Loving poem
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I carry your heart with me(i carry it in / my heart)i am never without it(anywhere / i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done / by only me is your doing,my darling) / i fear / not fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want / no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) / and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant / and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows / (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud / and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows / higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) / and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Poem by e. e. cummings
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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. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- After We Make Love / / I’ve been waiting such a long time / For a love that’s real to come my way / Gonna take some getting used to / Now that love is here to stay After we make love / It’s good to be lost in the afterglow / All I’m dreaming of / I just can’t let the feeling go After we make love / I feel I’ve been touched by / All that heaven and earth will allow / All that matters here and now Now the world is full of wonder / You’ve turned my life around in just one day / I love the spell you’ve put me under / Just one kiss can take my breath away All the lonely days and nights / Were well wroth going through / I’m so glad I didn’t give my heart away / So I could give it all to you Whitney Houston / Words and music by: Michael Masser, Gerry Goffin
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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. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / The Pearl Of My Ocean She goes / She goes / She floats / She floats As her destination / Was drawing to an end / She arrived to the coast / And rested at my port As the night closed by / There was nothing to do / But to admire her glow / Like a prism spreading light / And that night / Was the best moment of my life / Watching her quadricolour beauty laying by Shan Marc Enzo Russel Ahchoon
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Surgery of a Soul.
by Paul Louis VillaniSurgery of a soul In need of repair. / Tiny little instruments used with such care. / A spirit mechanic with a look of despair.
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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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I am a sap for romance… I like to be swept off my feet as they say. This shot is representation to me of what romance is. A sonnet by Mr. Shakespeare, ( 116), and a Jane Austen book ( Emma) and a rose( even if my favorite flower is a Daisy). / What can I say, I like to be romanced.
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Anthea – Photographer / Vanesse – Poet / Troy – Male Dancer / Vanessa – Female Dancer / Alateia – Production/Art Direction Joie de Vivre now works in collaboration with Vanesse from RebBubble beautiful poem “With You”. Please read her poem here and look at her other beautiful poems by searching Vanesse. With You I want to walk on a sandy beach / feeling the cool seabreeze / as it caresses my body / with the rays of the sunshine / warming me… I want to sit on a magnificent rock / at the peak of the highest mountain / underneath the tallest forest tree’s / with a cold crisp blanket of snow / covering everything around me… I want to dance / in the darkest desert night / under the light of the moon / and stars twilight; naked, / to the most beautiful / love songs written… But none of these would / fulfill me unless… / I shared them / WITH YOU!! By: Vanesse Cathleen
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Airbrush and mixed media Featured on the Home Page / (Thanks Everyone!) Featured In Pop Art / (Thanks Kitsmumma) Featured in I ♥ Patterns / (Thanks Jemimalovesbigted & Natalie) Featured In C.O.R.E. / (Thanks Ushna & theyellowfury) Featured In Dream & Fantasy Art / (Thanks Ana & Hal Featured In # 1 Artists Of RedBubble / (Thanks Isa & Everyone!) There’s more ocean in fish than fish in the ocean… Nature is wise, but Mankind… just bumbling fools. Learn from the living, watch water in motion, Don’t waste your time staring at small stagnant pools. Fish are content to live their life in water, Water is after all their life’s element. There’s no need for them to be an “achiever,” Living, staying alive… that’s accomplishment. But there was one fish wanting something “better”, He wanted “achievement,” he wanted a “first.” He leapt out of water, fins in quick flutter, Taking fast to the sky… but soon died of thirst… / / Poem by Peter. J. Oszmann © 2003 / (Check out his other written works they are a delight!) A.K.A. ” Alfred Fishcock ” For The Great Gregory For commissioned work you can contact Carrie at: carrie@carrieglennstudios.com and please visit Carrie Glenn Studios / CarrieGlennStudios.Com
