Poem poetry
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still live / Animal / Nude/FineArt / SunsetCollection / Flowers / Model Maria Anne / Model Saskia Ying / Model Blondie / Model Tammy / Kids / The Book Of Love All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Antoine Dagobert: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- 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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Inspiration supplied by MIssKrissty and her magical poem Photographer / After reading MissKristy’s wonderful piece, it tweaked my memory of an image of a photographer I took a while back, so I tracked it down and just had to upload it! It’s funny because I was watching this young lady struggle to get the shot she wanted and there I was about 6 meters away standing at 6’3” looking over the crowd!! LOL!! ...and what is it about us photographers taking photos of other photographers taking photos!! ?? hehehe! / . / Image was digitally captured using a Sony Alpha 100 with a 28 – 75mm. / . / / Art Folders… / / Entire Portfolio / Born From This Earth – Series / Hearts At War / Vehicular works / Architecture / Travel / B&W Photography / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Models and Fashion Photography
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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.
Words that come to you when looking into the mirror / . / . Vehicular works / Architecture / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Beautiful Humans / Wearable Art / Cards For All Occasions / . / / . / You can also listen to PLV’s music / . / Please take a look at the wonderful work of / LittleHelen / /
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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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Mark, an American soldier, gave his life for his fellow countrymen in the war in Iraq. The only one of his unit to survive the initial blast, he battled for life as he was flown back to the United States for medical care. His family flocked to his side and surrounded him with love in his final hours. Not long after his arrival in America, he died on home soil in the arms of his loved ones. His mother Kim, my husband’s first cousin, wrote this poem, “Is it you?” as she struggled with grief and loneliness for her young son. She asked me if I had a dragonfly photo to accompany her poem which relates the tale of the dragonflies that seem to hover near her in a show of consolation. This image is our collaboration, our joint effort, in memory of Mark Graham who defended the cause of freedom with steadfast determination and a valiant heart. May he rest in peace and may the angels surround him and his family now and forever. (100% of proceeds from sales will go to the Mark W. Graham Foundation; see another image, “Is it you?” in this portfolio if you’d like a green dragonfly. It will print better in the card size). Taken from the Mark W. Graham Foundation website, here is additional information about the foundation to which all funds from the sales of these images will be donated: “The Mark W. Graham Foundation is a non-profit organization which provides support for young people of character and military families in crisis. It honors the legacy of Mark Graham, a fallen soldier whose strength of character and gift of service to his country are an inspiration to all who knew him. Mark was a Lafayette, La., native and his death opened the community’s eyes to the reality of war and the sacrifice soldiers make in their fight to keep our country free. He was married to Stephanie for a little more than a year when he died. Mark was 22 years old.”
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This is one of the flowers from my show and poems for her. What did you want as you walked with me as I held your hand in mine? / What did you think that I would be as I held your hand in mine? / What did you hope for as we strolled along walking hand in hand? / What was this special look that you gave me as you start to smile? / What was that little sparkle in your eyes as you said that you were mine? / What was it that you wanted from me the first time that we met? / You never say a word about what you did expect. / What was it that you whispered in my ear last night? / As I pushed deeply in your body as you held me very tight! / What were those little words that came so fast so swift as we made love last night? / Like little smiles and special kisses and just a soft kind touch. / What was it that you expected from me as you held my hand? / I think you wanted someone there who understood your dreams. / Someone who would take the time to hold you close and dear. / Someone to say your everything that I’ll ever need. / And even when we’ve had a fight you’ll still be all I need. / I think you wanted someone to love and be there for all time. / I think you wanted someone who would stand there by your side. / I think you wanted this man to say all the things that make you smile. / And what was that that you said to me as we made love last night? / After all these years we’ve been together and through all the little storms. / I smile to think you can say these words after all these years. / Well I can say them very clear I feel them in my heart I’ll repeat exactly what you said as you held me close last night. / You whispered in my ear my wife these words I hold so dear….. / “My love for you will never stop until my dying days”. / What was it that you wanted as you held my hand that first day? / It looks to me that all you wanted….............. was me.
