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When I was young
the garden was
the place to be.
Watching Grandpa
grow things
for him and me.
From the vegetables
to the white lilac tree.
Every scent filled memory
brings him back to me.
One favorite,
the Iris flower,
brought the
humming bee.
The smell of the soft,
warm dirt was heavenly.
His hands would place
each seed so delicately.
Grandpas garden grew,
as did I,
so carefree.
Sweet carrots, and corn
and rhubarb for pies,
with lots of iced tea.
His garden grew
with love,
that was the key
but his Iris is
my favorite memory.
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Acrylic pour painting/ mirrored
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Two different Faces in the sky
created from the same mirrored picture,
except one is upside down.
Is it an Angel or something else
coming down to you.
with that serious frown.
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The leaves are imitating Davy Jones,
perhaps they know where the locker may be.
Is it, Maybe, still in the sea?
The secret must be in the water,
how else would a tree have heard,
if it weren't for the secrets spoken in the rain
Of the famous pirate and his treasures of the sea?
I wonder if the secret they would impart to me.
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Just for fun, playing with a photograph of last years fall leaves.
Mirrored and two fisheyes slightly to deepen the eyes.
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The Scream
In the garden we like to think and dream.
That silence can be attained and our mind we can clean.
If only we could see what the plants think of this theme.
As we walk across where their homes have been.
Would they invite us in or scream.
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A side Perspective photograph of a flowers leaves on wood. Mirrored
Chilling in the jungle,
far from prying eyes.
Peace and quiet at last,
no voices, no lie's.
Green emerald colors,
chasing away the city sky's.
So long cityscape,
as I say my Goodbye's
If Mother Nature was into math, would you try?
To solve this problem, visible to the eye.
Notice here too, that pemdas does apply.
But how to wright out the equation?,
dose one add pi?.
I see three squared but its sly,
for also three in parentheses,
plus one and one squared,
comes to my eye.
I challenge you to see
the natural math and give it a try.
Playing in the rain
My love for it I can not feign.
Its amazing to feel the rain.
Each drop falls like a chain.
Splashing to the ground again and again.
Bubbly like champagne.
as it drains across the wet terrain.
Soaking us as,
we play in the rain.
When in my mind,
art dose form,
Everything becomes
but a dream.
Flipping, changing,
according to the
artist storm,
Beauty comes forth
with a clean seem.
The process of art
calms my form,
keeps me aligned
with a grander scheme.
Soul searching in the
midst of an artist's
thoughtful swarm,
Allows one to let out
the daydream.
Fall leaves on a beech chair, mirrored
Shadows on the wall
drifting in the sun.
Catching the shadows
with a flash.
Creating patterns and lines
just for fun.
Quickly the sun takes
over in the batting of
an eye lash.
The light chases away
the lines, their done.
Across the wall the
night shadows make
their last dash.
Photograph of the shadows of the blinds and the sunlight on the wall. Inverted, and mirrored.
This is my number one favorite.
The stump it came from looked
as if its soul was trying to get
my attention.
Being one of my first trees to be mirrored,
I have kept it as my profile a long time.
Taken and created in Grayling Michigan.
The royal feathers on
the crown with heart,
has a secret to impart.
Find the key
in the subconscious mind,
seek me out and you will see
all the earths secrets
revealed the truth will be.
Pay attention to the world around you!
Nature speaks often, we just do not hear it.
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This precious copper
is often laced throughout
a space that is workable.
It keeps us moving
day and night being
so manageable.
Delicate but malleable
in many ways,
it makes ones life
more amenable.
Soft as it may be
its true strength,
lies with in its
ability to be pliable.
Perhaps the copper core
that runs our lives,
is more what we should seek
to be in order to be more viable.
Seems justifiable.
Photograph of copper wire with coating for electric lights in a work space. Inverted color, and mirrored.
Little creatures
crawling through
the dust
In the daylight hours
they have little trust.
Every corner is a
hiding spot filled with
a dirt crust.
Darkness creeps in
as its eyes glimmer
like stardust.
Dashing off and out of sight
for the comfort of an
unseen place is a must
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Photograph of tree bark and rocks on the window sill with a lace curtain. Sun shines through the window and lace while the camera flash's creating shadows from the dim light in side.
Mirrored once with fish eye filter and vignette added.
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Water, freezes, drips and flows.
It matters not where it goes.
Even the ice ebbs and flows.
Why then, would it not recognize
when it sees itself in us.
For within us water too flows.
This frozen water looking back at me,
it knows, it knows.
That in me its reflection shows.
Water and leaves frozen together, photographed in a white sink with flash. Mirrored saturated colors for a more pronounced visual of the ice.
Tigers in my mind
running free.