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I know you are reading this poem as the underground train loses momentum and before running up the stairs toward a new kind of love your life has never allowed
by Amber GregoryCanon 350D, 50mmf/1.8 lens / Berkeley, California
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FOR ADAWG CHALLENGE Digital Abstract BANG! Sudden Expansion…Massive Explosion. The point at witch it all started, that is what this challenge is all about. / Show us your interpretation of the moment it all goes BOOM! UNFORGETTABLE
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Do you know the relationship that you are all looking for? Do you know what it really is? You want the relationship between you and you. And when you meet a person who looks fondly at you, or who is appreciative of you, or someone you look fondly upon, or someone you appreciate, it just hooks you up to your Inner Being, which is what you want all along. So the relationship you are all looking for is the relationship between you and you. And everything else is just helpful in that, really. Don’t you find that interesting? That what you really want is a reason to vibrationally connect with who you really are. And so, you ask so much of people because you say to them, “You need to be the one who causes me to feel good.” And what we want to say to all of you is: If any of you are without the relationship of your dreams right now, that’s a wonderful thing. Because now you have an opportunity to work on the relationship that really matters first and foremost. And then, in that connection, the relationship of your dreams will come. But you are going to discover the relationship of your dreams is really your own Inner Being. It’s that infusion of clarity and confidence and wellness, that’s what you are reaching for. And it is nice to have a human friend who holds you as their object of attention and adores you right into your connection. But we want you experience greater independence than that. We want you to say to you lovers, “I love you, but I don’t live for you. Because Source Energy flows through me. You are a catalyst to my wellbeing, but you are not essential to my wellbeing. Because I’ve got that figured out on my own. I have reached for thoughts that give me relief. And I have relieved myself all the way into my full connection of who I really am. And now we can just dance and play together.” Can you feel how you take them off the hook? In other words, do you know how many men would flock to you.? (ALL OF THEM!) .if they knew that you would allow them to be as they are and you would not hold them responsible for your happiness. That’s what everyone wants. How much bondage is there in believing that your happiness depends on me, so I’ve got to figure out what you want, and stand on my head in all those different ways, and it’s not even possible! The greatest gift you can give anyone is to be happy. And we will take that further. The greatest gift you can give to any partner, past, present or future is to be so connected with who you truly are that they are irrelevant to your connection. And when they are irrelevant to your connection, then you are going to have a really good time together / Abraham-Hicks..1999 Well now.. thats alot to think about.. smile.. Love you Guys,,, xox PLEASE VIEW LARGE Here’s the thought: “what would it be like to enter an elevator and get all of lifes questions answered…. you know the old fashion type of elevator.. with the pull metal door that perhaps now you only find in freight elevators… I have been and will be working on a images that I plan to use as a series for sale as art and as a book. Elevator Instructions…Have a peek at the others.. ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… BOOK 1..How to Live / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… How To Avoid Alienation / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… When Dad Leaves / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Loving Lifetimes / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Becoming Enlightened / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS…On Being Naked / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS.. On What Is Evil / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Writers Block / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Sailing Through Life / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Fanaticism
