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... Vers la sortie du parc à Schoppenwihr - lumière du soir

L'allée des platanes plantée vers 1850

- Être un arbre est nourrir de la terre, plonger ses racines au plus profond. La tête vers le soleil dans le grand air.

Vivre deux siècles au système des saisons, impassible et serein, être fier, vivre sans vouloir y trouver de raison.

Être fort et solide comme la pierre, libre même au sein des prisons. Plus haut que les murs et les frontières.

Un arbre c'est comme une chanson; çà monte au ciel ainsi qu'une prière, un arbre c'est une oraison.... Jeannine Laval

Extrait du poème : Être un arbre

  

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“How to Write a Poem

 

Catch the air

around the butterfly.”

 

― Katerina Stoykova Klemer

  

"A picture is a poem without words."

Quote - Horace

 

Ice-abstract.

Dawn & poem. Tuscany.CF011538

  

Ogni giorno è diverso dall’altro, ogni alba porta con sè il suo speciale miracolo, il suo istante magico, in cui si distruggono gli universi passati e nascono nuove stelle. I Navajo,infatti, insegnano ai loro bambini che ogni mattina il sole che sorge e’ un sole nuovo. Nasce ogni giorno, vive solo per quel giorno, muore alla sera e non ritornera’ piu’. Dicono ai loro piccoli: Il sole ha solo questo giorno, un giorno. Vivi bene la tua vita in modo che il sole non abbia sprecato il suo tempo prezioso.

  

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Thank you so much for your visit and support ..

 

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Fabrizio Massetti.

Papilio thoas — Porte-queue thoas

Événement : Papillons en Fête au Cente Jardin Hamel

Ville de Québec (Québec) Canada

 

Papillons en liberté provenant des 4 coins du monde

 

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Papilio thoas — Thoas Swallowtail

Event : Papillons en Fête au Cente Jardin Hamel

Quebec City (Quebec) Canada

 

Butterflies from the 4 corners the world

 

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rose from the depths

mountains, nebulae, oceans

in the infinity nest

they became a silvery and golden echo from afar

Music (2) youtu.be/Jv8WzoF7OI4

 

youtu.be/KjkFA6Cb8EY

 

✨ My painting smells like drops of music, of happiness "impalpable but true" like me ✨💕

 

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✨ Mi pintura huele como gotas de musica , de la felicidad "impalpable pero verdadera" como yo ✨💕

 

✨ " Mi felicidad son las Colores que Pinto en mi Vida " ✨💕

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Mi Felicidad es dar Amor, alegria, appoyo a las personas.

 

Son las palabras que escribo en mis reflexiones o textos, poemas , fotos que hablan

Son las musicas que escucho y canto

Son los perfumes que me rodean lleno des recuerdos, alegrias, penas (tambien es la vida )

Es andar de bicicleta, nadar, jugar tenis, cocinar etc etc...

 

"Es correr por la vida y la Pasion ... " abrirse es vivir, cerrarse es morir un poco.

 

" Mi felicidad es Compartir "

 

Es compartir risas por todo , por nada y a veces por tonterias, tener conversaciones con la gente del dia hasta la noche y seguir de nuevo ! . Un molino que no parra como agua fluyente cargado de iones + , lejos os iones - 😄😄😄

 

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✨ Intercambio, la verdadera communicacion es importante para mi💕. es mi Felicidad ! ✨

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✨ Silencio y Soledad! no me dejan, vivir solo!!! (Sutil) 😂😂😂, Mi Silencio lo doy a mi Alma, a Dios, a mis Seres de Luz, a mis Rezos. Es el silencio hablando de bondad, humildad y amor. ✨

 

💯 Sabes, que a veces puedes vivir, en casa con mucha gente, o tener o vivir una relación de pareja y sentirte solo!, sin tener una persona que te entienda. ! -ahí , faltando algo 👀 faltando El verdadero Amor! .

