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Shot this in Annapolis, Quiet Waters Park. Very beautiful park in Annapolis, Maryland. Great sunsets right on the water park.
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One of my favourite things to do at Varadero was to go down to the beach in the evening to catch the sunset.
All sunsets are wonderful, but some are more dramatic than others.
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my latest poems
Perceptive
There is the cloying
Sickly sticky rain
That falls from heaven
It lights upon skin
Nausea
It slides
then stays
Ti(e)me
I want to yank time forward so hard
my nose will bleed while I watch my great grandkids play
Sail
I have oceans wide
their waves currents
their sides
Rope
two lines
descend
Fall to love
Fall to sleep
One is bottomless
The other is never full
Sheet
bleed and blood
so red
raspberry wine
color of colors
cover
Sun
a little lighter
not so dark
the morning laughs again
Heartless
I found the book in my closet under boxes
Bound in the soft leather
Were blood red pages
Written upon white script
My heart
Only pumped when I turned a page
I read each word as if it meant my life
it probably did
It read like a series of stories but it was reallly only one
The almost death and life of one Jed Banket
Was an impossibitly
His mother barren his Father an Owl
And he had no heart
The book goes on to claim he knew 99 spells which worked with out fail
And concoctions that could relieve a man of his senses
Allowing another to use them
It was said he could change is shape though this is a lie
Though he could fly for short periods if weather permitted
Though other aspects of the owl he could not claim
He was quite noisy and his neck was as normal as yours or mine
He did not have much use for natural laws and some he was prone to break
He did not sleep as most men
He did so mostly for the novelty of it
He was as the book was quoted to say impossibly human
For not being one
I believe his heart, his life is the book
And for him to live a soul must read it now and again
Now I have given a portion of my life to him I have no doubt
Months probably years
Grey Knight
The seven set off in search of the magic
On the 25th day
a strange one came in our camp sat by our fire
One should be left he whispered
And left us
The lot fell to me
Then there were 6
they left me where the grey winds blow over grey stone
They left me to die
Grey birds watch and wait
And rock serpents come to sun themselves
Neath the greying sun
But I found a sword in my bone in my blood
A sharp and cold thing
It pulls me through the rocks
A compass of revenge it is a needle pointing west
I do not distinguish between day and night and I am able to run in my sleep
The six grow closer
I travel down forgotten ways
I kill on the move
My prey hot in my mouth
I run
The smiling wolves sensing blood follow me
Snapping up the leavings of my repast
I hear mad laughter in their howling
Lullabyes for my dark sleep
The well of magic was dry when they arrived
A sickly odor rose from its throat
They were dejected and befuddled
My sword made short work
They were however only brought low
My tale they would hear before they passed on
I recounted amid their screams
The one left behind would be the bearer of the magic
And take the shape of that vessel
Cold on cold
A death bell ringing in winter’s darkest night
I could no longer hold the wolves back
As the last of my words settled in
Reflections in bygone silver
a sliver of the past
a shiver floods my chain and hasp
I gasp as my old love enters
and leaves through glass
JOE
heart coffee stained
rings of Saturn
Pan
The roads the cars
Their lights
Red and white
The evening is in motion
With fairy dust in our exhaust
Were flying we shout
Arms
Enchanted swords pulled from stone
mine was pulled from blood and bone
from deep inside
with no kingship
at eventide
In the Beginning
the asteroid belt
has recombined
now Eden
can once more be seen
rising
Cosmic
Mists in rectangles
Hover over one another
Throw shadows
Dim the light
I see the faces of past Lovers
Distorted in their cancer
Listen
With the ridges of her back beneath my fingers
