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Another cat I found in a park near Sousse in Tunisia... I didn't change the colors, it's an albinos kitty with 2 different eye colors. It's very rare. I'll post more pictures of this sweet creepy thing soon.
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This is a view of the countryside in Belgium.
I took the photo and drew the sketch (I wanted
to make a very simplified composition on
the paper to match the landscape).
© 2010 - Ben Heine
You Are Sunshine,
You Are Rain
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You Are Rain
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All Her Days
By Peter S. Quinn
All her days are softly going by
With some dreams to be forgotten
Like clouds that are always in the sky
Only to drift away and be forgotten
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
Life is sometimes a dream rising high
With every opportunity coming to be
Or some loneliness that cannot die
Only to become an inside part you and me
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
There are dreams that cannot be hidden away
In the mirrors of glasses that make a day
Every love song
is rising in high
With the times
that come with new spring
And its hopes
with the dreams still lie
Bringing worth
to recollections of old gone thing
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
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By Peter S. Quinn
All her days are softly going by
With some dreams to be forgotten
Like clouds that are always in the sky
Only to drift away and be forgotten
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
Life is sometimes a dream rising high
With every opportunity coming to be
Or some loneliness that cannot die
Only to become an inside part you and me
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
There are dreams that cannot be hidden away
In the mirrors of glasses that make a day
Every love song
is rising in high
With the times
that come with new spring
And its hopes
with the dreams still lie
Bringing worth
to recollections of old gone thing
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
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Walk With the Light
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Take Me
As I Am
By Peter S. Quinn
Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere
Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight
Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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As I Am
By Peter S. Quinn
Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere
Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight
Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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Blossom Tree
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By Peter S. Quinn
The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest
And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn
Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign
Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree
Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt
The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
.
.
By Peter S. Quinn
The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest
And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn
Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign
Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree
Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt
The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
.
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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Summer Time
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Dream Dream Away!
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems
Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands
Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems
Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands
Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom
Relaxing On The Grass
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
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Engaging
Hands of
Earth
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill
Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
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Engaging
Hands of
Earth
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill
Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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My Soul's Journey
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© 2009 - Ben Heine.
One of my pics from Kenya...
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Goodbye Troubles
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Love let new spring be you
Fresh in its new beginning
Heart always young and true
From growth now singing
Let me know of your laughter
Every footstep new and bold
Beautiful day’s morning after
Growth in earth from the old
Love look to my path afresh
Let me see the forest growing
So I'll know how to enmesh
With the tide's timeless going
Give my heart spring once more
Pull the way for gracious love
I need your feelings to be sure
What this throbbing is all of
Doubtful old days into the past
Those wonderful sights ahead
Rainy clouds I have by-passed
Goodbye troubles get joy instead
Pull up your friendliest smile
All the outside’s now looking in
Let aspiring hope be here awhile
Where has the laughter been?
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Over The
Rainbow
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Over the rainbow
I'm waiting for you,
Hours that overflow
Into the blue;
What can I say,
No words will give
Another bright day,
In futures to live.
We might be happy
With what we have got,
Though times get snappy
For what they are not;
Bright sides and bluebirds
Yesterday's spring,
On and on new flirts
As tender hearts sing.
Over the cloudy sky
Where wonders meets eyes,
Our time passes by
And futures new lies;
Just a step here beyond
Oh blow wind oh blow,
No earth is there bond
Only colors of glow.
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Rainbow
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Over the rainbow
I'm waiting for you,
Hours that overflow
Into the blue;
What can I say,
No words will give
Another bright day,
In futures to live.
We might be happy
With what we have got,
Though times get snappy
For what they are not;
Bright sides and bluebirds
Yesterday's spring,
On and on new flirts
As tender hearts sing.
Over the cloudy sky
Where wonders meets eyes,
Our time passes by
And futures new lies;
Just a step here beyond
Oh blow wind oh blow,
No earth is there bond
Only colors of glow.
.
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Meadow of Grass
By David Anthony
I lie here in this meadow of grass
Counting clouds as they pass
Day dreaming without a care
The soft wind blowing through my hair
The warm sun feels good on my bare skin
I wish this feeling would never end
But soon the dark clouds reappear
Bringing back all my fears
To never feel the warmth of her hand
To never see her beauty again
To only know her leaving words
To only remember those piercing swords
To never feel her gift of love
To never be her only one
The rain pours down on me all around
Drowning out all the sounds
No birds' songs no crickets' chirps
No way to avoid all this hurt
I want to run but cannot move
My body feels the overwhelming blue
Then a rainbow shows through the lightning and rain
To remind me soon there will be no more pain
The sun comes again as the dark clouds pass
And my dreams return in this meadow of grass
(The poem appeared on authorsden.com)
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Meadow of Grass
By David Anthony
I lie here in this meadow of grass
Counting clouds as they pass
Day dreaming without a care
The soft wind blowing through my hair
The warm sun feels good on my bare skin
I wish this feeling would never end
But soon the dark clouds reappear
Bringing back all my fears
To never feel the warmth of her hand
To never see her beauty again
To only know her leaving words
To only remember those piercing swords
To never feel her gift of love
To never be her only one
The rain pours down on me all around
Drowning out all the sounds
No birds' songs no crickets' chirps
No way to avoid all this hurt
I want to run but cannot move
My body feels the overwhelming blue
Then a rainbow shows through the lightning and rain
To remind me soon there will be no more pain
The sun comes again as the dark clouds pass
And my dreams return in this meadow of grass
(The poem appeared on authorsden.com)
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