 

💯Puedes conocer una persona que en poco tiempo te da todo lo que necessitas mientras estas rodeados de gente hace mucho tiempo y no te hace sentir como esta esta persona que te hace vibrar ! en tu Adentro ! ! ! 👀 💕Es Amor!

 

💯 y tambien tener una persona en Second Life que te da lo que necesitas en tu corazon, tu Alma que nadie te dio , como nadie te hace sentir super bien en tu corazon, Alma en tu Realidad ! 👀 💕Es Amor!.

 

Es escuchar, opinar, dar amor, tener empatia, comprender a los demas, tener la mano tendida, siempre hay Esperanza.

  

💕 Son cosas simples . . . mi felicidad 💕

 

que ni el dinero puede comprar,

 

mi riqueza, felicidad no son los bienes materiales, dinero , es Todo aqui que hablo .. y "amour toujours" 💕💕💕💕💕

 

Son cosas simples que me da valor, me llena el Interior,

una vida Sana Pura, me hace crecer, vibrar y me hace feliz

 

Ah y la cosa mas importante de todas, que sin ella no puedes vivir que olvide decir, la salud es mi felicidad. 💕

 

Lea Aboma 15/07/2022

Muchas Gracias y bendiciones a todos 💕^

  

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The other plants you passed up because

they were too prickly or

too ugly...

they were the safe ones.

 

Me, I am intoxicating

my beauty is transfixing.

You cannot resist admiring

or leaning in.

 

But, the joke is on you, fool.

Because I am going to eat you alive

Devour you like the carnivore I am

and eat your heart out first.

 

The other plants will watch in terror

In a way, they are weak of heart and spirit

They spend all their energy

trying to get you to trust them.

 

Yet, you fall prey to me!

Devoured like a sworn enemy

and yet, I have nothing against you

except maybe you should have heeded the words...

 

Don’t ever trust in the unkindness of beautiful strangers.

 

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Every morning

the world

is created.

Under the orange

 

sticks of the sun

the heaped

ashes of the night

turn into leaves again

 

and fasten themselves to the high branches ,

and the ponds appear

like black cloth

on which are painted islands

 

of summer lilies.

If it is your nature

to be happy

you will swim away along the soft trails

 

for hours, your imagination

alighting everywhere.

And if your spirit

carries within it

 

the thorn

that is heavier than lead ,

if it’s all you can do

to keep on trudging ,

 

there is still

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted ,

 

each pond with its blazing lilies

is a prayer heard and answered

lavishly,

every morning,

 

whether or not

you have ever dared to be happy,

whether or not

you have ever dared to pray.

 

~Mary Oliver, Morning Poem

 

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“A picture is a poem without words.”

Horace

 

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Love Poem is a macro photograph of an anthurium.

" I was born on the holy ground,

Running wild and free,

Across wide meadows by the stream,

Between the mountains and the sea,

 

I grew up there in boyhood days,

Filled with sights and sounds,

My roots run deep here in the clay,

Upon this hallowed ground,

 

Our children came in the early years,

They ran wild but not so free,

For the meadows gone and the stream lies still,

Between the mountains and the sea,

 

Now I am old and not so wise.

As I am supposed to be,

And the nights draw in and the wind blows cold,

Between the mountains and the sea,

 

I was born on this holy ground.

And once ran wild and free,

Across wild meadows by the stream,

Between the mountains and the sea "

 

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My Photos on FLICKRIVER;

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Keep well and positive everbody!!!

Best of everything!

Pat

Poem

From the short and intense evening,

your light seeps into my face,

the smell of your hair is strong

like the smell of the sea

Love Poem 2 is a macro photograph of an anthurium.

Enjoy your weekend!

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In the minds of mad men

Echoes the darkness of wars,

And in that dark grows the

Media images of death and destruction.

 

And from the shade of our limitations,

we will scream into the void, peace and freedom, then close our eyes and pray, his,

is not the hand that stops the ticking clock.

