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Introducing - The All Things Poetic, Artistic & Philosophical Group.
by Suzanne GermanHello and welcome to all Red Bubblers in this group! I am really excited about reading, exploring and debating artistic pieces of work…
Hello and welcome to all Red Bubblers in this group! I am really excited about reading, exploring and debating artistic pieces of work that are so typical of so many talented writers on RB. A few house rules: (1) Let’s try to keep it to 1-2 downloads per person on a daily basis to allow the work to be viewed and not flood the group page please. / (2) Have fun and be as creative as you like / (3) When commenting or feeding back remember to be sensitive – artists are sensitive people! / (4) Any queries about the group – send me a Bubblemail and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. / (5) Any ideas or suggestions – I’m all ears Most of all enjoy! Here’s to an unfolding magical journey of creativity and the inspiration that comes with being part of such a wonderful group of people! Suzanne
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It may be difficult to see the writing on the image on your computer, so I’ve added it here to make is easier. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did creating it. Thanks for looking! It’s Because Of You This has been / The best time of my life / And it’s because of you / I now know what it means / To really love and really be loved / And it’s because of you / I awake every morning / To cherish each and every day / And it’s because of you / My life / Is filled with love / And my love is full of life / And it’s because of you / It is / Because of you _ / Check out more of my art from these categories: / Holiday Cards / Abstracts / Sketches / Birds / Seascapes/Landscapes/Sunsets / / Subscribe to art updates / Subscribe to T-shirt updates / Become a fan on FaceBook / Add me as a friend on FaceBook / Follow me on Twitter _ /
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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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For Her
by Jo O'BrienNSFW
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Minimalist abstract study of speeding cyclists, focusing more on the dynamics of the speed and motion of their movements / Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 37 X 59 inches / 94 X 150 cm contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / .....................................................................................
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If we relax into playfulness and whimsical experiment with reminiscence of past events,then we reach a creative process that helps to meditate and alleviate stress; refreshing our imaginations and allowing Spirit to move through. For Paul Wax, ink and acrylics
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Brown bear aka Grizzly bear (Ursus horribilis), captive zoo animal, digitally accented Wilderness lost The victims of human beings come in all shapes and sizes, from the largest to the small. Gone are the days of grizzlies roaming the prairies of North America for roots and wolf pack leftovers. Everything associated with the prairies is turned to dust, blown to the corners of the globe. One has to travel far to seek out the last truly wild places, those nooks of nature that only the sun and clouds visit with regularity. Someday they too will be but a destination on someone’s itinerary. The wandering, restless soul keeps wild places in their hearts, and when they venture forth into the wood they feel the ripples of time and days gone by flowing like the unstoppable river throughout the hollow skeleton of what once was a place of mystery and passion. The great bears have been pushed to the limit, needing protection even in their remaining strongholds, where man is still a visitor. Golden aspens and billowing birch trees, where the sky is the only rooftop and every direction provides a window. We seek so much to regain the things we destroy, in nature and in love, so why should we weep at the humbleness and sad truth of a mighty creature napping in a concrete jungle? Because one glimpse into its eyes reveals the genes forged from rivers and floods, mountains and valleys, winters of endless desolation and summers of famine and frivolity with cubs. Wilderness was a catch phrase, now it is but a ghost, and time marches on leaving the ramshackled remnants of a once great species. Mighty bear, the hunter, the spirit, symbol of what was and still should be American Wilderness. He, the gentile beast, should spend lazy days napping and berry picking and sratching in thickets of tender alders, pondering as only a wild bear ponders the cottonwood seeds. And yet this is not the way the story goes, this bear goes by the name of Bruce. “The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.” / -Edward Abbey /
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This was taken early one foggy and soggy morning in Colorado as the sun rose to shine through the dewdrops. Another trip into the ditch and several odd stares by early-morning hikers…but it is so worth it. :) “Please see my Etsy listing for this image – and purchase a pearlescent metallic print of this photograph.:http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19111932 This wonderful treasure is one of several taken that morning. Also see Meteor and Infinity. .