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Letting Art Go By:Linaji 2009 When I was 11 I used to cut school / Walk to the beach and pretend / I pretended I was loved / And I pretended I was beautiful I used to sit then on the sand / And pick up shells and use them as / A phone to my heart / Worried that I was not hearing Me! I did not know it then but / I wasn’t. I laid back and let tears roll down my cheeks / I laid back and heard the wind sweep across my belly / I laid back and shut my eyes to the bright new day / I laid back and dreamed I was loved / And light and gay… Sometimes when the weather was a mix of / Sun and clouds / And the smell of rain arose / I would get a feeling: / It had edges of smiles and tender pats on the backside / It had a feeling / I still get when I open my bed / And jump inside cause it is so cold / But I pull the covers over me and / Shiver shiver shiver / And laugh all the while I never asked anyone in the world if they do this / Or did. / But it feels exciting almost sexual and free.. And, alone on the beach with the wind sand and sea / I would feel this amazing loneliness that seemed to have / Jumped off from the shoulders of this expansive joy. / Like I just made something so beautiful / And had to let it go. That’s what I feel today / As I look at the strokes of love and the / Layers of light I just allowed into Being / Which for some damn reason, / Feels all at once beautiful / And all at once Lost. I seem to worry / Does that mean I lost a part of me? / Or / Have I released the latch? / The one that opens my heart / Once again, / To another realm of Creation
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I melt when you come down and curl up with me, / Candle drips and curly tips / Here you are my babyji / Sobbing lightly and descending to chill / Now I am attracted to you most / In all my senses / Participating / Available / Without thought or notion / Of where we began / Any of this… It is when you set all the vibrating ideas / Aside, / That spins you like a topsy tervy / Whirling dervish / And you box them up and pack them away / …..only for a moment, I know, / It is then that I see / You. / A Soul completely simple and basic / And here it is the loving of Us / That I feel / Nothing comes between us except / Maybe a fine smearing of tears, / Soon to be dried / Against the warmth of my skin. There is quiet / The quiet that makes me focus on the sound of our Kiss, / Or the complete understanding of my / Hands sliding over your skin / Then the involuntary intake of breath when I’ve Touched you / Somewhere that makes you feel / Grounded here / On the common waves of silence / Human and raw / Intertwined / Allowing your own sexuality / To call you in / And let my love speak in tones / That become the color of our world. Babyji and Co. / 2009 This was Co-Written / with my Heart. Thank you so much!!
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“Two Young Sorceres’s” – A Collaboration Of Two Artist’s Firstly I would like to apologise for adding this into my “Art” and not my “Writing” which is where my story belongs but at the time I did not know how to add the “Artwork” into my description. The Artwork belongs to AnneMei I would like to thank AnnMei for her kind consent of using her artwork to compliment the story! Please visit AnnMei” she is truly a wonderful Artist. This short story was inspired by the work of AnnMei called “Two Young Sorceress” We hope you enjoy this story as much as we enjoyed putting this together! FEATURED IN :- / 1) Dimensions – March 2009 2) Freedom In Words – March 2009 3) In – Between – March 2009 4) The Feature Fraternity – April 2009 5) Bits and Pieces – 21st April 2009 6) First Things Group – 17th May 2009 FEATURED, FEATURE IN :- / The Feature Fraternity Group – 31st March 2009 “Live Life For Today And Save A Smile For Somebody Tomorrow” – David “Two Young Sorceres’s” Copyright 2009 / All Rights Reserved – MCN: CE3A2-0A68E-8D118 / Two sisters Arina and Dasha had to stay at Grandpa’s house in the woods, whilst their Mum was in hospital having a baby. Well Grandpa’s old house was a big house and had lots of windows, chimneys and loads of shadows on the ground which was so scary, there was a big garden that went all around the house with brick walls as high as giants too! One day Grandpa told the girls to go and play upstairs whilst he washes his car outside, Arina and Dasha went upstairs and decided to play hide and seek, Dasha hid behind some big curtains, unfortunately Dasha forgot to hide her feet too. Arina shouts “Coming ready or not” well Arina looked up and down the long corridor and she saw these two little feet that were only half hidden. Arina pulled back the big heavy curtains and shouted gotcha! She had frightened Dasha but only for a moment as behind her was a secret door, they both looked at each other and smiled. Arina opened the door and saw stairs that were leading upwards towards the attic. Both girls went to investigate where the stairs led to, Arina turned the knob very slowly so as not to make a noise just in case someone was in the room! The door knob rattled a little and as she turned, the door was opening, there was a whooshing noise that rushed clean air into the loft! All of a sudden the room