 

When the bidding is done, the madness will stop, but only for a while, and we will try and release this Dove with a broken wing, and call it peace.

 

Words by, Broken Beacon.

Time, just a bodily experience;

With the change of times...

Events unwarranted , undesirable

Mere glimpses as it appears,

Of ever-changing substance...

 

The viewer and the view

Change like a flicker

Every perception an illusion

Every perceiver the same

 

Certain is the state

Before birth and after death

Uncertain is the state

In between birth and death

 

Look at those changes

Like an entertainment

Scenes changing in a play

Queer, and a source of enjoyment

 

Open the inner eyes

Awaken the Soul

You are neither body nor a living being

Your power knows no bounds.

 

- Anuj Nair

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All images and poems are the property of Anuj Nair. Using these images and poems without permission is in violation of international copyright laws (633/41 DPR19/78- isg 154/97-L.248/2000). All materials may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, republished, downloaded, displayed, posted or transmitted in any forms or by any means,including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording without written permission of Anuj Nair. Every violation will be pursued penally.

"Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky."

- Kahlil Gibran

 

Trees shaped by the sea wind.

A wild forest, near the sea at Oostkapelle The Netherlands

 

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Spring has returned.

The earth is like a child

that knows poems.

R.M.Rilke

Today at the end of the afternoon I became a cricket bug and this way I saw the sunset from ground! ;)

The park's has a collection of over 1,000 statues and 150 giant tableaux centered around Chinese folklore, legends, history, and Confucian ideology.

 

On the pillars is a poem couplet written by Yu Da Fu, aptly describing Haw Par Villa then.

 

In the quietness of the hills amidst the rolling white clouds

 

There stand a bright glorious house like blossoming flower petals

 

You can see the vast and clear blue ocean

 

And grazes into the and ripples of the sea waves in the far horizon

Every morning

the world

is created.

Under the orange

 

sticks of the sun

the heaped

ashes of the night

turn into leaves again

 

and fasten themselves to the high branches–

and the ponds appear

like black cloth

on which are painted islands

 

of summer lilies.

If it is your nature

to be happy

you will swim away along the soft trails

 

for hours, your imagination

alighting everywhere.

And if your spirit

carries within it

 

the thorn

that is heavier than lead–

if it’s all you can do

to keep on trudging–

 

there is still

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted–

 

each pond with its blazing lilies

is a prayer heard and answered

lavishly,

every morning,

 

whether or not

you have ever dared to be happy,

whether or not

you have ever dared to pray.

  

~ Mary Oliver.

My little black panther 8

Happy Caturday 11.1.2020 "Poem"

 

Nik Silver efex pro 2

 

A poem from Mr. Goethe:

 

Zum Fressen geboren, zum Kraulen bestellt

in Schlummer verloren gefällt mir die Welt.

Ich schnurr' auf dem Schoße, ich ruhe im Bett

in lieblicher Pose, ob schlank oder fett.

 

So gelte ich allen als göttliches Tier, sie stammeln

und lallen und huldigen mir, liebkosen mir

glücklich den Bauch, Öhrchen und Tatz

ich wählte es wieder, das Leben der Katz.

 

translated by deepl.com:

 

Born to eat, ordered to crawl

lost in slumber I like the world.

I purr on your lap, I rest in bed

in a lovely pose, whether slim or fat.

 

So I am considered to all as a divine animal, they stammer

and slur and worship me, caress me

happy belly, ears and paw

I chose it again, the life of a cat.

 

Happy Caturday! :-)

This is my favourite poem by Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff:

Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen, die da träumen fort und fort, Und die Welt fängt an zu singen, Triffst du nur das Zauberwort

This is my TRANSLATION:

There sleeps a song in all things that are dreaming on and on, and the world starts singing when you only find the magic word.