I want to fly her like a kite
The string, the wind
Send her up
Listen to the orchestra in my head
As she waves like banner
Stretched taught upon her cross
Before Sleep
flashes of the grey rock tundra
flip through my mind
an old movie reel
but I have never been there before
Suddenly eyes appear
Peer
And then their gone replaced by stone serpents
Writhing slow along the foreign ground
Glass
so smooth
the glass
when its not broken
Dressing
Cotton paper
Sewn into a dress
Love in my needle
Pain in my breast
I want her to wear this
I want her to smile
Summer’s Mouth
in her mouth were rows and rows of keys
unlock relock
slip in slip out
turn turn turn
wiggle
break off
make a new one
bite me
White Shroud
the snow blows
through the corners
rooms
it grow it looms
the cold grave moves
Can Del
No magic words
No easy fix
Sick
Wick
No flame
No death
No life either
Meat
The left foot is shoeless
And my mouth is filled with ugly
There’s a distance in their eyes
A plain jane hate
They can’t disguise
hobbling home
Call
Tides of windows
Small egresses
That one may slide inside
Just to be safe
Gown
blood blanket
break my rhythm
pink red
h2slow
dress
redress
red dress
Rattle
snakes with musical scales
would be so beautiful
so deadly
sirens of the wood
Books
book shelves
with their paper planes
bound to the sky with Myth and string
unlocking the other real
with other more vibrant skies
Stage
all the sparkle
the bending of light
backlit shadow magic
flat gray puppets
of cobweb and static
in a theater
they move
I see them breathe
Beaker
the empty cup
glass spout
mulled wine
modern lighting
barely lighting
this room
on this eve
of a new day
Sky-ight
All cotton and candy
laced over white
all sunset and merry
all terribly bright
clouds
on clouds
white on impossible white
layers of cake
skight
hour
this is from my book BLACK
I sat quiet in her dark
Listening to her sing
A melody that the stars forgot
For they were thoughts
when it was first sung
In that chaos
Before the word
We walked
Until the night
Flowed, followed us home
Passed through our door
Ruffled in our clothes
Banishing all shadows
In the very black
Of its midnight mind
We walked
the river swelled
ran over our feet
Its dark water lining our shoes with silt
Her hand felt at that moment
More distinct not a hand
but a true hand
Like Eve’s hand must have felt
as Adam first touched that silk
My walk became surer
Back straighter
Some cosmic itch had been tickled
Were the tiny stones from Styx
Conferring manhood womanhood by foot washing
I hardly knew this gentle soul who walked next to me
And yet we walked
King and Queen
Immortal beings
Faucet
ate the red fruit drip
between finger and thumb drip
between tooth and lip
drip
other hand
another’s lips
another’s hips
drip
gold
brought out my whisky
in a glass
a shade of nicotine
tall and lean
from the art deco scene
knew it was wrong
but sipped and tipped
allthesame
Jam
white hot stars
and their hot pink bells
playing it hot
Noel
it smells like Christmas in my kitchen
baked sweet cinnamon
it feels empty too
everyone has left
just me and the baked goods
Power lines
Lines of power
copper snakes and their shadows
worship
at the sum of my lies
hunt the hop of the sparrow
the peck of the blackbird
They
Time beggars
sit and eat
the orange white
bits of life
that fall from my glass table
White Wedding
Sun ceremony
two lovers whispering vows
under its crown
vows of pain
jealousy
and heartache
“but together”
words hot with future anger
mingle with kisses
“together”
words filled with present release
Art Piece
I found myself
in the kitchen
I made paper mountains
crumpled creases
just jut
just jab
with paper stone
and flash
Echo
empty empathy
bottles
and bowls
wrappers
and the all too frequent soul
iris
they want to take my mouth
my soul
make me barren
leave me cold
no iris may bloom
Wrong side of the bed
There is a sea in my eye
a tide in my stride
an anchor in my side
and my love is gone
Day
He stood in the cold:
It wrapped him in a thin wind
An airy cloak a second skin.
His magic was dormant
His eyes tired of seeing
His mind bored of being.
So he stood and waited
For the cock to crow
The Sun to grow.
