
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Every day she holds out her hand and offers them to us… / Every day, her gifts await our open eyes / and open hearts. / Will you stop, recognize, and receive these gifts? / Or will you, trapped within your own giftless cycles, / walk blindly by. / The choice is yours. Our beautiful planet brings these gifts to us….. / and our spirits endow us with these powerful expressions of our soul…... This is my gift – little glimpses of that which inspires me daily – with much love, to my friends here on redbubble…. you know who you are…all of you. xxxx
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PLEASE TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO READ THIS. I am an Irish artist and missionary working with extreme poor in Africa and India. In this one camp 52 children suffer from Intestinal worm infection, and the death rate is very high. This is due to lack of clean water. The is Akuti, an Indian gypsy girl aged 11 years. Her name means ‘Princess’ and she really is a Gypsy princess. But she, like almost all of her people, the Nara_Kar-Avars (gypsy children), are treated with contempt and rejection, and denied even the basics of life. To be born a Gypsy under Hindu religion is to be born into the lowest of the lowest casts. / Known as Outcasts and treated as Untouchables, Akuti and many millions like her face a life with little hope. / She has never gone to school, as her parents barely earn enough to feed her, and cannot afford the £70-$130 per year they need for school fees, uniform and text books. My passion and mission in life is not just to pray and preach to these precious people, but to provide clothing, and the cost of school fees, medical care, and provide tools to help them earn or make a living. / The Philadelphia Mission is a small underfunded, yet effective British charity doing just that in India and Africa. We need you, my friend, to help us do much more. Become part of this mission today! Sow a seed into the life of Akuti and other children in real and terrible need. All PROCEEDS from the SALE of my ART, or DONATIONS made VIA our CHARITY WEBSITE GO to HELP EXTREME POOR and SICK in ISOLATED and RURAL VILLAGES in AFRICA and INDIA. / We TAKE NOTHING out of what YOU GIVE to the Philiadelphia Mission Charity for our Overhead or Support at all. We are NOT SALARIED and we each COVER our OWN expenses, so ALL that YOU GIVE GOES to these CHILDREN To make a donation, or find out more, Please visit our Charity Mission website* / (http://www.philadelphia33.org/) “See 4 DVD CLIPS of our work in Africa and India“:http://www.youtube.com//PhiladelphiaMission(http://www.youtube.com//PhiladelphiaMission) Camera: Canon EOS400D. Lens: Canon EF70-300 IS USM. WB: Auto. ISO:400. [Taken in natural light].
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and I hand you my heart / like a freshly cut rose in the garden of the golden morning- / Vive l’amour Inspired by my poems: / Today, I’m Going To Say I Love You / La Vie en Rose I wanted fall-like (orange, deep red tones) for this piece. I thought it would capture the romantic aspect of my poems. Medium is colored pencil and watercolor on drawing paper / measurement: 18” x 24”
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...am feeling very expressive today trying to spreadin’ the love with my heART …you might need somebody ......
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I wait by the sea / we’ve never met / but our souls have been entwined / for centuries long / Your spirit spins through my heart / and through my core / like a cleansing rain / that fills the crevices left by time / Like music, you breath deep into me / sweeping away the bruises of life / with your love / I feel you when I close my eyes / and listen to the sound / that makes my heart sing yet yearn / for your presence / upon, within, around me / We may never meet / but I know you’re there / in this life / ....or another I wrote the poem first, but felt the need for an image to go with it, so here it is – this is a reworked version of Voyager Dreaming.
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(please listen to the music as it adds to the viewing experience) Again, conflicts press heavily upon me. / I ask if what I do be right? / I weigh the thoughts inside of of me, / Longing to answer my cries with insight. Changes have come so quickly; / I am not as I was before. / Yet through these I still ponder, / Have I come to another door? Will someone not listen? / Will someone not hear? / I ask for understanding / Yet am confronted with fear! I am not alone, / But does anyone see / These unanswered questions / That now trouble me? Perhaps I ask too much. / Perhaps I am unfair. / All I know is unknowing / And my continual tears. . . a rhonda original© HONORABLY FEATURED: / Dec. 4 #1 Artists of Redbubble / / C.O.R.E. / Contrasting beauty with pain. The outside world’s perception was of a happily married, beautiful young wife & mother. Inside was a different story. Not the DREAM but a NIGHTMARE. . . A collaboration – a photo of my youngest sister Linda taken by my middle sister Lana. I scanned it & used a decay technique in Photoshop using masking, texture & displacement maps / - Thanks for looking. . . —-—-— --—-—-—— / / The Kaleidoscope / Created from this image – hope you enjoy it. . – - Insight: At times this was how I saw what was happening to my sister when her husband (now ex) would belittle her & tell her no one but him would ever want her. / Always beautiful, she is now happily remarried and a very successful business executive for a large company – him, not so much. . . karma. . . . :o) / - / – - – - – - – - —-—-—-- – - – - – - – - / Music: Enigma – I Love You I’ll Kill You
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mom
by Isa Rodriguezmy cousin , iris also known as Happyfeet 5.. wrote a poem entiled.. let me paint you a mona lisa. from the love she has for my mom .. she saw this image I trook of mom while she was napping :). / simply no other name in the world but mom can stir up my soul in a whirl pf giggles and endearment and love this is my momma!. and to tell you the truth. . right now as I see her , I cry cause I want to run to her. / she lives in Puerto Rico . 83 years of a lovely person , a mother, a friend , and she will always look you right in the eyes when she talks and usually touches you when she talks to you too . :) .. she cant help it.. lol..
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Though many years have passed, since I held you last- / you’re still in my heart and on my mind. / and when I think of you, as I often do- / then I wonder do you ever think of me. Yes, I wonder do you ever think of me- / or am I just forgotten history. I go to sleep at night, and dream about you- / and of our faded love of long ago. / and when I wake up dear, and know that you’re not here- / then I wonder do you ever dream of me. Yes, I wonder do you ever dream of me- / or am I not even a subconscious memory. The years have come and gone, memories linger on- / that time can not erase or time replace. / and when I think of you, as I often do- / then I wonder do you ever think of me. Yes, I wonder do you ever think of me- / or am I just a faded memory. Inspired by conversations with a dear friend…
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