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Barter
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be. - Sara Teasdale
Viewed sensitively and with love; the world blossoms in beauty. -
Kristian Goldmund Aumann, Love Poems
Explore, experiment and evolve your beautiful world.” -
Lailah Gifty Akita
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo❤️
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
__RUMI
a sun to me,
not a weary, insistent
personality
but a sun that shines
and goes dark, but shines
again and entwines
with the sunshine in me'
from 'Trust' by David Herbert Lawrence
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My love, my dear, love suddenly
found in the oyster of death,
I want to eat with, be, love with you,
touch and watch you.
I tell myself, the blood pulsing
through my veins tells me,
and this pain and my shoes,
mouth and pillow, tell me so.
I love you, my dear love, absurdly,
foolishly, all lit up, head over heels,
rose-dreaming, conjuring stars; saying
goodbye to you walking beside you.
I love you from the pole on the corner,
from the carpet of that empty room,
on the warm sheets of your body
where a vase of poppies sleeps.
Long hair of the restless air,
river of night, dark banana grove,
blind beehive, unearthed love,
I’ll follow your footsteps upwards,
from your feet to your thigh to your rib.
Jaime Sabines
We don't need thunder’s show,
Just shared steps where soft winds blow.
A quiet glance, a knowing grin,
And all the light you carry in.
It isn’t fire that keeps love bright,
But morning light and shared goodnight.
The whisper in the mundane days,
This ordinary magic stays.
-MD
See the fabulously talented Nene Chrome's version HERE
She is the sun - and I, the tide,
Pulled by phases in her stride.
She speaks, and morning breaks anew,
With skies that soften into blue.
She moves, and time forgets to tick,
As stars recalibrate their trick.
The seasons pause to trace her grace,
Each bloom remembers her embrace.
My world spins gently in her light,
A constant orbit, day and night.
All paths I walk, all dreams I stir,
Return to one: they lead to her.
-MDS
I photographed this tulip and found the poem planning on giving it to my husband on Valentine's Day. Well i forgot cause I'm a goof but found it today and sent it off for print.
Little Roses, poem by famous Serbian poet Jovan Jovanovic Zmaj (1833 – 1904), dedicated to his wife
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jovan_Jovanović_Zmaj
Listen to actor Rade Serbedzija reading poems from the collection:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGG1hvVWXys
All images and photography © Tanjica Perovic
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The aching love poetry is by a guy whose name is Micheal Plaster whose band name is Soul Whirling Somewhere and the name of this poem is called Nani and this song can be found on an album by Micheal Plaster of Soul Whirling Somewhere called Please Send Help.
A poem from 2015
You will find more than 184 of my poems HERE. fno.org/poetry/index.html
My cup of tea
You are
My cup of tea
My just desert
The icing on my cake
Cream in my coffee
Apple of my eye
My heart's delight
You are butter melting
As we lie close
Marmalade on muffin
A glass of strong wine
A taste of Heaven
A touch of spice
Oh so nice
You are
Red pepper
Cinnamon
Cardamon
Cloves
Orange pekoe
A silver spoon
and
Honey
Yes, honey dripping
Slowly
Sweetly
One drop at a time
Into my heart
My life
My dreams
You are my cup of tea
Dear
And much much more
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.
--- Pablo Neruda
Crazy Love
(Or, On Finally Getting Wordsworth)
Years ago, when we first met, so young and
soaring high on possibility, music and crazy love,
you showed up somewhere, purely unexpected,
and I first understood "my heart leaps up".
And still today, expected or not,
whenever I catch a glimpse of you,
with even the very thought of you,
my heart leaps up and up
still crazy, still crazy in love.
~ madlyinlovewithlife
From my collection entitled "Sweet Honey Poems for a Happy Dancing Bear".
This is a re-do of a shot I uploaded a few months ago. The original photo of this rainbow was taken from my balcony this past summer. I applied a distortion filter (polar coordinates) in Adobe Photoshop CS4 and applied a mirror image on my iPad using PhotoWizard.