seemed to groan and then lit up and smelt so fresh and both girls rushed over to the window and saw grandpa still washing his car! They looked around the room and saw a big heavy chest over in the corner covered in cobwebs and dust they both went over to investigate! Dasha tried to open the lid but couldn’t budge it then Arina gave it a big push, suddenly the lid flew open and a bright light sprinkled gold flakes over the room, all of a sudden the room had disappeared and in its place was a bench on the hill, there was a lovely smell of grass and fluffy clouds floating by. The girls now very excited looked into the big case and pulled out some old clothes one pair of striped socks, two gold speckled dress’s, two black tea-shirts and two weird looking black hats oh and one pair of arm length pink gloves and a pink sash with a bow on it! The girls hurriedly changed clothes, Arina wore the socks, dress, tea-shirt, pink gloves that reached up to her elbows, she then put her hair in a bun and put the black hat on, wow she looked a scary sight but she also looked cute in a way.Dasha had no socks to put on or any pink gloves, so she put on the skirt and black tea-shirt and tied the pink sash around her waist it looked nice with the bow, a double WOW, WOW these two young ladies now looked like the fairytale Sorcerer’s! As soon as the hats went on a shudder came over them, then a fantastic feeling of power came over them too! The girls saw lots of Wooden Tracks in a pile, so they both decided to build a train track. It took them hours they thought, as they had managed to lay the tracks all over the hills and across the dales it didn’t take them as long as they thought only because they were wearing their magical hats! After the girls had finished building the tracks they decided that they had earned a rest, so they found a park bench on the crest of a hill. They both went over and sat down on the seat, Arina took off her left sock and draped it over the arm of the bench complaining it was too tight and that it hurt her toes, then she put her hands underneath her chin with a look of deep thought, now Arina always had a soft spot for steam trains and loved Thomas The Tank Engine she thought with a smile “wouldn’t it be lovely if a steam train come along our track just like Thomas” she then thought “no it won’t happen but wouldn’t it be nice if it did!” Dasha looks on playing with a wooden doll that she had found behind the bench all bound up with string. As Dasha was removing the string she said “He looks like Pinocchio but from now on I will call him Pinoch, then all of a sudden she shouts out making Arina Jump, “I think I saw him smile and wink his eyes at me!” Dasha couldn’t believe it ………. Was it true? she thought or did I imagine it? Dasha’s blonde hair had now come undone and fell down her left side. All of a sudden there was a sound Woo Woo, Chuff Chuff Arina and Dasha looked at each other and turned round quickly, they saw a wooden steam train hurtling down the track towards them, steam coming out from the funnel. The girls jumped for joy it looked so big and so real! All of a sudden the train stopped near the bench, Dasha noticed a tear in Pinoch’s eye, she wiped the tear away and Pinoch gave a little grin,Dasha shouted to Arina “Pinoch has come to life, quick come and look!” The young girls looked at each other amazed as Pinoch had somehow come alive! A little voice said “Oh thank you so much for setting me free, I have been tied up with string and I have been behind the bench for a long, long time and you came by and saved me!” The girls still amazed that Pinoch could talk, they asked him where do you come from? Where do you live?” Pinoch replied “I live right over there in Wood Town” pointing over to the hills, “My friends and I were playing and we play tie up and we have to roll down the hill! Unfortunately there was a big wind and I got blown from down the valley and up the dales and I landed here, it’s a good job the bench had stopped me rolling over to the next hill, I don’t know where I am really, can you help me please to get back home?” Arina and Dasha looked at each other and thought, and thought with their imaginations working, they both looked at the train and went to see the driver. Unfortunately there wasn’t any driver all that was in the train cab was a note and two buttons, one being green for “On” and the other being red for “Off” there was a dial to put in your destinations and also a chord for the whistle too. Well the girls said to Pinoch we will have to try it and see what happens so they all get on board feeling excited with their new friend and new adventure! Pinoch put in the destination Wood Town and Arina pressed the green button and the train started up and began to increase in speed. Dasha pulled the chord for the whistle the train was getting up to speed and the smoke was coming from the funnel. Over the dales and over the hills they went