Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Souvenir from a party a few months ago at "Poze Player"
in Bucharest, Romania, 2012 (photo: Radu Enache)
I've taken this photo very early in the morning
in Fontalirant, near Thenon in France
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
in Fontalirant, near Thenon in France
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
You and I
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I took this photo 2 days ago in Braives, Belgium
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You and I
By Peter S. Quinn
You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new...
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze
You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct
You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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I took this photo 2 days ago in Braives, Belgium
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You and I
By Peter S. Quinn
You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new...
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze
You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct
You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges
© 2010 - Ben Heine
A song of me and you
© 2009 - Ben Heine
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One of my illustrations on paper
(black ink and watercolor)
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A moving poem sent
to me by Sana Iftikhar
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A song of me and you
With riddles that are no secrets to us
But make other weary
A song of me and you
With love and hope and joy for life
Senses elate with joy of making love
Hope of making it last a life time
A song of me and you
With celestial sounds that’s sweeter than honey
Introspection or just mere impulsiveness
The need grows as our song comes to life
A song of me and you
Like a tale of an ancient warrior
A Greek god maybe
With riddles that are no secret to us
But makes other weary
A song of me and you
With lyrics lingering on our skin
Tracing their way to each others soul
Embedded like stars in a deep blue sky
A song of me and you
Like a poem that tells a story
Of love lost and found
Of faith embraced and revered
Of hearts mingling with ecstasy
Of souls coming to rest
Let that be ... a song of me and you.
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A Flower Is a
Lovesome Thing
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
A flower is a lovesome thing,
For it so much inside pleasures bring;
And spaces are there whole apart,
Everywhere there's a beating heart.
Give a day or two for each and each,
Some of love this feeling will teach;
Give a mood or take it then all away,
There are no more of thoughts to say.
Stranger you can find the new route,
For all your strangest feeling to breakout;
To another and a different time in time,
Be it a way or a thought so sublime.
A flower is a lovesome whole;
An enchanting way to your lonesome soul,
A garden within the different cosmos;
Freedom and beauty along the comatose.
Give a day or two for each and each,
For its beauty to you will then reach;
Give your heart a meaning and a reason,
In all the coming new pleasures season.
A Flower Is a
Lovesome Thing
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
A flower is a lovesome thing,
For it so much inside pleasures bring;
And spaces are there whole apart,
Everywhere there's a beating heart.
Give a day or two for each and each,
Some of love this feeling will teach;
Give a mood or take it then all away,
There are no more of thoughts to say.
Stranger you can find the new route,
For all your strangest feeling to breakout;
To another and a different time in time,
Be it a way or a thought so sublime.
A flower is a lovesome whole;
An enchanting way to your lonesome soul,
A garden within the different cosmos;
Freedom and beauty along the comatose.
Give a day or two for each and each,
For its beauty to you will then reach;
Give your heart a meaning and a reason,
In all the coming new pleasures season.
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Freedom
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By Daniel Hooks
We are free to be free
To make our own destiny
To shine like the sun
To become one
To hide under the moon
Under in the gloom
To run with the deer
To make worry disappear
To listen and to hear
To love and to fear
To make our minds be clear
To laugh and to cheer
To travel and to steer
In the path we have chosen
To be hot or cold or even frozen
We are free to be free
To make our own destiny
And to look back from the finish line
And to shout with joy and not to whine.
(The poem appeared on writeoutloud.net)
We are free to be free
To make our own destiny
To shine like the sun
To become one
To hide under the moon
Under in the gloom
To run with the deer
To make worry disappear
To listen and to hear
To love and to fear
To make our minds be clear
To laugh and to cheer
To travel and to steer
In the path we have chosen
To be hot or cold or even frozen
We are free to be free
To make our own destiny
And to look back from the finish line
And to shout with joy and not to whine.
(The poem appeared on writeoutloud.net)
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