Nature poetry
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Skeleton of desert plant. Studio still life. Photo based mixed medium image. Extreme image softness, textures, and grain.
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Skies alight with burning fire / Smouldering with clouds of grey / Flashing yellows, to admire / Blinding light in dancing play / To what power can compare / This awesome sight that we behold / What could make a person stare / And make a story here unfold / A feline, such a stunning beast / Who’s beauty cannot be denied / Such beauty for thine eyes to feast / Of shimmered gold and blackened hide / The leopard proudly takes her stance / They say her spots cannot be changed / And while she makes her perfect dance / To want to would just be deranged / By Julie Langford . Julie Langford whom we all know and love here at RedBubble, approached me when I posted the original Poser excited at doing a collaboration where she would apply a sunset to the image. I accepted, and needless to say the result is stunning as you see before you! But then, Julie asked if I would like her to write some prose to accompany the piece when I posted it, and again I accepted. The poem is also hers, and I must say she has made me proud! We hope you all enjoy this collaboration or as I like to call it a “Coolaboration”! I am going to pledge to donate 100% of all sales proceeds from cards and prints of this beautiful collage to Wildlife Conservation Society / / / / / / / Portfolio Areas / Tigers / Wildlife / Macro / Landscape / Birds / Abstracts / Cats~wild and domestic
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Black-chinned hummingbird nectar feeding. /
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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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This is from the series Mars Attack “The Passover” The visitors are passing directly over us as we look in wonder. / All eyes are glued to the sky as we stand and tremble. / The dog is barking at the sky I wonder if he knows? / That soon our whole worlds gonna change forced on us by strangers! / My minds confused as I stand and look what the hell is going on? / Just last week we were in the church praying to Baby Jesus. / But this has put a different player in to my religion. / I wonder who he’s praying to or even if he cares! / My wife’s still looking at the sky as I struggle with my mind. / And all my neighbors are in a trance as this thing go’s by. / And little Trudi’s standing there she’s peed in her new blue jeans. / And her friend Kim from down the street has done the same thing too. / And Mike the guy who’s always ready to come and play some cards. / Is on his knees in his front yard praying up to God. / My mind is still a little foggy as I look to all my neighbors and then Judi comes up to me and says she’s really frightened. / It looks to me that everyones scared as we look at it pass by. / And then I hear someone start to scream so loud it waked me from my thoughts. / Its Janis who’s from the next block over she’s the local artist. / I guess this night will get her busy painting brand new things no more fruit on little tables for this pretty lady. / She’s pointing in the other direction and oh Lord what’s that I see? / As far as my eyes will go are these giant flying sauces. / We all stand and look up at the sky I think someone has fainted! / Yep its Fred my kinky neighbor this is even too much for him as he’s passed out on the front yard in his pink rubber suit. / As far as my eyes will take me its full of flying saucer I guess these things aren’t joking now it looks like they mean business! / And running down the streets towards us is my online friend named Karen. / She’s telling everybody that these things are gonna kill us all. / I tell her to sit on the grass and take a little break if they had wanted us dead it would of been all over. / So here we stand all looking up and all that I can see is the sky so full of visitors to bring a change to our blue Planet! End of Part 4
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Sorrow of Indian Summer She asked if I had any memories / I lie and utter yes, a couple. / How sad that must be for you, / I lie and utter no. / Do you miss her, / I lie and utter no. / Is the soul swallowing darkness / deep within my icey gaze / not transparent enough? / It is so sad, I am so sorry for you, / I lie and utter thanks. / Dead is dead, matters not how, or why, or who. / Once gone, forgotten or not, / dead is dead, woman or beast, / least of least, rest in peace.