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....The Future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams …. So dream BIG and believe with all your heart... shot with camera Canon EOS 400D – 100mm 2.8 Macro Lens, Manual Mode, ISO-200, Shutter Speed: 1/200, F/2.8, White balance – Auto Featured in the group Photography 101 December 30, 2008 / Featured in the group DSLR Users Only May 28, 2009 / / More photos: / /
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Fractal Explorer Gen Newton IV Formula. Applied some lacquer in PI. / The Spinning Room In they slip, tumbling and turning, / purest silken threads of thought. / Bright, shining brand new. / Ready to be spun in to rich words. / One moment. I see several breaks / not scissor cut, nor knife / nor pinking. / Burnt / and shrivelled. / No accident. / He was at the entrance / red hot poker to hand / denying a wish to know / It is enough he said / to be colour, / an ornament, a plaything. / Sit and spin for me. / You may keep the waste.
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Alaska North Star Brilliant Skies Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved “Why would I wonder how you are about today and yesterday a wondering smile or frown because I cannot know and still I want to… But it is not you or your fault, nor is it mine, to accuse myself of anything but being me. And where, if ever, did you get that smile and laugh a little at the things so many people say… And how could I want to hear it (again and again)... Is it absurd for feelings to beg to be felt or do they, or is it just my mind reeling in the years trying not to forget, or yours (your mind is questioning the reason why you can’t touch my hand or feel the warm that is me and know the face again you see always – each night in your dreams when you are drifting in between – you wonder where has she gone) So I search myself to know the answer and often ask for no reason but the asking if I can even know what it was that made some far off voice a reason to ask yourself again can there really be love in this world (love outside of you) love that makes the birds sing. You ask: (what holds the sky up under the wind so that we know what blue is and how it feels to lose the sun when the rain washes it away and makes us blue with all its splatters)... no I can’t explain it, for it is something we have to feel (so far away)... How can I ever tell you I wonder sometimes how you are (what you are doing) if you feel loved … because I can’t see you doesn’t mean you’re not there or not here inside me in every little corpuscle that dances in my veins and keeps me alive to wonder some more… How do you feel (I remember)” by Peter Anthony Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi
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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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Just a little bit of something I wrote up, hopefully I might make a series of it.
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A few years ago I painted two large canvasses. Both were titled “Bluebird”. I have been reading Charles Bukowski again lately and just thought I would post these works alongside of his amazing poem “Bluebird”. / It was published in Bukowski’s book “The Last Night of the Earth Poems” circa 1992 and an audio of the poet himself reading it can be found here Here’s the bittersweet but beautiful poem from Bukowski: there’s a bluebird in my heart that / wants to get out / but I’m too tough for him, / I say, stay in there, I’m not going / to let anybody see / you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that / wants to get out / but I pour whiskey on him and inhale / cigarette smoke / and the whores and the bartenders / and the grocery clerks / never know that / he’s / in there. there’s a bluebird in my heart that / wants to get out / but I’m too tough for him, / I say, / stay down, do you want to mess / me up? / you want to screw up the / works? / you want to blow my book sales in / Europe? there’s a bluebird in my heart that / wants to get out / but I’m too clever, I only let him out / at night sometimes / when everybody’s asleep. / I say, I know that you’re there, / so don’t be / sad. / then I put him back, / but he’s singing a little / in there, I haven’t quite let him / die / and we sleep together like / that / with our / secret pact / and it’s nice enough to / make a man / weep, but I don’t / weep, do / you?
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Butterfly Estates.. Fort Myers, Florida Monarch on .. what I believe is coleander?.. someone help with the name if you can : ) / Source Enchanted Learning .com the following is common Clip art to be used for educational reasons.. and can be used. source is here Eastern populations winter in Florida, along the coast of Texas, and in Mexico, and return to the north in spring. Monarch butterflies follow the same migration patterns every year. During migration, huge numbers of butterflies can be seen gathered together. Nope, those orange things to here t are not autumn leaves… they’re hundreds of Monarch butterflies!
