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and the bird said / we’re not so different / you and me in our heart / lies a song / and we just want / to be free An experiment in dirt and collage #03
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still Life / 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. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Cast your mind to a heavenly place / Remember the good, the smiling face / Think back to many a wonderful day / May this help to light up your way Cherish the moments you keep in your heart / Love stays with you, although you’re apart / And at times when you may feel alone / May this be a light to lead you home Keep safe in your mind, that God’s embrace / Tends to the loved in a beautiful place / The memories you keep, from the times of the past / May this be the light that will last. A special memory, frozen still / An ache from the past, a bitter pill / But the time taken to create an art, / May this be your precious light in the dark / Julie Langford / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / The Island of Lombok Indonesia Asia 07 Juie..this one goes for ya!!
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still Life / 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 HoneyMoon / / ...Countless moments in floral aroma-we bask / Embraced-the lovers-in fragrance-mask / ...Morning awakens-from sleep-time task / ...NightTime slumber? -We needn’t ask! Two Honeymooners love their bed… / With thoughts of many acts in their heads… / For them-’tis nothing left un-said… / ...As their total passion has been fed! Theodora Onken
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This is similar to ‘In bloom’ in that it was an experiment with writing as a sort of creative warm up. / I like to merge the figure and background, so the words continue across her skin. you can buy original paintings from my website www.shannoncrees.com
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Acrylic on board. Based on the beautiful song of the same name written by Mr. Tuomas Holopainen of Nightwish. Their music is a neverending source of inspiration for me. I wanted to give something back… “Born from silence, silence full of it / A perfect concert my best friend / So much to live for, so much to die for / If only my heart had a home Sing what you can`t say / Forget what you can`t play / Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes / Walk within my poetry, this dying music / - My loveletter to nobody” A lonely soul… An ocean soul…”
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Autumn In The City – Digital Montage. Where does the year go ? I still felt that it was Autumn, took the photo, wrote the poem and then realized that Autumn finished a month ago ! The Regional Post Office building at Newcastle East. Autumn In The City The leaves turn to gold / slowly falling / earthbound / and perish on the pavement The wind whispers while / the sunlight ebbs / and smears in rusty hues Clouds fill and gather all around / Thunder bellows “Winter is returning to the land!”
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Always
by FreelancerThe day you were born, the whole world was blessed / These thoughts in my mind to you I must confess / The time has come for me to express my true feelings / You are the center of my thoughts and the essence of my being You brighten my days and lift my spirits / I have felt this for so long and now want you to hear it / For you have lifted me up from a life filled with sorrow / And made me realize there is always a better tomorrow So you may know the place you hold in my heart / You are always with me even when we’re apart / I truly believe what we have is meant to be / Just open your heart and soon you shall see What I am willing to do to keep a smile on your face / Just know that I’m here and will be ALWAYS… /beautiful poem by Brandon A. Swaggerty/ 677 Views, Favorited by 6 people Featured in the group Buyer’s R Us October, 2008 / Placed in the Top 10 in the challenge Valentine Card in the Group Cards: Best of Your Best and featured in the same group January 19, 2009 / Placed in the Top 10 in the challenge Valentine in the Group Domestic Art – Home Is Where the Art Is and featured in the same group February 8, 2009 / Featured in the group All About Hearts May 27, 2009 /
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I can’t keep my tears inside / They burn my eyes / I have permission to cry one more time / For lost love, for broken promises, for beliefs which will never come true…
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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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‘TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER ‘TIS the last rose of summer, / Left blooming alone ; / All her lovely companions / Are faded and gone ; / No flower of her kindred, / No rose-bud is nigh, / To reflect back her blushes, / Or give sigh for sigh. I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one ! / To pine on the stem ; / Since the lovely are sleeping, / Go sleep thou with them. / Thus kindly I scatter / Thy leaves o’er the bed, / Where thy mates of the garden / Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, / When friendships decay, / And from Love’s shining circle / The gems drop away. / When true hearts lie wither’d, / And fond ones are flown, / Oh ! who would inhabit / This bleak world alone ? Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
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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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Original Creation Date: April 17, 2006 / Charcoal on paper, 14” x 20”, freehand. / Original sold at the Skeleton Key art auction, San Francisco CA. There’s a story behind this piece, from the title to the poem. / The poem is written by Damien Echols who currently resides on Arkansas death row for a crime he did not commit nearly thirteen years ago. I’m fortunate enough to have been granted permission by Damien to use his poetry in my work. The poem reads as follows: Her eyes are chained angels, / Glittering and unconscious / Of the growing distance between us. Her lips move, / Issuing a murmur / Like voices from a depth / That aren’t quite loud enough to hear. Against the winter sky / A murder of crows / Wheels and turns Learn more at www.wm3.org
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Inspired by the beautiful poems from my friend Cat Thank you all kindly for your support xxx
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LOVE OPENS UP DOORS THAT WERE ONCE CLOSED On The Shores of Now
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Inspired by the poem How Did You Die? / by Edmund Vance Cooke Did you tackle that trouble that came your way / with a resolute heart and cheerful? / Or hid your face from the light of day / with a craven soul and fearful? / Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce / or a trouble is what you make it / And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts / but only, how did you take it? you are beaten to Earth? Well, well, what’s that? / Come up with a smiling face. / it’s nothing against you fall down flat / but to lie there- that’s disgrace. / the harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce / Be proud of your blackened eye! / it isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts / but only, how did you fight and why? And though you be done to death, what then? / If you battled the best could / if you played your part in the world of men / why, the critic will call it good. / Death comes with a crawl or comes with a pounce / and whether he’s slow or spry / it isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts / but only, How did you die?