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This was the other photograph from my day at the Zoo. I see the sun rise in the distance as I wait for you my love. / You promised me your swift arrival filled with love for me. / I wait as told for your arrival in your favorite place. / But here I sit and you’ve not come its been forever and a day. / This is the place where we first kissed it seemed like yesterday. / The years have passed too fast as they always do. / I sit and wait for you to come to comfort me this day. / But like the days before this one your presence is not felt. / I sit and wait for you to come have you forgotten me? / We talked about this special place that meant so much to us. / It was here that I first stole a kiss and caused your face to blush. / And here was where we made our plans if we might wed. / And it’s here that I gave you a ring to say you were my love. / And here it was that you told me you would have my son. / I wait for you before the sun each and every morning. / Its bright rays sing your name as I wait for you. / But no where in the distant do I see your smile. / Have you forgotten me my love I wait for you to come? / You passed so many years ago did you forget your promise? / I’ll wait for you forever more I’ve not forgotten you. / And with the passing of my soul I’ll wait and wait for you. / Until the sun comes no more I’ll sit and wait for you. /
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This is one of the flowers from my trip to the Zoo. I see the light to you my love its rays come down to me. / I sit an wait for you to come as you smile down on me. / I stumble in my mind each day for one moments hope. / That you will come down from above and kiss me once again. / I wait and wait I see you there your rays give me new hope. / I know your smiling down on me but a kiss is what I want. / I want to feel you in my arms the way I use to feel. / And then look in your stunning eyes and kiss your lips again. / I wait until I go to sleep to come to you each night. / But well aware that this is a dream the pain is twice as bad. / I wish for comfort from this pain that I might live again. / But each night that I go to sleep this dream with you brings pain. / I wake my pillows always stained with tears from missing you. / I wish that it was you that lived and me that should of died.
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This isn’t one of the flowers from my show and “Poems for Her” but will be in my book! Dawn Breaks before my eyes and your six thousand miles away. / I see the fire start to rise right before my eyes. / I feel the flea’s inside my shirt biting down on me. / And I think about you in our bed safe without me. / Dawn breaks another day its been two years of this. / It seems to me that this dry place has made me hate the sun. / And as I look out on the horizon all that I can see, is sand forever and then forever more. / Dawn breaks before my eyes I wonder who has died. / I hear mortar fire far off in the hills I bet its them again… killing some of us. / Dawn breaks its night where you are. / Safe in our green land. / I can smell your hair and feel your skin as I look at this dry place. / I see your smile as I think about who’s that way out there? / Is it a friend or will I have to kill again today? / I killed a man yesterday as I thought of you. / My soul died with him as he fell to the sand, I wondered who he was! / But this is war so they say, so I hold on to that thought. / Without that thought I just might crack up! / I am not the kid who left your arms two long years ago. / You asked me when I was back on leave if I had killed someone? / What could I say but a lie “I never shot my gun”. / When every night someone’s been shot and I am dying with him too. / I am here to kill thats my job to protect my country’s needs. / But what they are I still don’t know but then I’am just a Joe. / Dawn breaks as you sleep I think of you each day. / Without you there I’d go insane this place is so unreal. / To think that children have no choice but to live with death each day. / And all I ever knew when I was young was will the Yankees win. / I look into their tiny eyes an ask what will they do when they grow up? / An then my captain says to me watch out they’ll kill you too! / I look at them so young so small their eyes have seen it all. / And all I ever knew back then was swimming in the pool. / I don’t think they’ve ever seen a pool or know even how to swim. / But one thing as I look at them I see that their old men. / Dawn breaks as I think of you another day has gone. / Its night time here I’ve watched the sun roll away again. / And with its setting in the sand I see a new night come. / And with the night gun fire comes from the hills again. / I watch as I see gun fires light coming from the hills. / My minds grown cold to its fire I’ve seen so much of it! / And deaths at times can be a friend just to leave this place. / Its so crazy here thank God you’ll never know such fear. / Thank God I have a safe place this night the shots are miles an miles away. / Next week it will be my turn to ride up in them killing hills, so this is my time to think of you! / I ask myself as I pray that I get home safe to you, oh lord don’t let me get killed by sniper fire tonight? / Nights are long in this place they never go by fast. / It seems to me that time is dragging it’s lazy ass. / Nights are lonely and days are long it seems like fifty hours in a day. / I scratch myself till I bleed these damn flea’s it seems are working with the enemy! / And now I see the sun come up again full of angry fire, as if its in protest of this hateful place. / The flea’s have made a meal of me each an every night. / It seems they are the only ones who will win this useless fight! / Dawn breaks and I wonder who has died? / One day closer till I am home safe in bed with you. /
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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 dream to find my soul again deep inside my heart. / And when I bring it out to share it starts to cry in pain! / Oh cry your heart out in my chest and come back out no more. / These thing that I want to save you from you must never see again. / Lie deep within my aching heart and weep and weep poor thing. / For what man has created is made from all your pain. / I want to save you from the hurt but you’re so curious. / You want to let the world see what you’re made of. / But the world has changed my friend its moved to a new plane. / One thats lost the virtues that you have as you weep inside. / So come back to me my love and I will nurture you. / And give you what your looking for all my eternal love.