“Love Just Happens"
Love just happens
When you are not looking for it,
Not paying attention,
Unaware.
You could miss it the first few times,
But then, unexpectedly,
Somehow this invisible magnetic energy
Pulls you and another person together.
And you feel this beautiful magic,
Like a gravitational force -
As if the moon were kissing the sun.
And their name,
Becomes the most hypnotic name
And you die to see their eyes
When you open yours
Every time.
Love just happens
When you least expect it
At any location
At any time.
It never announces its arrival
But when it does find you
Its warmth is so strong
It may frighten you
You could close your eyes and feel it
And feel them
No matter where you are
Or they are
Every time.
Love just happens
And it happens to everybody.
But some people have their sensors off,
Or hide from it,
Or constantly look for it.
Just don't think about it.
Open your heart and it will find you.
It always does.
Whenever you think it forgot about you,
It will hit you.
Just like that –
Every time.
Love just happens.”
শেষবার তার সাথে যখন হয়েছে দেখা মাঠের উপরে
বলিলাম: ‘একদিন এমন সময়
আবার আসিয়ো তুমি, আসিবার ইচ্ছা যদি হয়!–
------জীবনানন্দ দাশ
I wrote a love poem in Chinese along with the photos I created, Hard for me to translate them into English word by word, just try my best . Hope you understand.
The unexpected bleeding wound of love spread out contagiously,
Disappeared into the dream in a flash suddenly
Pretended nothing happened before
Make him become the memory of faded-away without hesitation
Live yourself with loneliness onwards
Live in a flurry speechlessly.
No matter love bring hurt or happiness,
Life have to be on-going,
You can hide yourself and stay at the corner of the shadow
Or gazed upon each other in the imaginative love.
The sadness will be floated in the air one day
And the pain will be vanished into a dream eventually.
Make a turn at your mood about love
Enjoy the beauty & happiness of the life together with love before getting mourn
Life will be vanished quiet & calm eventually
No one will be exception.
This Lomonosov teapot is birthday gift to myself. It ended up appearing in my poem about Putin's demise.
A poem from 2015
You will find more than 184 of my poems HERE. fno.org/poetry/index.html
My cup of tea
You are
My cup of tea
My just desert
The icing on my cake
Cream in my coffee
Apple of my eye
My heart's delight
You are butter melting
As we lie close
Marmalade on muffin
A glass of strong wine
A taste of Heaven
A touch of spice
Oh so nice
You are
Red pepper
Cinnamon
Cardamon
Cloves
Orange pekoe
A silver spoon
and
Honey
Yes, honey dripping
Slowly
Sweetly
One drop at a time
Into my heart
My life
My dreams
You are my cup of tea
Dear
And much much more
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
A poem from 2014. I am still in touch with the woman who inspired this poem.
You will find more than 184 of my poems HERE. fno.org/poetry/index.html
My cup of tea
You are
My cup of tea
My just desert
The icing on my cake
Cream in my coffee
Apple of my eye
My heart's delight
You are butter melting
As we lie close
Marmalade on muffin
A glass of strong wine
A taste of Heaven
A touch of spice
Oh so nice
You are
Red pepper
Cinnamon
Cardamon
Cloves
Orange pekoe
A silver spoon
and
Honey
Yes, honey dripping
Slowly
Sweetly
One drop at a time
Into my heart
My life
My dreams
You are my cup of tea
Dear
And much much more
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
Love and be loved, for there is no feeling like it in the world.
Everybody has somebody that loves them, even those that think they do not, do, they just don't know it yet.