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Selfportrait & poem by me. Pretty little poppet / at the foot of your bed / China blue eyes / and lips of red / Porcelain and pink / beneath my dress / Your hands find me / still and powerless / You coax me / and induce me / grip me close / then let me fall / Disarrange my limbs / like a doll / Lay me down / and I’ll call your name / with a flush in my cheek / that never fades / Eyes fluttering / with your rhythm / as you fill me / Your motion instills me / with the spark / that brings me / to life + * Resources: / DeviantArt Brushes / PrettyBrush
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...she took her shears / wiped her tears / and said “goodbye, you bloody locks / and ruby lips, / i’m gonna sway my hips / and that Prince / won’t know what hit him…” She cropped her hair / lined her eyes in kohl / pulled on her jeans / and cranked the stereo dipped her sugar-cube / and sipped her drink / licked her lips / and before she had time / to think / grabbed her boots / and her purse / walked across the floor / looked around / and said / “I won’t be coming back here / anymore…”
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today i wrote you a poem...
by Jordan Bussontoday i wrote you / a poem / and in it i whispered / a solitary secret / meant for you alone
today i wrote you poem… / jordan busson. 21 june 2009.
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Too fragile to be truely seen? / Too powerful to be handled? / Only you, / Maestro, / Will know / What is waiting / Inside. / Unveil me / And still love me.
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One more photo composite. FEATURED in Gods and Goddesses ~ many thanks to the group hosts! Beautiful female model, with thanks! / Handsome guy~with thanks! This photo was inspired by the brilliant poetic work of Linaji who gave me permission to post her poem, Skip This Moment. Profound thanks and abundant hugs to Linaji!! Skip This Moment / I want to skip this moment, / It is painful / Pain / Feeling a squeeze in the eyes / tightening of the forehead / Solar plexus feels the beginnings of / The pinpointed black hole / Insatiable and resistant / Sucking sounds like moans from a moth / Mind goes foggy this time as / I don’t want to know / why / Cause I know / Why / I want to skip this moment / It is painful, / No torture legislation needed nor / CIA sponges soaking me drowning me / Perhaps that is preferable / Just that feeling I won’t have what / I want / Feeling the first drops roll down my / Cheek / The left one. / The words start to form in the brain / ‘I miss him’ Linaji 2009
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Who is Silvia? what is she, / That all our swains commend her? / Holy, fair, and wise is she; / The heaven such grace did lend her, / That she might admirèd be. / Is she kind as she is fair? / For beauty lives with kindness. / Love doth to her eyes repair, / To help him of his blindness, / And, being helped, inhabits there. / Then to Silvia let us sing, / That Silvia is excelling; / She excels each mortal thing / Upon the dull earth dwelling: / To her let us garlands bring...Shakespeare Watercolour on Arches Not Paper FEATURED IN THE FOLLOWING GROUPS… / CREATIVE CARDS.. / IMPRESSIONIST ART / FINE ART / The Riddle / Illusion / The Wish / Virtue / The Party / The Beauty / The Star / The Night / The Temptation / The Quiet / The Plea / Le Maquillage
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/ __________________ Fictional traditional painting, 18×24 cm / Acrylics, gouache & watercolours on canvas. / Creation Date: 02.08.2009 Inspired by the poem “The Thing at the Top of the Stairs” by Sharon Baker which is part of the poem collection Now We Are Sick: An Anthology of Nasty Verse — / / — © All images copyright ROUBLE RUST / Spyridoula Bleta / All the images in this gallery are copyrighted, are NOT part of public domain & may not be reproduced, copied, edited, transmitted, uploaded, downloaded, or published in any way without my permission. Any violation of this copyright law will result in a lawsuit.
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Cloud covered day 2009 10 31 poetry
by Antanasa cloud covered day / whispered quietly / the first snowflakes / not touching the ground / gazed at me … translated by Tadas Klimas ...
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Chemistry
by lianneWho says I must… / establish my boundaries – / define, maintain and strengthen myself / if that needs to be done at another’s expense? / As…
Someone – probably my therapist, lol – told me once that I needed to establish clear, strong boundaries so I wouldn’t be “taken advantage of” by someone to whom I thought I offered nothing but love. I’ve never really believed in boundaries….I don’t think women are particularly good at them in any case. George Eliot – “Many things are difficult and dark to me; but I see one thing quite clearly – that I must not, cannot seek my own happiness by sacrificing others.” Apologies to scientists – particularly chemists – for the literary license I’ve taken with the concept of atomic structure and bonding. Chemistry is not my strong suit but even I know that in actuality the ionic bond formed by one of these “greedy” atoms with a weaker one is stronger than the covalent or metallic bonds which I indicate here are preferable. However, it is the principle of shared electrons, of malleability, and the creation of a whole new substance from the original elements that most appealed to me.
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