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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 like many see such thing that make us want to do more but where do we draw the line an how much can we do. This is a poem about how I feel about these things. My eyes have seen a lot of things that many dare not see. / The suffering of the little ones that sleep in all the streets. / My eyes have seen many men locked out of life’s main stream. / And here I am with food enough for many mouths to eat. / My eyes have seen the little ones crying out for love! / While many are lying dead from hunger in some dirty house. / While their mommas arms stuck with needles as they slowly die. / An daddy’s never been a name that they’ll ever know. / I look at them so young and fresh and they too have a need. / That same drug that their mommas need their little body’s crave! / My eyes cry out and scream to you please see these little ones. / Their plight is not their making it comes from mans desires. / We make a world that fit for some and other fall aside. / As we with many close our eyes, and step with eyes so blind! / I see you there I am just one, my heart go’s out to you. / Lying there in streets so cold with no one there for you. / How is it that my eyes see you but in my mind I’ve died. / Is it that its all too much as I try to survive! / I want to help what can I do your way too gone for me. / My eyes cry out I look for help but none is in my site. / Your little cry’s that I can hear no others care about. / I cry for you at night my child I lie here in my bed. / And wish that I had more to give then just my eyes this day. / But what can I just one man do to lend a hand? / So here I lie in my bed crying in my pain. / I turn my eyes like many men for this I am ashame!
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I see your looking at me my friend your eyes have said that well. / And what is it that your telling me as you gaze my way. / What can you want from me my dear your much too fine for me. / An as I ask me why it is that you stare at me. / I can’t see it in the mirror I look ok to me. / But you my sweet are far too young I guess this is a dream. / I look at you so pure and young and I just know your mine. / Your little eyes say I love you until the day I die. / I reach into your little crib and take you in my arms. / Your little smile so sweet so pure I could look at it all day. / Now look what you just did again you made me smile some more. / I think that this will never end I feel it in my heart. / And here I am your loving dad your new to me this day. / And my, oh my I never knew that I could feel this way. / You smile at me so full of love, and make me feel so good. / I look down at your fine young face and see a gift from God. / Your mine! oh God! your really mine! I think I’am gonna cry!
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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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As I walk this Native American path of the “Good Red Road” / I awaken to say good morning to Grandfather Sun, in ode; Gratitudes spoken to the four directions and All Our Relations / Father Sky and Mother Earth, not leaving out any Creations; I raise the pipe high, letting smoke rise to the Spirit, so great / asking for peace and abundance in messages to generate; Towards the “Blue Road to Spirit”, my soul flies high to seek / For my sisters and brothers to thrive whether strong or weak; As Grandmother Moon rises, again I will drum, dance and sing / Until the ways of our ancestors’ prayers are brought upon wings; Proud to be related to the clawed, finned, crawling and standing / my voice will be heard in the stars of great truth and understanding. DOHIYI (PEACE in Cherokee) to the Tribe of All Nations ! WindOwl 1/4/2009 tkrosevear A Tribute to all Tribes This is a merge of 7 photographs for the Sun/Moon challenge for the Spirit of Native American group
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When Brownie was alive we’d ride our bikes through the dry heat and down the red dirt tracks, tires popping as pebbles flew from our paths, always a hot wind harsh and unfriendly. How I hated that wind. Somehow as children though, we overcome things like this, death and heat, sometimes as adults it’s harder. / At the river we’d gather the stones that had been shaped by the water that ran forever through the valley. Its a trickle now, with the years of drought that followed. But I see it as it was, a brown green snake slithering and winding, seemingly never ending. / Once the stones had been rocks and boulders, hills or cliffs by the ocean. Something for man and animal to stand on up high, or perch, bearers to things seemingly unreachable, but now they were small and worn, carried and tumbled and rounded into submissive pebbles. All semblance of might long gone. / When we had a pile we’d skim them. Counting the bounces, seeing who could throw furthest, bounce highest. Now the stones from our hands were glorious things, slicing through the air and slicking off the water, shooting and arcing. / Alive once again. Michael Douglass, 2009.
