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Some pictures of my presentation at "Images Photo Club" in The Hague, The Netherlands, in June 2013. I really enjoyed meeting the local photographers, talking about my current creative projects and sharing experiences!
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Showing posts with label The Hague. Show all posts
Thoughts Captivity
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There Are
Obsessions
By Peter S. Quinn
There are obsessions for every ride
Loneliness out there to stay
Shadows of night they sometimes hide
Into the morning and the day
Feelings of sickness everywhere go
Letting you down from the start
Something that only you know
Breaking and piercing your heart
Blossoms of cold in each fight
Nothing will give there any dream
Only the dark in the hour’s fright
With each their uncertainty beam
Oceans and waves that everything lacks
Believing nothing from its cast
Huge spaces of emptiness and blacks
All with their time to low and adjust
We are there standing in our wishing
Anywhere going for even some more
Part of us knowing some dreams missing
Nobody is forever of anything sure
Adapting footsteps through the streets
Of nobody's ways in a cruel world
Each of our emotion opposition meets
Scattering thoughts - dreams unfurled
Obsessions
By Peter S. Quinn
There are obsessions for every ride
Loneliness out there to stay
Shadows of night they sometimes hide
Into the morning and the day
Feelings of sickness everywhere go
Letting you down from the start
Something that only you know
Breaking and piercing your heart
Blossoms of cold in each fight
Nothing will give there any dream
Only the dark in the hour’s fright
With each their uncertainty beam
Oceans and waves that everything lacks
Believing nothing from its cast
Huge spaces of emptiness and blacks
All with their time to low and adjust
We are there standing in our wishing
Anywhere going for even some more
Part of us knowing some dreams missing
Nobody is forever of anything sure
Adapting footsteps through the streets
Of nobody's ways in a cruel world
Each of our emotion opposition meets
Scattering thoughts - dreams unfurled
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Lock and Key
Lock and Key
By Kristen McVay
My heart under lock and key
Until you came along and stole
Both lock and key
You unlocked my heart and let it be free
But now you've also let it be hurt
You promised you wouldn't
And I trusted you
So I'm stealing back the lock and key
My heart under lock and key.
(The poem appeared on poetry.com)
My heart under lock and key
Until you came along and stole
Both lock and key
You unlocked my heart and let it be free
But now you've also let it be hurt
You promised you wouldn't
And I trusted you
So I'm stealing back the lock and key
My heart under lock and key.
(The poem appeared on poetry.com)
PS : This is a photo of a sculpture by the American artist Tom Otterness. I took it in The Hague, Netherlands
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If I could Fly...
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...f r e e d o m would be mine
Bring the Light
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By Peter S. Quinn
Come come morning come
Freshness awaits me then
Tickle each bosom blossom
When they will feel you again
Rise to the edge of the sea
Bring the light there on
Billows that waves so free
Never to shore are all done
A bird in a nest is to fly
Finding the freedom in wings
Reaching the horizons sky
Wondering what morning brings
Flocking to oceans wide
Searching for something to eat
Into the deep they glide
Every small motion to read
Come come to day newborn
With every aspect of light
Dark gown is becoming worn
Taking its dim and the night
Faraway times going around
Each with its moments to turn
Somewhere a glow they've found
To give to the new morning burn
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : I took the photo last Summer
in The Hague, in the Netherlands
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Bring the Light
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By Peter S. Quinn
Come come morning come
Freshness awaits me then
Tickle each bosom blossom
When they will feel you again
Rise to the edge of the sea
Bring the light there on
Billows that waves so free
Never to shore are all done
A bird in a nest is to fly
Finding the freedom in wings
Reaching the horizons sky
Wondering what morning brings
Flocking to oceans wide
Searching for something to eat
Into the deep they glide
Every small motion to read
Come come to day newborn
With every aspect of light
Dark gown is becoming worn
Taking its dim and the night
Faraway times going around
Each with its moments to turn
Somewhere a glow they've found
To give to the new morning burn
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : I took the photo last Summer
in The Hague, in the Netherlands
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Locked In
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Upside Down World
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By Mary Frances W Williamson
O World you seem upside down.
I feel locked in.
Life has a fleeting moment to give,
Men's souls are tried, some win.
Like the oak tree tough they stand,
Survivor's of the hard times.
When you see the hope your spared,
Go for it! Beware of the bad stuff.
Life is brief and fast moving.
Keep your sails in motion, proving.
Sunset is close; not far away.
Live today as it were your last day!
(The poem appeared on Authorsden.com)
PS : This is a photo of a sculpture
by the American artist Tom Otterness.
I took it in The Hague, Netherlands
.
Upside Down World
.
By Mary Frances W Williamson
O World you seem upside down.
I feel locked in.
Life has a fleeting moment to give,
Men's souls are tried, some win.
Like the oak tree tough they stand,
Survivor's of the hard times.
When you see the hope your spared,
Go for it! Beware of the bad stuff.
Life is brief and fast moving.
Keep your sails in motion, proving.
Sunset is close; not far away.
Live today as it were your last day!
(The poem appeared on Authorsden.com)
PS : This is a photo of a sculpture
by the American artist Tom Otterness.
I took it in The Hague, Netherlands
.
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