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Verses in spring.
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Rough scene on the rocks in the bay of Levanto.
- "How many years can a mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea") Blowing in the wind (2nd. verse) by Bob Dylan. -
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Come, said my Soul
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smiles I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning — as, first, I here and now,
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,
Walt Whitman
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TABOU. SOURY - Back Necklace
Painted on the wall by the back door of our vacation rental. This was such a wonderful place to stay!
Op 8 juli 2005 arriveerde Railion 6441 met een viertal fabrieksnieuwe reservebakken VIRM in Amersfoort.
Dutch verse the English.
The Dodge murals consist of 25 paintings on canvas that are attached to the plaster and four decorated areas that were painted directly onto the plaster—the bright blue sections with flags and stars. The murals depict the military history of New York and commemorate battles with the English, the Dutch, the French, the Iroquois, through to the Civil war and World War One. The artist used his daughter Sara as the model for the central figure: the spirit of New York and the Goddess of Harmony—a symbol of both war and peace
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J'aime bien ce vers dans "Booz endormi" de Victor Hugo et cela rajoute une intensité dramatique à la scène (qui elle se déroule en Baie de Somme, loin de ces grands prédateurs, après les hommes bien sûr).
I like this verse of Victor Hugo's " Booz endormi " and it adds a dramatic intensity to the scene which it takes place in Somme Bay, far from these big predators, after the men of course).
Just posted to What's Up ZiZi? ~Verse~
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Let friends forbear to mourn and weep
While sweetly in the dust we sleep:
This toilsome world we’ve left behind
In heaven a resting place to find
Sheepstor, Dartmoor, England
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
-- Walt Whitman
The Grave Ballad
You ought to know, though you may rave,
that we’ve had one foot in the grave
since we were born – and like the chains,
our every move the grave restrains.
Thus chained, we slowly plod along,
more and more grim, less and less strong –
until wham! one day it feels as
if the soil has just swallowed us.
Straight from the well-known path so neat
down there we land on both our feet.
A bit of wind, with rain combined –
and lo! no trace is left behind.
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This is one of my poems I wrote in Polish and then translated into English.
Today (08.02.2022) is my father's birthday. If he lived, he would be 72. He died 20th December 2009.
Mourning chooses its own paths...
The poem, in both Polish and English versions, has been included in my latest, bilingual (Polish-English) book of verse, "Frigor Mortis" (Warsaw 2022).
PS. For my Polish observers, this is how the original version goes:
Ballada o śladach
Dobrze jest uświadomić sobie,
że tkwimy jedną nogą w grobie
przez całe życie – i ten grób
jak łańcuch plącze się u stóp.
Człapie więc człowiek na łańcuchu,
wiotczejąc w ciele, więdnąc w duchu,
aż dnia pewnego nagle: trach!
zapada się pod nami piach.
I prosto z wydeptanej dróżki
do dołu – hyc! na obie nóżki.
Powiał wiaterek. Deszczyk spadł.
Ni jeden się nie ostał ślad.
This was another fairly quick figure. I'm pretty happy with the way he came out! And I'm sorry if the editing isn't as good as My last picture, I was kinda rushing it. :/
Okay first off, the cane was made out of a BrickForge shepherd's crook that I modified and the end of the cane has a Lego katana handle glued on the end. The watch was made from a BrickForge vambrace piece with the end of a stud glued on. The face/body/arms/legs are all 100% painted by me. The vest and coat sleeves were sculpted using a self-hardening clay called Miliput. That's about it, thanks for looking! :)
The Wind Was Blowing Strong That Day
It swept across the sands,
Stinging any open skin on hikers alike
No definitive lines across the dunes
As I walked on a hazy outline made from others
All inhaled the sands in the air,
Perhaps with even a cough in these pandemic times
Oh, those views up high
Mountains as far as I could see
So this is High Dune; what a wonder it truly is!
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one morning in Great Sand Dunes National Park while on a hike down from High Dune. This was a view looking to the northeast while standing on a high point sand dune ridge where I had a vista-like view to the Sangre de Cristo Range off in the distance. I like how the sand dune ridges added a layered look to the image. I also liked how the more earth tones of the sand dunes were that complement and color contrast to the blues and greens present in the mountains and skies above.
An inspiration from a good friend. The right page is from a 19th century children's book. The left page is mine, photo and verse.
Undulatus Asperatus clouds seen from another window with a different camera - Sony versus Nikon. Not a very scientific comparison but DxO has them pretty close in the lab. However, the Sony does produce warmer tones out of the box.
Psalm 133:1 (KJV)
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Or maybe it should say “Azreals”. Anyway, these are my two versions of Azreal, a really awesome character that I know very little about.
The one on the left is my own interpretation of Azreal and my personal favorite of the two.
And then there is Az-Bat, who I have had for a while. If you have been following me since about February, then you should remember this Fig.
That’s all folks! Stay Awesome
-Totally Awesome
A follow up to my “Awesome-Verse Justice League” post from a while back. That photo was very well received and I immediately planned to do this. L to R
Spider Man
King Panther
Thor Odinson
Monster Man
Star Spangled Man
King Namor
Iron Drone (remotely controlled by Tony Stark)
The Wolverine
I hope you all like it!
-Totally Awesome