The Earth to finish its turn
The wind to blow
The river to flow
The sky to inevitably burn
Morning Dream
all the stars
their white light
against the jet
connected
a honeycomb
filled the night sky
Moon
I felt the moon dip her finger into my skin
Cool sunbeam
Moon steam
Flowing through open pores
Doors
Without locks
flung aside
No where to hide
Her single eye upon me
Don’t blink
I whisper in fear
I would disappear
Ever
Green
undying pine
needles filled with life silk
grow among our love
holy
Kissink
press my lips
to books
flowers
other lips
a butterfly landing
an April storm
Forgive
brought
candle and crease together
a piece of the moon
soft silver glow
at night-time’s noon
Nest
The cotton fibers in the ravens nest
Rough bowl
For their cursed and their blessed
Bed of flight
Cradle of fall
Journey
Roads are rolling over hills
asphalt flat worms
searching for the ocean
so they can go home
Tangle
tangles of tangles
layers of lines
crissed crossed
laced spines
snakes in pit
in a playground
soft earth
deadly ground
Chime
a bell peels
behind the ear
lime peels drip
golden green beads
that crack
against the tiles
Reject
There was a warmth to her cold
her brush off
her not now
her later
as if snow
were a little girl
who stole some fire from her aunt the Sun
war
ground white with ash
a grave cloth
a death sash
the ravens stark
against your breast
Sit
the bench made out of beetle shells
and the buffalo
remember me
scratched in the back
redefine me no where to be seen
only felt
when seated
Skip
cold blood on feathered pillows
goose down blues
downtown dues
got nothing to use
death in the sheets
Devastation on repeat
Away
I keep feeling wings
beautiful terrible wings
wings that are hidden
and wings are better than things
because with wings you can fly away
Whereysome
somewhere there is singing
a violin in a park
a kiss in a park
an embrace in the dark
somewhere there is joy
Food
empty
red wine
tempt me
time
waiting wall
wail
hunger
longer
no longer
Unfinished
No doors
no windows
holes
no knock
no lock
Love
The cup
Bowl
Tiles and tombs
Their moans
Bones
Walls write of you
Blonde of your hair
The grey of your stare
And the silk white
Sheetless bed
In you lair
cup
espresso warms
a bowl of bone
a liquid bell
calling for the start of day
a new fawn
circle of honey
glass bowl
what had caused
the Sun to foal?
The death of family
grout and grime
overlap the tiles
the sickly grooves
forever snake their way
homes
and the homes away
from homes
stretch themselves like laid out bones
tile tombs
sick with decay
happy with our dismay
Pressure
The gorge
the wave that rises
picnic panic
something to swallow
something that swallows you
Icon
The gods are silent
With their a many faces
Painted blood on conspicuous places
Arms full of death
Without soul
Without breath
Censor
I Hold my hand over my eyes
try to rub out
visuals that might turn to aches
Tree
One million needles
One million bit of green
One million growing things
outside my winter window
Half lidded
stumble
fall
become
foot head knee jumble
laugh and weep
after a time
back on shaky feet
No sleep last night
run through the water
soft and slow
embrace waves
undertows
under your toes
skin mingled in sand
pretend your still connected
To the land
November 24, 328/365 (2155/2192)- I was out at St. Andrews State Park taking some senior photos at sunset, I'll post some of those later but just had to get up one of the gorgeous sunset tonight. All sunsets are wonderful to me, but some are honestly better than others . . .
Car selfie on the way to the Rainforest Alliance Gala ....
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Was really bummed out by the weather, pretty much rained thru out the day.. and finally when the sun came out, it was almost down..
Had a nice shot in mind today, and it required the help of my little one, but for reasons unknown he did not want to co-operate at all...
Sunsets and awesome and all, and last year, I would've been ecstatic to get a shot like this.. but now, I look for more.. more drama, more impact, more of everything.. why is that? I need to start enjoying the simpler things in life again.
Like my good friend Bill told me, the 365 is a marathon, I need to pace myself..
Thanks, and have a GGGRREAT weekend.