they saw wooden ladybirds and wooden mice and a wooden farmer on his wooden tractor waving. They finally arrived in Wood Town, Dasha pressed the red button and the train slowed right down and stopped, they were greeted by a big crowd of wooden people, clapping their hand and jumping for joy. The girls had brought their friend Pinoch back home! / A wooden helicopter flew by very low and the pilot shouted “Thank goodness you have found our friend we thought we had lost him for sure, I have been searching for him for weeks! Pinoch jumped off the train and shouted thank you to the girls. / Dasha looked at the dial in the cab and put in “Park Bench” and Arina pressed the green button for go! The train started to move and the girls waved at all the people and shouted goodbye, they saw Pinoch who was running after the train shouting for joy as he blew them a kiss to say thank you and farewell. Arina pulled the chord and the train whistled as it sped away from Wood Town! Over the hills and down the dales they went. It seemed a long journey but didn’t they have some fun? The train came up towards the top of the hill and they could see the park bench, Dasha pressed the red button and the train slowed down and stopped. The girls got off the train and stretched right out as it had been a long journey. They sat on the bench and Arina said to Dasha “ Do you know what we have done today?” Dasha replied “Yes we have built a train track all around this beautiful countryside, and I found Pinoch and took all that string off him, we caught the train and took him home to Wood Town, on the way we saw a wooden mouse, a wooden ladybird, a wooden farmer on his wooden tractor, we saw a wooden helicopter and loads of wooden people too, we have done a lot in one day haven’t we?” / Arina replied “Yes we have, but isn’t it funny because it was like a magical mystery tour we did and I think it is something to do with when we opened that large trunk in Grandpa’s attic there was gold flakes floating around and the room changed into hills and dales and we put the hats on and we shuddered I think they have turned us both into Sorcerer’s! “Oh heck” shouts Arina, “it’s Grandpa, he’s shouting us,” the girls took off their hats and as soon as they did the hills and dales had disappeared altogether and they were back in Grandpa’s attic. “Girls are you up there?” “Yes Grandpa” the girls shouted back and quickly undressed and put their own clothes back on. They looked out of the little window in the attic and saw Grandpa outside just finishing washing his car. As they closed the door behind them the room creaked back to it’s normal state, dusty and their was no evidence that the girls had ever been in there! The girls went outside to Grandpa’ and gave him a huge hug and kiss, Grandpa said “Have you been playing nicely girls?” they answered back “Yes Grandpa we have!” / “Good” Grandpa replied “Guess what girls? We are going to see your Mum in hospital and your baby brother too!” The girls jumped up and down they were so pleased that Mum was alright and that they had a baby brother too. The girls gave Grandpa a big hug and a kiss, Grandpa was leaking as a little tear came from Grandpa’s eyes because he was so happy and loved his family!
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It’s all about light in the Mantra of Love.
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They were out on the same walk She saw buildings / He saw the sky She saw shadows / He saw the shadows of birds that fly She saw a crack / He saw a crevice She saw a hole / He saw a ditch She saw the homeless / He saw the rich She saw a rock / He saw a diamond When they got home they looked into each other’s eyes, / How shall we ever agree on this life at the same time? / They said all at once / Well… / She said / We must learn to revel in our differences / Lets go against society, / Every time I see differently or you do / Lets break out the champagne and the sweet meats / Every time one sees a problem.. Lets celebrate for the other / Every time one sees a solutions lets do it again … / Celebrate / Celebrate each other.. And then we will loose track of / Perfect timing cause every moment will be just perfect!! So they made a pact and they went for walks / When she saw buildings and he saw the sky they both / Were so happy for what the other was seeing it was like they were seeing EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE. / It was like it did not matter any more who saw what when or where; It just mattered that they were together. / And guess what? / THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER… TEE HEE / THE END Linaji 2009
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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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For My Love / 8” x 12” Acrylic / . / Music by : Claude Barzotti. / . . / Featured in The New Beat Generation / . / . / .