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All alone on the beach, all alone in the world
Submitted By: memories2keep1976
I take a walk along the beach all alone. The sun is about to rise so I sit upon the sand. My feet play with the sand, it goes between my toes. The water rises to my feet as the sun begins to rise. My eyes are blinded by the sun. I sit alone there watching a beautiful sunrise, the air so pure and clean, the sky so bright and clear. I put my chin upon my knees and being to cry. All alone on the beach, all alone in the world. I sit and weep at the beach all day. The sun is about to set, I lay upon the beach and watch it fall to the water. I see red, yellow, pink, blue, and purple. Clouds are around the sun in a layer like pattern. I am laying there until the moon is my light. I see the twinkle of the first star, I make a wish upon it. I sit up again and give myself a hug and begin to cry. All alone on the beach, all alone in the world. There is a slight whisper I hear. A whisper upon the wind, it says "You are not alone." Upon hearing the whisper a hand touches my shoulder, I look back and there you are.
Author: memories2keep1976---Mary Richter
One of the pictures of my last upload. This was my favorite of the series so decided to upload it by itself.
Go check out my blogpost with these photographs and some writing.
Il poeta è un fingitore.
Finge così completamente
che arriva a fingere che è dolore
il dolore che davvero sente.
E quanti leggono ciò che scrive,
nel dolore letto sentono proprio
non i due che egli ha provato,
ma solo quello che essi non hanno.
E così sui binari in tondo
gira, illudendo la ragione,
questo trenino a molla
che si chiama cuore.
(Fernando Pessoa - Autopsicografia)
_____________________________________
Love You, Too
Your three words
Change the color
And the rhythm
Of my life
From dull grey
To deep red
Your three words
Shift the tilt
And the tenor
Of my soul
From holding back
To leaning forward
Your three words
End my searching
Bring me home
Whisper and echo
Day and night
"I love you"
I love you
Too
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
I am cursed.
I am under a spell of always wanting the best out of everyone and everything.
Under the curse of secretly idealize and dream about things actually happening:
That the world will stop delivering news that you don want to hear while you drink your coffee in the morning.
That one day we will stop fighting for peace.
That one day I will leave this dead town and begin somewhere else.
That one day that thing people call fullfillment will come.
That one day my heart will explote for other reasons.
That one day you will see me with the same eyes I once saw you with.
That one day my bed will only be for sleeping and no to avoid an inexistent routine.
I am cursed.
I know I am because I am certain that someday all of this will happen but deep down I also know they won’t.
How is that even posible?
Its like feeling that you are living when you are actually not.
It’s like wanting to leave by wanting to stay.
Its like saying yes to later say NO.
Its like moving one step forward and then four hundred steps backward.
It’s like us, something that never was but always will be.
Its to add one more thing to my box of paradoxes.
I am cursed.
----
Something I wrote a few months ago. I originally wrote it in spanish so it sounds a little bit weird in english. Go over to the blog to see the rest of these self portraits.
I am about to plan some photoshoots and I am excited but also super stressed. I hate pre production.
SELF PORTRAIT.
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..I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
~Rumi~
New on My Blog ~ My sensual Photographs of Model Serena Penaloza & the Poetry of Pablo Neruda • Photo © Jennifer speranza • jenniferesperanza.com/my-sensual-photos-of-model-serena-p...
It was her eyes behind the veil
I sought ,,accidentally a fish
flipping his fins in her net I
was caught ,,every time I
passed her by she became
part of my inner thoughts
she was a mystical image
on a tarnished wall,,
I mortgaged my soul to her
was this a cosmic plot
If only she could come to
Life while the iron was hot
But one day when I
reached our lovers spot
she had been erased
nothing remained not even
a dot I cried I wept ..our
clandestine meetings
of this beautiful woman
I had passionately shot ,..
Of late she comes in my dream
sweet nothings she whispers
in my ears pillow talk..
as forget me not ...