While peeling oranges
for them and me.
Tales of fuzzy tiger cubs,
playing under a tree.
The Granddaughters
enjoying snack time with me.
Listening to stories of
tigers running free.
Macro shot of Tangerine peels mirrored.
Walking in the dark of night.
Smokey visions seep into sight.
My sense's make out
a form in the soft light.
The wolf has joined me
in my dream tonight.
Magnificently regal
but ready to fight.
My guardian and teacher
in all that is right.
It walks with me in my dreams
and passes on its insight.
Discussing life in the moonlight.
The wolf drifts from sight
as I open my eyes to the morning light.
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Created by using acrylic pour for my painting style, photographed and mirrored.
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Pink puppy
Pink puppy
sitting in
the sink.
Inked puppy
Inked puppy
all soapy and pink
Wet puppy
Wet puppy
suds going
in the drink.
White puppy
White puppy
No longer is
she pink.
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Rose petals everywhere,
pleasant scents in the air.
Our eyes see beauty
in each petal fair,
yet mistaken are we
that only see
beauty in what is rare.
I dare you to see
this rose's stare.
The weed that blooms
with delicate petals
that we love to share.
The secret
we do not see,
is,
like the rose we
are not born
to beauty or fame
beyond compare.
It takes careful
pruning and prayer
to create something
so delicate with flare.
From the dirty garden floor
to the majestic town square.
The common nuisance
transformed into royalty
with loving care.
Perhaps a lesson in nurturing
a weed would be fair,
in teaching us how to
raise children with care.
Perhaps the future
we would not despair,
if we treated children
like Roses,
with loving care.
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Today is Autumn's Day,
when she officially gets to come out and play.
The weather gets chilly and the trees in the wind, begin to sway.
The day gets shorter and the leaves change in a brilliant display.
Autumn must be here to play,
she loves the crisp cool air and colored bouquet.
Her whistling laughter drifts high into the airway,
and a chill settles in when Autumn comes to play.
Soon the snow will come our way
and Autumn will take a ride on a sleigh.
but not today
She just started to play.
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Photograph of Fall leaves mirrored once.
Floating water stars
swirling in my sight.
Day dreams and
memories are things
we hold on to too tight.
Growth in life and love
depend upon ones
changing plight.
Floating water stars
swirling in my sight.
Change and forward
motion are forever
ones true fight.
What dreams came
true were up to you
come day or night.
Floating water stars
swirling in my sight.
Washing dish's is
a daily chore.
Watching the bubbles
drip to the floor.
As they build up on
to the plates some more.
I see smiling at me this
face from the dish's core.
Dishpan hands and this
tedious task can be a bore.
Yet, not when
daydreaming
bubbles,
make one laugh
from the floor.
Perhaps a bubbly daydream
will make one smile some more.
Photograph of soap bubbles building up onto plates in the sink.
Mirrored, inverted and saturated colors. Fisheye filter used twice.
In the land of vivid color,
the sun and rain decides
if your colorful, wet or dry.
What colors will we see today?
Red, yellow or orange when the sun
is shinning high.
Green, blue or purple when the rain
falls from the sky.
Lion, lion what are you to do?
The blue rain has covered you.
Perhaps, if you roar really loud,
the color will lift into the cloud.
Look look it is raining on you,
and this time its purple instead
of blue.
Lion, lion look up high,
a rainbow is in the vivid sky.
Red or yellow, blue or purple,
matters not to those who's
dreams are rainbow high.
Let us fly.
Hahahah Just had to play with this one a bit. No story or poem just fun to look at. Couldn't pick just one either so Partners they are as they are the same image just slightly different in color and style.
Tiger Lilly's of course as that's the main flower in the garden. With some drift wood on a glass and tile table. Fisheye, saturation and a few color changes.
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Monir Shahroudy Farmanfarmaian (Persian: منیر شاهرودی فرمانفرمائیان)
Flying in the sky,
is the laughing
Dragonfly.
Owl watching
from its perch
way up high.
While the frog,
leaps and dreams
that it can fly.
The Rabbit with
the top hat,
sits upon
the ground,
sighing,
oh my,
oh my.
Photograph of shadows from a tree onto a fence, mirrored, inverted and saturated a bit.
Baby Dragon with little wings
chasing and playing with the little things.
Hopping and jumping and beating your wings.
Baby Dragon with little wings
dreaming of flying with the Kings.
Practicing and pretending
your up in the sky,
where the wind sings.
Baby Dragon with little wings
soon your wings will
make a sound that zings
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one of my Abstract Paintings mirrored with fish eye filter added to the eyes and inverted colors.
In the morning sun we rise.
To the wonderful colors that
great our eye's.
The sunshine causes
one to look to the sky's.
