Showing posts with label body. Show all posts
Showing posts with label body. Show all posts
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Another photo of the great Majka Malíková. Isn't she beautiful? This pic has been shot with the Samsung NX11, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.
Another photo of the beautiful Majka Malíková (from Slovakia). I met her almost by coincidence at the beginning of my trip in Spain, just before heading to Santiago de Compostela. She used to be a gymnast. There is no trick. She really jumped that high! She is so impressive! I'll post more photos soon. Thanks for watching. The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX11, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.
Tender Flower
of Mankind
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Oh love is so sweetly during,
Each honey flower bud
Like spring in the morning
That has its seeds florid
To bring in freshly fragrance
Like feelings in to the day
Of the instant abundance
That comes in its fair play
Oh love of every devotee
That is revived like spring
When blossoms come to be
Like heart in love to sing
When new daybreak is in light
To give its clearest vision
For a day to come in bright
With all its shade precision
Oh love that arrives and grows
With verve touches to give
That never again goes
If it's with roots that live
Like carnations in posy
Of pinkish whitish and red
The days of sweet love rosy
Not to go pale in spring's bed
of Mankind
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© 2009 - Ben Heine.
Oh LoveA poem by Peter S. Quinn
Oh love is so sweetly during,
Each honey flower bud
Like spring in the morning
That has its seeds florid
To bring in freshly fragrance
Like feelings in to the day
Of the instant abundance
That comes in its fair play
Oh love of every devotee
That is revived like spring
When blossoms come to be
Like heart in love to sing
When new daybreak is in light
To give its clearest vision
For a day to come in bright
With all its shade precision
Oh love that arrives and grows
With verve touches to give
That never again goes
If it's with roots that live
Like carnations in posy
Of pinkish whitish and red
The days of sweet love rosy
Not to go pale in spring's bed
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The Colours
of Her Soul
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of Her Soul
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Something
so Exotic
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
You are the wondrous ways
And everything within it
To you my feelings play
Wherever it seems fit
Today is not tomorrow
And nothing is the same
Each way to ways borrow
It is our lives game
Something so exotic
To places a moment on
A world full of anecdotic
Until the years are gone
Nights are little wild
Into my life today
They used to be so mild
But now their full of play
You are my woman now
We need to be two
Why we managed and how
I haven't got a clue
But everything has turned
And makes now more sense
Old bridges have been burned
And brought away the tense
You are the wondrous ways
And everything within it
To you my feelings play
Wherever it seems fit
We have no way to know
What makes a story good
It's quite like yes and no
What's done and what should...
so Exotic
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
You are the wondrous ways
And everything within it
To you my feelings play
Wherever it seems fit
Today is not tomorrow
And nothing is the same
Each way to ways borrow
It is our lives game
Something so exotic
To places a moment on
A world full of anecdotic
Until the years are gone
Nights are little wild
Into my life today
They used to be so mild
But now their full of play
You are my woman now
We need to be two
Why we managed and how
I haven't got a clue
But everything has turned
And makes now more sense
Old bridges have been burned
And brought away the tense
You are the wondrous ways
And everything within it
To you my feelings play
Wherever it seems fit
We have no way to know
What makes a story good
It's quite like yes and no
What's done and what should...
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My Inspiration
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By Bilal Anaim
You are the goddess
and I'm the clay
You form and mold
day after day
For me you have
within your grasp
Please don't
let me harden.
Not to you my love
but to this world
Softening myself to you
like the true love of the lord
Within you I found an empty place
for my heart to stay alive
A place where I found
my inspiration and drive
(The poem appeared on best-love-poems.com)
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By Bilal Anaim
You are the goddess
and I'm the clay
You form and mold
day after day
For me you have
within your grasp
Please don't
let me harden.
Not to you my love
but to this world
Softening myself to you
like the true love of the lord
Within you I found an empty place
for my heart to stay alive
A place where I found
my inspiration and drive
(The poem appeared on best-love-poems.com)
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More than Flesh
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© 2008 - Ben Heine
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Alone With
Everybody
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By Charles Bukowski
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the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
(Poem's source : Bukowski.org)
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Alone With
Everybody
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By Charles Bukowski
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the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
(Poem's source : Bukowski.org)
Life's Scars
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Scars Like Memories
Scars Like Memories
By Kylie M. Lynch
My heart and mind
like my body
have scars
for all the
things
I have
healed
from but
still don't
forget.
Scars
like memories.
I see them
and remember
and so,
don't really heal
I remember the moment
I remember the pain
and
once more
feel the wound.
(Poem's source : thatpoem.com)
My heart and mind
like my body
have scars
for all the
things
I have
healed
from but
still don't
forget.
Scars
like memories.
I see them
and remember
and so,
don't really heal
I remember the moment
I remember the pain
and
once more
feel the wound.
(Poem's source : thatpoem.com)
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The World's Like
a Flower
By Free Faller
The world’s like a flower
Either fallen or grown
The leaves cover secrets
And the petals are shown
We're like a flower
The world's like a rose
Every rose has its thorns
If we make a mistake
The skin gets torn
We're like a flower
The world's like a daisy
Pretty and bright
We all have our colors
But in a way we're just right
We're like a flower
The world's like a flower
All the thorns will pass through
The world's like a flower
Just waiting to bloom
(The poem appeared on aboutflowershome.com)
a Flower
By Free Faller
The world’s like a flower
Either fallen or grown
The leaves cover secrets
And the petals are shown
We're like a flower
The world's like a rose
Every rose has its thorns
If we make a mistake
The skin gets torn
We're like a flower
The world's like a daisy
Pretty and bright
We all have our colors
But in a way we're just right
We're like a flower
The world's like a flower
All the thorns will pass through
The world's like a flower
Just waiting to bloom
(The poem appeared on aboutflowershome.com)
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