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A monarch Butterflies are beautiful, flying insects with large scaly wings. Like all insects, they have six jointed legs, 3 body parts, a pair of antennae, compound eyes, and an exoskeleton. The three body parts are the head, thorax (the chest), and abdomen (the tail end). The four wings and the six legs of the butterfly are attached to the thorax. The thorax contains the muscles that make the legs and wings move. Butterfly Estates Gardens at Fort Myers, Florida
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A gatehouse at an abandoned steel mill An interesting music video that seemed to fit my mood where I took the title from TheStorage Lackawanna, NY Leica V-Lux 1 /
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should be seen in larger :) form , it is a 4064×2704 pixel Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, / Enwrought with golden and silver light, / The blue and the dim and the dark cloths / Of night and light and the half light, Wishes for the clothes of heaven by William Butler Yeats I took quite a few of my sunset photos and merged and played. oh how I love to look at the sky and think of what a beauty there. what lies beyond.. all captures of Florida UsA sun and sky ..we have had some incredibly interesting and loud and lovely weather.. lately.
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A Visual collaboration between F. A. Moore / and myself for the group , Resurrection of the Exquisite Corpse _There are also heavenly bodies and there are earthly bodies; but the splendor of the heavenly bodies is one kind, and the splendor of the earthly bodies is another. The sun has one kind of splendor, the moon another and the stars another; and star differs from star in splendor. So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. / If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body. verses . 40-44of Corinthians Chapter 15 An Explanation of how this is done a tough one for sure, this is what we had to do. This work is a work where you take *one inch only of someones work and “make a picture to tie into that one inch” I made the whole first picture, and then sent her through email , one inch of it. / here is what she saw.. she then did the bottom half of what you see, I then sent her through email the top half and I did complete top half. she then Blended in the works to erase some of the horizontal distractions.. this is my complete picture, which I will share at another time F.A. Moore would like to thank stock providers: Mizzd-Stock, Wyldraven, UmbraDeNoapte-Stock, Remidica-Stock, Zaraun-Shyntrak, and Marcus J. Ranum*
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Why can't all the writing on this site be soppy poetry or prose that's chopped into lines? Then we wouldn't have to endure stuff like this.
by Danny“He didn’t have clean underwear on”
ummmm, urrrr, black comedy? / I do believe I have just given up caring anymore. / Favourite this and I will comment on your work…honest….nah, you’re right, I won’t.
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The Waste of Drought and Chord I defy you, / Chord— / Immerse me in dread of key strokes / And rolling song / that tread upon music’s marrow, / That unrelenting swallows of sodden harmony escape neither my heart, / Nor well-hidden fawns’ veil. / Let nothing flee the scouring of an emptying heart / That refuses to lend mercy. / Exposed are the bare spells of time; / Haunted, my reckless rhythms, / Now spurned by worse than I dared think I was. / Chord, / Swallow up the crumbling bits of bank and hollow / And haul away to other places, / That which my ears can no longer abide. Hide no more from me (for some sake I cannot name) / The darkest corners of remembrance and insight. / They are as meaningless as two notes more / In the deluge that will not weaken.
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Here, in my idle musings, / She sits / To watch the dawn break free of night; / To note the glint of dew / On busy night spiders’ work / Of web and light and mist. / Here, in my wishful thinking / She lives / To garner wisdom from the / Effortless sprint of deer, / The smoldering remnants of / Darkest hours / That cannot win over light. / Here, in my most fragile pith, / She breathes impossible colors of / Hope. / We sit amidst autumn fields, / Hold our breath… / And wait /
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Red, Black and Purple
by JaneSolomonThis deep grown longing / That lingers in the shadows / Whispering the need / To lie with you at nightfall / To wake with you tomorrow Sha…
I write this for myself and for the love I may never know and for all those who have lived or are living through long distance or with unrequited love. xx
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