Watching in awe as each
ray splits apart.
Seeking life in every ray
of light that dose arise.
This beautiful morning
the light makes me wise.
Enjoying the warmth on my
face and in my heart.
I see the source of our
spiritual tie's.
In the morning sun we rise.
To the wonderful colors that
great our eye's.
Photograph of the sunshine through the yellow flower bush in the yard. Mirrored, inverted to a negative saturated and inverted again.
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Dark and low is the light
as the frog sings at night.
Somewhere in the distance two frogs dance.
She listens in the moonlight
while he croons to her delight.
The lily pad by chance
is the right size for this dance.
Closer now she's in his sight,
as the frog sings at night.
Together now in a lover's trance
the two enjoy a song and dance.
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Photograph of car lights at night, rotated and mirrored.
Welcoming the Wood family.
Mom, Little pup, Big sis, Big dog, Little sis, and Dad
Mom comes from the
central depths of Treeland,
a place where growth and sappy love
contract and expand.
Little pup is from the burnt,
rooted forest of a far away land.
While Big dog comes from
a place so grand.
Big sis and Little sis,
share a room in Treeland,
High amongst the branch's where
the canopy is fanned.
Dad is a little bit of both,
the deep center,
grounded in the land,
with a little bit of sun and roots ,
from someplace that is grand.
All together they form
the rings in the tree band.
One family rooted in the sand.
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Photographs of several pieces from a 3 foot round knot in our tree that have fallen out, as well as one from the knot itself. Mirrored into faces.
Staring into the depths of the flame
Its dancing spirit calls my name.
Flickering colors that some how look the same.
Staring into the depths of the flame.
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Photograph of flames in a fire pit. Taken in 2008 and mirrored. Recently updated with inverted colors and a paint filter from deep art effects.
Flying through the clouds all day.
The dragon of peace likes to play.
Blowing shapes into the clouds in every array.
Making friends that just dont stay.
It drifts between this world and ours in dismay.
Intervening from time to time to settle the disarray.
Making friends of enemies we would go out to slay.
Perhaps as friends we now can say
Purple peace Dragon, our friend can play.
In our lives we want you to stay.
No more cloud friends that drift away today.
Our hearts are true to peace and you,
please no more disarray
Purple Peace dragon come and play.
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Created with a photograph of a peace Lily changed colors to purple and mirrored, several fisheye filters applied and saturated.
In the deep cover of green grass,
hides a little speck of mass.
The Ant that created the hill's
of sandy glass,
has run for its life into
the tall grass.
The cat in the grass,
is waiting for time to pass.
Watching for the ant to come out
of the tall, deep grass.
The cat wait's with eye's like brass.
Silently the ant tunnels
under the cat with class.
A new rout in Antland
now includes a kitty bypass.
Dandelion in the fields,
beautiful all in yellow
yet little liked by many,
just the same it often
comes in high yields.
Dandelion in the city,
sad and alone,
roughly plucked from
its shallow roots as it
try's to make many
small yards look pretty.
Do not disspare Dandelion
for even the rose is a weed,
Grow Dandelion Grow and
stop all your crying
In the place that is between
that which is green.
A beautiful place that has
magically become seen.
This grand color creates a
mystical glow to this forest
that is pristine.
Glancing at the mesmerizing green,
my thoughts I can hardly glean.
In the place that is between
that which is green.
What a wondrous place
to daydream and the
soul to clean.
I could not have expected
such delight,
nor such beauty could
I have foreseen.
To drift off into this other
world and stay in this place.
To visit the forest Queen
In the place that is between
that which is green.
To dance and laugh among
the native people whom
created Racine.
In their natural universe,
their secret place.
To graciously accept the
invitation to have been.
In the place that is between
that which is green.
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Photograph of the forests in Grayling, Michigan,
Mirrored twice.
Compared in the poem to the beautiful place of Racine, Wisconsin. The birth place of some of the Native's original peoples as far back as 10,000 bc.
Black nose,
red toes,
hair tied up
in bows.
This puppy in
the puddle shows.
A reflection of
a puppy pose.
Puddle puppy like the rose,
shows a sense of repose,
from her nose
to her cute little toe's.
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My Abstract painting with acrylics, mirrored once with microsoft paint.
it looks like a Shith Tzu, possibly Maltese to me with a puddle in front of it with its reflection :)
Bat or spider,
whom could tell?
Ears that hear
so very well.
Weaving a cell
for bugs from hell.
The bugs fall into its spell
and then it is farewell.
In the leaves where
the snow dose not cover.
An image appears that
I can not pass by,
my eyes stop and hover.
A cross has appeared to
remind us of the
love of another.
Unconditional love
unequal to any other.