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PLEASE READ THIS. Taken in remote Nigeria. I and the team were waiting for the ferry to cross then Nile and continue our long journey to Tunga Zuga Village in kebbe state. Often my work as a missionary, working with extreme poor and sick children can be very emotional.Tears of sorrow and heartbreak, desperation and frustration overwhelm me as I and the small mission team do what we can with the little we have to help. yet there are times like this one when there is joy and happiness as I see people and scenes of great beauty. Truly God has blessed me with a wonderful life. I have never had the joy of owning my own home, or having a nice car or wealth. yet I am so happy to have a relationship with Jesus.God supplies all my needs, and I have travelled with God to many villages and he has blessed many. Life is more than a job,Career, wealth or designer cloths. Life is living in Gods presence everyday and experiencing his love and peace. Life for me is doing what is in Gods heart and that is helping the extreme poor. My Inspiration and passion is from God. I Live for him and he lives through me. I have been on mission and not a penny in my pocket,yet my heavenly father has met my needs,concerning Food,lodging, travel and covered all expenses. One one occasion, he sent an angel to pay my hotel bill. While in India The Lord moved me so much to travel overnight on a train, a day early to return to London. If I had not obeyed his leading, I would have been killed in a terrorist bombing. Its a wonderful Life with God. ALL PROCEEDS FROM SALE OF MY ART,OR MONEY DONATED VIA OUR CHARITY MISSION WEBSITE, GOES TO HELP EXTREME POOR AND SICK IN REMOTE AND ISOLATED VILLAGES IN AFRICA. I invite all to Please visit Philadelphia Mission Africa Charity website: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Camera: Canon EOS 400D. Lens: Sigma: 50-500 Telephoto. WB :Cloudy. ISO 800.
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[Taken in Natural Light]. Taken on the banks of the river Nile, remote Nigeria. I got into conversation with this Muslim girl and I felt s deep compassion for her, as she said She sells peanuts to get money to help her Grandfather who cares for her and her brother and two sisters. Her mother is dead and when she died the father just left and never returned. She told me that she only sold three packets that day and she was selling from around 10 am to 7pm. She did not make enough even to buy basic foods. She spoke good English so I knew she had had some education. I and my fellow mission workers bought what she had left. Then I asked her If I could pray for her. She said yes. I asked God to open her heard adn reveal himself to her. We led to to Christ. She wept and the lord really did touch her. We now visit her village often. All proceeds from sale of my art, or donations made via our charity website goes to help extreme poor and sick in remote and rural villages of Africa. We do not take anything out of it. I invite all to Please visit Philadelphia Mission Africa Charity website: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Camera: Canon EOS 400D. Lens: Canon EF70-300 IS USM. / ISO: 400.
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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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An acrylic painting 29cm x 21cm on paper of the stunning Wentworth Falls Queen’s Cascades which is a 10 minute drive from our home. Waterfalls are a gift from nature to be enjoyed and this one is exceptionally beautiful. Water sparkles catching the light / like the glint of diamonds shining bright / cascading over the rock it pours / noisy, gushing… the movement roars Linda Featured in: / HAND DRAWN OR PAINTED ART OF HAPPINESS AND JOY / REALIST PAINTINGS ABOUT WATER / REALIST TRADITIONAL ART / WATER MEDIA PAINTING
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An acrylic painting on canvas 60cm x 30cm of the sun setting over the shadowed land. Night is approaching and the sun paints the sky with its sizzling rays in protest of its retreat. A painted memory of a romantic sunset. The sun is setting over the hill / the air is calm the night is still / It paints the sky with its sizzling rays / it retreats for the night until the next day….. Linda This was my first painting done on an easel my husband built for me. Featured in: MORNINGS AND EVENINGS, SUNSETS AND STORMS / MATURE WOMAN
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