Madly in love
I degenerate
I rot ...
dedicated to late Akbar Simonse
This vision it dances
This picture so clear
The salty breeze is caressing
But the stormclouds are near
The sand is still warm
The fireball is fading
The day creeps into the night
The stars begin their parading
The lightening is distant
And the thunder belating
The palms seem to be reaching
I lie here watching and waiting
The clouds expose heaven
Twinkling with light
I wonder if someone is out there
Looking back on this perfect night
Waves crashing the reef
Sounds so distant and rare
I’m lonely ‘cause there’s no one
With which this moment to share
As I find the big dipper
A shooting star streaks
To find an angel I wished
It came true the very next week
By Narayan, 1992
A week before we met, Narayan lay on a beach in Costa Rica and dreamed of meeting someone special. We had met at a dance a few weeks earlier and he called me for a date when he got back and the rest was the romance of the century. He had written this poem in the same year and showed it to me much much later. The love we experienced together continues to expand and ignite other dreams. Although I miss him so much, I know our love continues to move mountains.
This poem was partly inspired by a contact of mine who writes the most beautiful, heartfelt poems to his beautiful girlfriend...being a bit of a romantic, I think that this is a great thing to do.
I wish them a future filled with love! :)
Photographer: Ede (Eduard) Kozics, Pozsony (Pressburg), Sétatér 9. (Promenad 9.)
Hungary. (Today Bratislava, Slovakia.)
31. May, 1881
CDV
Pozsony, 1881. május 31-ikén.
... 1882. nov. 2. halottak napján
"Grand Dieux! Combien elle est belle!
Et moi, je suis, je suis si laid!"
Original poem with English translation:
Jean Pierre de Béranger: Qu'elle est jolie!
lovepoems.inrebus.com/2009/04/beranger-grands-dieux-combi...
"Grand dieux! Combien elle est jolie!
Et moi, je suis, je suis si laid!"
Eduard Nepomuk Kozics (Kozič) was born in 1829 in Máriatölgyes (Dubnica nad Váhom, Dubnitz an der Waag), Kingdom of Hungary (today Slovakia) to a poor family. His thin and weak body was not suited to do heavier work.
In 1847, he first encountered daguerreotype and found his lifelong passion. He received training from traveling photographer Johann Bubenik who also sold him the equipment (Bubenik was making daguerreotypes in Bratislava in 1847.
Soon he also learnt calotype (talbotype) technique and collodion process from Andreas Groll in Vienna between 1847–50, as well as coloring technique.
In 1850 he opened his first studio in the garden pavillion of Slubek's house in Gaisgasse (today Kozia street 33) in Bratislava.
This studio is considered to be the first out of ten studios operating in Bratislava in the 1850s.
In 1856 he moved to a more populated location on Promenade 34 (today Hviezdoslavovo námestie) nearby Carlton hotel.
After temporary relocation (on 1 June 1868 to the house of Baron Sina on Promenade 33), Kozics studio opened on 1 October 1868 in a newly built house on Promenade 2 (later renamed to Sétatér 9, Kossuth Lajos tér 9, today Hviezdoslavovo námestie 4) next to the Hotel zum grünen Baum.
The house served as home to him and his family and also functioned as a museum, gallery, free mason lodge and salon, which was known for its lively social happenings. Kozics hosted several concerts of his close friend Franz Liszt and made a number of his portraits. Photo studio was located on the ground floor together with permanent exhibition of Kozics' collection of a wide range of photo apparatuses.
Portraits were Kozics specialty, among his clients were Bratislava's most prominent figures. He also photographed city sights and suburbs, from the 1860s particularly in then popular CDV format (cards). Just before its demolition, in 1870 he made series of photographs of so called coronisation hill on Danube river bank and collected them in the artistic photo album Vitam et sanquinem, which was given as a gift to the court in Vienna.
Kozics also ran a private school of photography and was influential for the whole generation of photographers.
Kozics had significant technical skills. He was fast in adopting cutting-edge photo techniques of his day including calotype (c1850), panotype (c1856), and chromotype (late 1870s). He developed his own method of color photography; was among the first to make lifesize photographs; invented and patented a way to expose photographs on canvas, elephant bone, porcelain, wood, glass and email.