This first edition of the poems of Nathan Lanesford Foster was printed and bound in 1841 in the print shop in Philadelphia where my great-great-great grandfather worked at the time.

 

For those of you who know Philly: the print shop was located in what is now the 'Old City' section of Philadelphia, near the Betsy Ross House and Independence Hall.

 

More modern editions of this volume are available at select booksellers:

www.abebooks.com/book-search/author/nathan-lanesford-foster/

 

In real life, the horizontal dimension of the photo is about 2.5" (6.3cm)

 

HMM!

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This is a river in Skjåk, Norway. At Billingen pensjonat you can eat good food and enjoy this view. There's also a path where you can read poems mounted to poles along the path. Fantastic stuff :)

It is a morning full of storms

in the heart of summer.

 

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs bidding farewell,

the wind shakes them with its wandering hands.

 

Innumberable heart of the wind

beating upon our loving silence.

 

Buzzing amongst the trees, orquestral and divine,

like a language full of wars and songs.

 

A wind that swiftly steals away the fallen leaves

and deflects the beating arrows of the birds.

 

A wind that strikes her down in a foamless wave

and weightless substance, and fires bowing down.

 

It breaks and submerges its volume of kisses

fought at the gate of the summer wind.

  

Color The World Orange flic.kr/gm/3g65nd, Life Island (88, 133, 22) - Moderado

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…"Vivez si m'en croyez, n'attendez à demain,

Cueillez dès aujourd'hui les roses de la vie."

Sonnets pour Hélène (Pierre de Ronsard, 1524-1585)

 

..."Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today."

Sonnets to Helen (Pierre de Ronsard, French poet)

my dreams are filled with

abandoned places and

closed doors

and

realms that can't be explained in the real world.

and often,

I am curled up into a ball while Lewis screams in the background,

and still,

the echo of silence

reverberates off the walls

until I find an open door-

and ignore it.

“Gardens are poems

Where you stroll with your hands in your pockets.

  

(Les jardins sont des poemes

Ou l'on se promene les mains dans les poches.)”

― Pierre Albert-Birot

The poetically lovely dahlias are holding court in the gardens now. Marvels of symmetry, shapes and colors they brave the cold evenings to bask in the warm October sun.

 

And this, October 27th, 2014, would have been Dylan Thomas's 100th birthday.

 

"Poem in October" read by the poet: [www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnoHCSU5yn8}.

 

Have a wonderful week, everyone! :)

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets

towards your oceanic eyes.

 

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,

its arms turning like a drowning man's.

 

I send out red signals across your absent eyes

that move like the sea near a lighthouse.

 

You keep only darkness, my distant female,

from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

 

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets

to that sea that beats on your marine eyes.

 

The birds of night peck at the first stars

that flash like my soul when I love you.

 

The night gallops on its shadowy mare

shedding blue tassels over the land.

 

Pablo Neruda

  

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M'enfilo pels pensaments

de les hores callades.

Pas a pas,

sobre la corda del silenci,

escric mots que perfilen

nous horitzons.

Enrere queden les creences

d'un temps que ja m'és llunyà.

Que n'és de savi el temps!

O som nosaltres que hem après

a desaprendre?

a desfer-nos de l'innecessari,

per tornar a l'essència,

per saber el que veritablement

ens cal...

ISABEL RIBERA I CARNÉ. M'enfilo

“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, nor to worry about the future, but to live the present moment wisely and earnestly.”