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The Silken Crane The silken crane / folds in the snowlight of sleep when it wakes we are looped in its prayer. I wake in her vapour / and praise her sweet wings. I know a horizon that bends to the music she sings. Love is longing, / growing like a choir of reeds / on the tender hairline / of speech. Its words I will wear / like ribbons of crystal / chiming in the rain when the sun weeps. A thousand thankyous to mimi yoon for lending me this breathtaking image!
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This is the last part of my new series of “Moon Dancer”, different colours and more painterly than my usual work. Digital Fine Art in oil painting style, by Maria Szollosi a.k.a. MARISKA August / 2009. A big thanks to Anaisnais for inspiring this image – she has written a truly awesome poem – I think we can all relate to it! / ” I DO ” by Anaisnais As I lay down close beside you, / in the stillness of the night. / I can hear your breathing penetrate, / the peaceful pulse of life. I move up close and hold you, / feel the warmth your body glows. / I know the depth of love within your face, / each line – a story holds. You turn your face to se me, / I feel each move you make. / You hold me tight but tenderly, / as we cherish the love we take. And we plan our lives before us, / the babes that we shall raise; / at a time that’s right for all we must / for it’s life that we create. A love to share forever. / A gift from me to you / For life is so much to treasure – / I give my all – in vows, ’ I do’. 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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First place in Digital Art Compilations Group WRITERS AND ARTISTS TOGETHER challenge Thanks to everyone who voted! Digital Fine Art in oil painting style, by Maria Szollosi aka MARISKA September / 2009. COLLABORATE ARTWORK Please view large. This image was inspired by the very talented artist ANAISNAIS poem ’’Ode to a rose”’’. / Thank you dear Anna-Marie to let me share your wonderful poem here.:0)) xoxox ODE TO A ROSE ON SUNSET / by Anaisnais A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, / As the clouds dip into the sea. / A kiss from that rose as the waves fall, / Over the beach to a rose kissed me. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, / As we wrap into lovers embrace. / A kiss from that rose as homeward we go, / To a bed clothed in satin and lace. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, / With passion and warmth do we grasp. / A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms, / My hand in her labour pain clasp. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, / That wanton and curvy young bride. / A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe, / So loving, in motherly pride. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, / Without whom I’d not shared my life. / A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled, / The place of my darling rose wife! anaisnais© More illustrations of this work : 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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The most joyful Owl spirit on the face of the earth / as a worldwide party helps to celebrate my birth I’ve asked for an echoing soul to be felt and heard / and received many blessings while I play with words The creative exchange between chosen family and friends / fuels beliefs intently of the up and coming universal trends The vibrant colors of life and heART of love that is shared / is a life-long dream realized, as our futures are prepared A cycle has developed and harvested spiritual growth / as minds, bodies and spirits intertwine in divine oath With deepest thanks and gratitude that reaches the stars / I’m honored to be part of this community we call ours ♥ (c)tkrosevear 10/18/2009 my heart and soul just dance with you all… I just want to Celebrate… Image created with Wacom pen, colored in photoshop7, as well as a lil’ Redfield plug-in fractilius
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I Still Live My Song
by lianneI still live my song, this rhapsody, / a song that is mine alone to sing, / my anthem, my signature piece, / my melodic madrigal of many ver…
Plainsong is monophonic, consisting of a single, unaccompanied melodic line. It is in free, rather than measured, rhythm. Similar to chant. / A madrigal is a type of secular vocal music composition, written during the Renaissance music and early Baroque music eras. Especially during the late 16th century, composers were ingenious in their use of so-called “madrigalisms” — passages in which the music assigned to a particular word expresses its meaning, for example, setting riso (smile) to a passage of quick, running notes which imitate laughter, or sospiro (sigh) to a note which falls to the note below. / A ballad is a form of verse, often a narrative story and set to music. It is also used to describe a type of lyric which resembles a madrigal though it is usually sung as a solo piece.
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