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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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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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Mars Attack Part 11 “Their Coming” Ok Ok Ok everybody!! Hello everybody!! / Relax this thing is just passing over Alan an I have been watching this for the last half hour so just relax its not going to land here !! I hope. / Well what the hells it doing and what are we gonna do? / Karen just relax its not looking for us its after the leaders so it seems so no one here is a leader so just relax and getting excited about this thing is not going to help anyone. / Anyone seen my wife? / Yea Dave she’s with Romo in the play room down stairs. / Was she ok or still crying? / She looked happy for a change since Romo showed up! / Hey Alan what’s going on with that woman who’s talking to the plant? / What’s her name? / Shanina Dave and she’s still in her own world. / She say anything at all? / Nope didn’t hear a thing but Trudi might know something more! / Where she? / Don’t know she was here a few minutes ago! / Hey Dave I saw her with that woman you bought in Kate they were talking before we all came back out here. / Look Dave its a lot bigger now and gee its really big!! / Its so big the sky’s starting to get dark. / Hey Dave what do you think its doing coming this way Manhattans that way! / I think its looking for something and its got a lot of room for holding what ever it want’s to hold so lets just keep out fingers its not looking for any of us! / Hey Dave!! “Mike running out of breath!” / Hey Dave!! Its the air phone! its that woman who was coming from California with some guy names Clive! / I think she said MiMi. / Oh yea I was expecting them to show up tomorrow. / Hello MiMI this is Dave. / Hi Dave we won’t be there tomorrow it seems we have a problem here all the roads seem to be blocked up and no one is being allowed to travel ! / What? they are blocking the roads? / Yep all of the roads on the interstate are blocked from all the conversations I have had with others traveling they all say the same thing! / So what do you see? / They have these small space crafts just sitting on the highway in both directions and no one can pass. / But to make things worse no ones cars are able to start and they just told us to sit still, they were looking for someone and once they had him they would allow us to travel on! But until they had him it was best for our safety to remain in our cars. / What the hell could that be? / I don’t know but its seems somethings going on that they didn’t expect or they wouldn’t block up all the roads! / MiMI, we have approaching us a hugh space ship its really big my guy Mike says its 3 miles wide! / Gee three miles wide? / Yep and its moving fast it was the size of a dime 45 minutes ago and now its the size of a half dollar. / Oh gee! / And its really loud too! / Hold on Dave they are talking to us! / Mike, Alan! Come here listen to this! / Everyone please quiet I am trying to hear what MiMI has to say she’s on the highway coming this way from California and she says the highways are closed to traffic because the aliens have blocked up the roads in both directions looking for someone! / She’s on line now listening to what they are saying so please everyone quiet! / Alan run down stairs and see what’s going on with my wife and Romo will you? / Sure Dave no problem! / Mike take a look for Trudi and that Karen woman and also see what that Shanina is up to ok? / And don’t leave her alone if she’s alone. / Hello Dave? Hello Dave? this is MiMi! / They just told us not to pick up anyone who might need a ride and to be on the lookout for hitch hikers and blow our horns 3 times and they will be there in a few seconds where ever we are. / What the hells going on can you go? / No not yet they say they need a few more hours and then we can go! / Can you see anyone? / No they have been inside these ships with black windows in the front of their ships. They are the size of 2 MTA buses. / Round and in the back the same window and on the bottom too! / How did you hear them ? / They spoke through our radios can u imagine that all of a sudden they just come on and say we will not be traveling farther so slow down and those that don’t will be stopped! And their cars destroyed. / Gees Us did anyone keep going? / One did and he was floating in the air and then dropped 100 feet to the ground. / They were not hurt their air bags saved them. But the car was destroyed. / That stopped them good!LOL / “MiMi talking in Korea” / Hello MiMi I don’t speak japanese MiMI! / Hey!! thats Korean Dave ! / Ok sorry I’ll remember that! / So Dave how big is that space ship now? / Its a lot bigger than a half dollar I can see its front well and the grounds shaking too! / Dave hold on they are coming back on! / I’ll call you back! / Ok I’ll see you later MiMi let me know when you can start driving again! / Hey Karen did Alan come back yet? He was going to check on that Shanina woman! / Nope Dave he’s not back yet but I think she’s ok she was dancing and singing when we all came out here. / Singing Karen? / Yea like and indian! / No get the hell out of here! / And where’s Judi talking about indians? / I have no idea she was with Fred, but last time I saw Fred he was alone! / Where’s Fred? / He’s out by the pool talking to a couple of women and that Nature Lover woman was there too! / Oh? / Yea they seem to be getting it on like old friends! / Really? / Yea like they really knew each other at one time in their lives! / Well I better get out there and take a look and get them all out here so we can all be together! / Karen keep the others out here ok? / Fine Dave but hurry up I don’t like being in charge I have too much responsibility at the hospital and don’t need that here too! / Ok Karen I’ll be right back! / Hey Karen, Hey Karen, you seen Dave? / Yea Alan he’s gone around back to the pool what’s up? / His wife and Romo are not in the playroom and no one knows where they went? / I been looking everywhere and not a sign of them! / What? No ones seen them come or go? / Oh God you go break the news to Dave I don’t want to have to do that! / Go on he’s in the back! / Hey Alan, maybe you run!!! / Hey Dave !! Hey Dave !! / What’s up Alan is everyone ok? / Yea everyone fine! / Except your wife and Romo! / They seem to be missing! / My wife and Romos missing? / An so is Judi! / Come on I’ll look down stairs and you look in the pool house and meet me here in 10 minutes! / Ok will do! / Hey Fred get everyone out front now some people are missing and we need to do a numbers count! / Hey Alan get Mike on the air phone and where the hell is he anyway? / I don’t know last time I saw him he was doing what you asked him to do look after that woman! / Ok maybe he’s in the house. / You take a look where they were and I’am gonna look in the playroom for my wife and Romo! / See ya in 10 minutes. / “Running down stairs” / Dave looking left and right! / Pushing a hidden button behind the book case. / Door sliding open! / Damn I thought you two where in here thank god I knew about this secret room your dad had made when he thought there would be a world war 3. / Well maybe he was right after all Dave! / I guess his mind was clearer than all of ours. / Well it looks like he had some type of idea about danger even if it was the wrong idea. / Hey Baby how are you? / OK honey I was really worried about Romo but now that she’s here and we’re all together I’am a lot better! / And hows everyone else? / Well Judi’s missing and Fred’s bringing everyone out front I think we all better get out front! / Come on lets go! / Hey Dave Hey Dave get up here now!!! / Come on honey lets go you too Romo. / Dave Get up here now!!!!! / Its here Dave and its so big its covering the sky. / “Dave Running up stairs” / Alan did you get Mike yea he’s in the front yard with his camera! / Hey Dave take a look at this! is this big or is this big! / I don’t need to use your camera to see its big Mike. / Thats not what I am talking about! / Then what are you talking about? / That other ship in the back ground its ten times bigger than this one! / What the hell are you talking about? / Look through my lens in the back, way in the back! / See that spot? / Its another ship but from what my lens is telling me its ten times bigger than this one! / Oh shit! End of part 11 /
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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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Murder Palette Collaboration. Words by Danny / Artwork interpretation by Scott Robinson. This is the second artistic interpretation of this verse – the original was done with Luncan Industries Unlimited / Part of the ill fated Nocturnus project.
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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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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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LITHUANIA Cover page of My new poetry and photo book “The Day Met Itself” You can buy it CLICK HERE VIEW or BUY NEW POETRY BOOK
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Title from a poem “Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-Not” by Eugene Field (1850–1895). An 18 layer composite produced in Photoshop and Painter.
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Start Here
by SelkieSelf-portrait, 2007 That place / at the nape / of your neck / where the skin / meets your / rust-colored hair / that’s where / i want to / press my lips / inhale your scent / let you feel my breath right there it’s like / a sign / written on the flesh / saying, / “Start Here”
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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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Photo inspired by the poem “October Roses” by Émile Nelligan. / It is a french written poem.
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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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This is a first ever collaboration between my dear friend Restlessd / and myself. Her beautiful poem, moonchild was so inspirational that I could not resist the opportunity to try and capture the mood and essence of the poem. Featured in.. / Inspired Art / Moonchild by Reslessd Lonely moonchild, dancing on the colors of the evening. / Quiet dew drops, landing lightly upon the darkened flower. / Softly sighing as they flow toward the ocean, / Only to be caught up within a moon ray shower. Singing night bird sending out a longing message, / Calling for the return of its’ one and only lover. / Listening, he hears the well known song / As he awaits her return to their safe cover. Over on the horizon a new day awaits / As the moon still rules the sky. / The Moonchild yawns as morning dawns / The leftover dew drops begin to sigh. Behind a mountain the sky is alive, / The air is crisp and wild. / Say farewell to the darkness, / And welcome to you, Sun child. Thanks so much to Mjranum / for the beautiful stock image of the girl . / and to / CRStock / for the wonderful owl.
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I been really having a hard time lately things are in a swirl just when you think the world might balance out for you you get mixed up in another scam / another jam / another flimflamming frieken blame it on whoever im tired of looking / down I am coming up / im coming on up to the side where / you can see me even if in pursuit of what is not there only created by divine ness. Isa.. thinking out load.. / i must have two hundred different abstracts.. and thought I would share with you once in a while .. as I loaded this one up .. these were the words I wrote.. so .. hoping they make someone see something.. I dont know . lol. ,,and there is one friend whom tells me to take some abstracts and make a collection of them .. and make a collage. so that is my next project. .. always in pursuit of the next thing , I guess.
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self-portrait. / this didn’t turn out quite like i expexted, but that is how art is: unfixed and ever-changing. / 17 october 2009. you cannot know the fears i have / of grey walls in a room that shrinks slowly / to the breadth of a silent scream / a room with no windows / or doors / where beauty is as ash / collecting in forgotten corners / and youth no more than dust / on the bitter wind
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