 

― Bukkyo Dendo Kyokai, The Teaching of Buddha

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXlh-ezKeOw

YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE – ELVIS PRESLEY

 

Sometimes in life we come full circle

I see a footprint of my beginning

and here I am back at the start

I see the people who tried to stop me winning

but I rise above them; and leave them far behind

I draw a line in shifting, whispering grains of sand

and something deep inside me drives me on

no looking back; I am complete; I understand

sometimes in life we cannot win them over

it's not our job; it's for a greater Hand

and He will guide me on my journey

bring me safely to the shore

where angels sing; rejoice and hold me

and I will not be frightened any more

He sees in us the pain; the human burden

He sees the weight that life and people bring

He knows how much; He knows and He is certain

He will not give us more than we can take

so that in our hearts and souls we'll always sing

and when at last our cup is brimming over

He lays his Hand upon our heads and soothes our brow

and we feel the greatest love that ever found us

and we are comforted and lighter; it is a miracle somehow

and once more we are peaceful

finding joy in simple things

as darkness; shadows and all our plights

are left behind and taken care of;

whisked away on angel's wings

and soon the lines of strain are smoothed; not furrowed

as clouds reveal the stars of wonder and ethereal light

and we begin to live at last the ever after; forget tomorrow

this moment we exist; and in this moment

I am complete; I am content right here, right now.

 

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My artwork is a compilation of 4 of my photographs.

"I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree"

This picture only needs a few lines of poem as a companion.

On the Nature of Daylight | Max Richter

 

youtu.be/rVN1B-tUpgs?si=ahixRyG9NaNI-ijc

 

I applaud thee,

pretenders in shadows lurking creating your persona seconda at will,

effortless without commandeering believable

by most but still not true to heart,

the beating heart in you is not

but I applaud thee for keeping it up

 

@ behind-the-vail-of-sanity

Here I am with you dear, no yesterday nor tomorrow

Hold on to my hand, close your eyes, see the glow

No stranger am I, or you, to this land

Got this birth, deputed, not for own lots to mend

 

See the green boughs stirred, by the gentle wind

Free the flowers dance, merrily they unwind

From interlocking leaves, by themselves, their own will

Never solitary you are here, why fear this lovely place

 

What is part of you, is part of everything around

See that part of whole, and the whole this Existence

The fire is always same, whatever makes it burn

Never does the light perish, nowhere does it go

 

- Anuj Nair

  

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© 2010 Anuj Nair. All rights reserved.

All images and poems are the property of Anuj Nair. Using these images and poems without permission is in violation of international copyright laws (633/41 DPR19/78-Disg 154/97-L.248/2000). All materials may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, republished, downloaded, displayed, posted or transmitted in any forms or by any means,including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording without written permission of Anuj Nair. Every violation will be pursued penally.

 

"By the shores of Gitche Gumee,

By the shining Big-Sea Water..."

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Song of Hiawatha", 1855)

 

Longfellow is one of America's most famous poets. Many phrases today are used in common conversation, without knowing that they originated in his poetry. Two famous examples: "... ships that pass in the night...", and "like footprints in the sands of time...".

 

Gitche Gumee is Lake Superior, the largest fresh-water lake in the world. Like many location names in Michigan, Gitche Gumee is believed to be derived from the Ojibwe (Native American tribe) word that some translate to mean "Great Water". An alternative name is "Kitchi Gami".

 

The location of this picture is on the Southern shore of Lake Superior, an 8-hour drive from my home in Southeast Michigan. It's the general area that Longfellow described in his famous poem.

 

I stood on the empty, natural sand beach/shore and looked into the massive, empty sea, feeling alone and very at peace. Bliss.

 

Some facts:

Length: 350 miles (560 km)

Width: 160 miles (260 km)

Surface area: 31.700 sq.mi (82,100 sq.km)

Max. depth: 1333 ft (406m)

Shoreline (not including islands): 1729 mi. (2783 km)

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Superior

  

She often forgot that her body (like all of ours) was a house of sand.

That it had been and was crumbling.

That it slipped tirelessly through her fingers.

By Han Kang, Nobel Prize in Literature 2024.

(White ,2016)

 

Ella se olvidaba con frecuencia de que su cuerpo (como el de todos nosotros) era una casa de arena. De que había estado y estaba desmoronándose. De que se escurría incansable entre los dedos(Blanco, 2016)

 

 

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