He died of a sudden heart attack in 1874. Since the 1990s Bratislava has a street named after him.
After his death, the studio continued to be operated by his wife Karolina Kozics-Helle (1838–1899, they married in 1855) who expanded the studio ouvre to postcard production and service for artists. Her specialisation was photomontage.
They had three children: Karolína Eleonóra Ema (3.10.1856–?), Pavlina Jozefina (27.6.1859–?) and Eduard František Xaver (2.1.1864–1900), all born in Bratislava.
Karolína and František were both photographers and painters, Karolína focused mostly on photo reportage (eg. Požiar Podhradia 1913 series).
She operated the family studio until 1926 when it was taken over by the firm Boceky and Valentik.
Kozics Ede (Eduard Nepomuk Kozič) (1829, Máriatölgyes/Dubnitz an der Waag/Dubnica nad Váhom - 1874, Pozsony/Bratislava).
1850-ben nyitotta meg az első műtermét Pozsonyban (az első tíz között) a Gaisgasséban, azután 1856-ban elegánsabb környékre, a Promenade 34-be költözött. 1868 júniusában egy rövid ideig Sinai báró házában bérelt műtermet a Promenade 33-ban, majd ugyanebben az évben, 1868-ban a Promenade 2-be (a későbbi Sétatér 9.) vadonatúj épületébe költözött a Zöldfa Szálló mellé. A ház a földszinti műterem mellett az ő és családja otthonául szolgált, múzeum, kiállítóterem (Kozics portréival, városképeivel), szabadkőműves-páholy és a pozsonyi társaság kedvelt szalonja is volt egyben. Liszt Ferenc, Kozics közeli barátja, többször adott koncertet a szalonban, Kozics jó néhány portrét készített róla. Általában szinte mind lefényképezte a kor Pozsonyban élő vagy oda látogató jelentős szereplőit.
Szívrohamban halt meg 1874-ben. A műtermet átvette felesége, Karolina Kozics-Helle (1838–1899, 1855-ben házasodtak össze), aki a műterem tevékenységét bővítette képeslapfotókkal, specialitása pedig a fotómontázs volt. Halála után gyermeke vette át az üzletet.
Gyermekeik: Karolina Eleonóra Emma (3.10.1856–?), Paulina Jozefina (27.6.1859–?) és Eduard František Xaver (2.1.1864–1900). Karolina és František mindketten festők és fényképészek voltak Karolina vezette a műtermet 1926-ig, amikor a Boceky és Valentik cég átvette.
You will find 190+ of my poems HERE. fno.org/poetry/index.html
A love poem from 2014
My cup of tea
You are
My cup of tea
My just desert
The icing on my cake
Cream in my coffee
Apple of my eye
My heart's delight
You are butter melting
As we lie close
Marmalade on muffin
A glass of strong wine
A taste of Heaven
A touch of spice
Oh so nice
You are
Red pepper
Cinnamon
Cardamon
Cloves
Orange pekoe
A silver spoon
and
Honey
Yes, honey dripping
Slowly
Sweetly
One drop at a time
Into my heart
My life
My dreams
You are my cup of tea
Dear
And much much more
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
"Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage"
Beta said Baba
Our fate we could
Not cheat Zindagi
Ka nam hai Har aur Jeet
Papasangel sweet
#HoneyPreet
Will we ever meet
My heartbeat
8 days in the jail
Lonely in your thoughts
Lost disillusioned
Lying on the floor
I won't eat ..hard
Chapptis made
From bad wheat
20 years of separation
From you that kills ..
The man within me
Circle complete
Squatting on a hole
I miss that golden
Toilet seat
Solitary confinement
Humidity Dust and heat
I Love you sweet angel
I repeat you were my
Dreamgirl..a Baba
Bare feet...
My #Honeypreet